Day 7 if weight loss stall 😑
Wanna know the ingredients of a Bullshit Burrito?
Behold: Husband gone for over a week. Kid is sick. Other kid has lost his damn mind. House is a mess. Work life/integrity is teetering on the edge of useless. Wrapped nicely in a tortilla of self realization.
Maybe not all of this is surgery related. Maybe it is.
All I know is that I didn't realize how long I had been ignoring myself, making myself smaller, and sucking down sodas, cigarettes, and sugar laden junk food to cope with my anxiety and general self hatred.
The good news is that my physical pain is gone. I am now distraction free and able to figure out healthier ways to deal with the emotions! But DAMN. All I can think/talk about these days is the surgery. How excited I am vacillates between how messed up in the head I feel. This too shall pass. Everyone I know has said the first few months sucks.
Lol I'm empowered and irritated and sad all at once. I'll make it through this. I've literally lived through worse. I'm oddly excited to figure out what my new hobby will take the place of food/soda, too.
I need a fucking hug.
