Wednesday

I am sitting here on the couch, 9pm, and all I can think about is a snack. I'm not hungry...not even close...but I want to eat something just to be eating. Is that food addiction? For so much of my life food has been my best friend...it's where I went when I was bored, or sad, or lonely, or angry or upset...pretty much any emotion would make me eat for comfort. And now, even though I'm totally excited about the new life I have chosen, and grateful for the chance at a new life, I find myself sad because I can't eat when ever I want to. How lame is that? So I'm thinking seriously of seeing a counselor or someone to see if I can learn some tricks to break that cycle. I just hope my insurance will pay for it!

I saw the doctor on Monday. The official number is 15 pounds. I don't have to go back until between my 2nd and 3rd fills. I'm so ready to get that first fill and get started on that, but they won't do it until 4 weeks. So 10 days and counting...