A huge appetite, bad habits and total disregard for my joyous ONEderland accomplishment last week - this describes the last five days of my life. I've had a really rough time. It started here....and only got worse.
I had a fill scheduled last week, in which I was called to cancel as my surgeon was going to be out of the office. It was fine, I thought at the time. I wasn't going to get one anyway, as I felt I was in my happy zone. By the time the weekend had rolled around, one would think my band had been punctured and all the fill quickly leaked out. I've had no restriction since. I've been able to eat bread, pizza, and *hanging my head in shame, Shoney's Breakfast Bar....even worse, 2 plates full.
What in the world has happened?
How did I got from a state of euphoria for reaching ONEderland and such an intense level of focus to having such an awful, awful weekend. The appetite is one thing; the choices I made are an entire issue within itsself.
I am sitting at what I thought was around 8.2cc in my 10 cc band. How in the hell can I not have perfect restriction? Luckily, I called today and can get in for a fill tomorrow.
Until then, yell at me. slap my hand. scold me.
I'm embarassed, ashamed. And worst of all, disappointed in myself. For those who I had inspired, I am sorry I let you down so horribly.