I'm down 38 pounds. I cheated and got on the scale the day before and it said I was down 40, but then that day I ate olives and the salt bloated me up two pounds for official weigh in day.
It's kind of hard. I didn't buy the olives for myself. My aunt knows I love them and she bought my favorite kind, along with tortilla chips, bread, and artichoke spinach dip. She also bought me lunchables, which I don't even know. I've never in my life eaten a lunchable. She got mad a week later when I didn't eat the dip. Then I got mad, at myself and her. I spent $20,000 plus on this surgery. If I end up wasting a $3.00 vat of spinach dip, then so be it. It happened last night too. We went to dinner and I ordered the ahi tuna and a side of edamame. She usually eats edamame so I thought we could share it, and if not, I coud take it home and eat it as a snack since there is no easy protein in the house.
She got really mad when I didn't eat the entire bowl of edamame at dinner. She said really snotty, "You sure as hell better be taking that home." I got all hot and ragey but I controlled myself because there was another guest at dinner and I said, "Obviously I'm going to be taking it home." I take home leftovers all the time. I always have. I don't know where her weird attitude is coming from, but I feel pressure to eat and I feel guilty about that spinach dip. Like, should I offer to pay her $3.00 for the wasted spinach dip? It's ridiculous because I know it's not about the money.
Anyway, dealing with her issues about my food is frustrating.
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