Maybe it's a newbie thing (I'm about 3 weeks out now) but I am having the worst "mental day" ever. Physically, everything about my surgery has been perfect: no nausea, no complications, I love Proteinshakes, my tastes didn't change post-op, incisions healed quickly. I'm losing slowly (Week one and two at 5 lbs a week; week 3 at 2-3 lbs). My physical energy level is fine (but I don't feel like doing anything--no motivation).
Today was the worst. I feel like I'm not losing fast enough, I'm not going to lose fast enough or maybe at all, I won't reach goals--all kinds of negativity. I am in a bad mood about having to go to the grocery store and cook--which is weird because I'm normally quite the foodie. At the same time I am obsessed with thinking about the surgery and what to eat, or rather planning what to eat and tracking it, trying to be the perfect patient.
My mood is negative, resigned, unmotivated, and, in a weird way hopeless--I don't believe all this weight is ever going to come off. I have bright moments, but them they pass. I'm just finishing mushies and going to soft foods and I'm having gas/constipation issues for the first time, which makes me afraid that I'm not going to lose, or lose as fast. I know it's not a race but I can't help feeling like that.
Sorry to sound like such a sad sack, but there it is.
Maybe it's a newbie thing (I'm about 3 weeks out now) but I am having the worst "mental day" ever. Physically, everything about my surgery has been perfect: no nausea, no complications, I love Protein shakes, my tastes didn't change post-op, incisions healed quickly. I'm losing slowly (Week one and two at 5 lbs a week; week 3 at 2-3 lbs). My physical energy level is fine (but I don't feel like doing anything--no motivation).
Today was the worst. I feel like I'm not losing fast enough, I'm not going to lose fast enough or maybe at all, I won't reach goals--all kinds of negativity. I am in a bad mood about having to go to the grocery store and cook--which is weird because I'm normally quite the foodie. At the same time I am obsessed with thinking about the surgery and what to eat, or rather planning what to eat and tracking it, trying to be the perfect patient.
My mood is negative, resigned, unmotivated, and, in a weird way hopeless--I don't believe all this weight is ever going to come off. I have bright moments, but them they pass. I'm just finishing mushies and going to soft foods and I'm having gas/constipation issues for the first time, which makes me afraid that I'm not going to lose, or lose as fast. I know it's not a race but I can't help feeling like that.
Sorry to sound like such a sad sack, but there it is.