It's time to have one of those talks with myself. You know the one, the one that goes like this...
Self: Look, you and I both know that you are not hungry, this is all in your head.
Self: Yeah, but for some reason I really want to eat, you know like the good old days.
Self: The good old days? Are you high, what was good about them? Sure you could eat with wild abandon, but it was always followed by the awful remorse, the shame, the sugar hang over.
Self: I know you're right, that's why we got the lap band, so that we could have some help when things got like this. Why do they still have to get like this.?
Self: Because, we're only human. Everyone has those times when we're scared or sad or lonely or angry or any emotion that we don't want to feel, it's only natural to reach for the old favorite anesthesia. We'll get past this.
Self: What if we don't what if it's bigger than us, what if we can't stop ourselves and we start to binge again, what then?
Self: Again, that's why we got the lap band remember? Remember the last time we thought we could "binge" yeah, not so much. Pearl has our back.
Self: You're right, I just feel a little out of sorts, I'm sure it's hormones.
Self: Isn't it always hormones? Hang in there, tomorrow will be better.
Self: Yeah, you're right. I'm glad half of us is sensible.
Self: Me too, we can do this, just read the blogs of others, they've felt the same way, they got through it too. It's not the end of the world if we eat a few chips, count it, plan for it. Big changes can be made one little step at a time.
We feel better now, how about you? One step closer to Friday, can't wait.