Nobody could've explained to me just how hard it is to break up with food. I'm 6 weeks out tomorrow and while I'm not hungry, I MISS food and eating.
Food was my friend and never let me down. It made me happy when I was sad or mad, and made me happier when I was happy. I really miss it as pathetic as that sounds. I have an addiction and I know there are some foods that I just can never have again, and it's so hard.
Some days I feel like, "I can do this; I'm strong and awesome!", and some days are, "I regret having done this and I want a big, comforting meal."
This sleeve business sure ain't for sissies, but at the end of the day, I'm glad I did it and I'm committed to my decision.