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Food Sucks.

So I live in Buffalo, NY. Home of the chicken wing. Yes I said it, chicken wings.

About a week ago, I was at my parents house hanging out, and we ordered pizza and chicken wings for my boyfriend and them...
and then...the worst happened: I cried.

I friggin cried over food people, and I feel like I may do it again, in front of my future in-laws! I find it completely amazing and ridiculous how wrapped up I get with food.
Tell me, veterans, does it get easier? Getting over food?

It isn't getting easier. I am having a damn hard time with food. The best, or worst, is that so far, I have been able to tolerate all of the food I've tried, beans, ricotta, cheese, etc. I even "cheated" and had a couple saltine crackers! The nerve!

I am almost three weeks post op now and I'm down about 45lbs. The success obviously outweighs (har har!) the food, but it's still fricken hard.

Seriously, whoever said WLS was the "easy way out", is full of...well you know what.

Thanks for listening.

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