You know how one day you realize something isn’t working? Or maybe it’s been stirring for awhile and you keep doing what you’ve been doing and slowly it builds until you say “yeah, it’s time for a change.”
I had a gastric sleeve surgery, but it didn’t change my relationship with food. It only made my stomach smaller. I was supposed to change the way I ate. I changed until it wasn’t convenient. Then I started eating for comfort again, because that’s what it always was for me.
And now I’m here.
I can’t have a knee replacement surgery until I lose enough weight that my insurance company will approve it. My orthopedic surgeon suggested I have my sleeve redone or whatever. I don’t want to have another damn surgery. But I can’t do this losing weight thing like I’ve always tried. I can’t “eat whatever you want” and log points or calories or whatever the new diet is because I’ve found ways around them all.
And I have to end this lifelong relationship — It’s not you, it’s me.
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