Ok so as I said in my last blog things where good and they are however, out of no where comes an over whelming sense of sadness. After all this time and progress I would have never guessed that I would be sad over food. My family and I went to the macaroni grill (one of my old favorites) and there was nothing at all that I could eat. Now if I was not on blood thinners from having clots after the surgery I could have had some options but because I can't have green veggies it makes doing things right ten times harder. So I went to subway and got a six inch with the middle taken out of the bread ( still didn't eat hardly any of the bread that was left)and I ate it all plus I went to Mc Donald's ( something I never do) and got a small fry and ate those too with ketchup. I felt bad but not right away for a long while I just plain out did not care. Now that I have reviewed my feelings on this subject I am scared, scared that I will continue to have that type of attitude and it will lead me to failure. I go to a weight loss therapist and now I know that we got a lot more to talk about than I thought. Just venting to my Oh family