Frustrated

I feel like I’ve worked hard and made a lot of changes for the better. And this is what I get.

I rage ate a peanut butter cookie last night. It was just one cookie. If she knew, would that set me back six more weeks?

Everyone else is sensitive to the fact that I don’t have $3,000 and has approved me. This woman couldn’t care less. If the procedure is scheduled in January, which now it very likely will be, I will have to pay my high deductible for it.

You thought this was going to be a seamless journey through the breathtakingly beautiful process of my transformation, didn’t you? Nope, not me. My journeys are fraught with arbitrary roadblocks and unnecessary screwups.

I understand, by the way, that rage eating anything is problematic. It was kind of a joke. I wanted the cookie, though admittedly, I was (am) still mad.

I am hooking up with Better Health to try to find someone who specializes in body image/ weight management. But I am not putting off surgery a second longer than I have to.