Realization.

This is my life.  This is how things are going to be for quite some time. For the past 2 days I have just wanted to be a normal person.  I've wanted to be able to sit down and eat a normal meal.  I knew before this surgery that I was going to have food grieving days.  I'm a food addict so it was inevitable.  It didn't help that I woke up this morning and had gained a pound.  I know weight gain will happen but it honestly scared the shit out of me this early in the game.  Hell I'm 2 weeks out from surgery and I have a pound weight gain???  I was able to eat a little more than I have been yesterday which I appreciated then but today I am regretting. It makes you scared to eat. In the crazy fat girl part of my brain its terrifying.
On a positive note (I like to throw those in) I took 2 week progress pictures and I am amazed. I can really tell the difference and it feels good! So that 1 pound essentially means nothing when I see the progress :)