I'm two weeks out and lets just say last night the willpower went out the freaking window. My surgeon told me that I was struggling because at my 1 week post op, I had only lost 9#, ever since then, I've had failure prominent in my mind.
Last night I at a hotdog bun, and with every bite I'm standing there thinking "idiot, put it down" but I kept eating. About 10 minutes later I was doubled over the toilet so sick and panic set in. Now I'm consumed with the thought that I've torn everything lose and completely undone the surgery. I am failing and while I want to blame the surgeon, it's my own fault.
Does anyone have any words of wisdom for me?