Ok so I feel like Im proving everyone right who said I would still eat the way I use to. I seriously think I have a food addiction. I am 7 months out and down 95 lbs, starting weight 235, todays 140. But I dont deserve any credit for it. the first few months I was doing great, eating all the right things. Then I hit a downward spiral and now I cant get out. I remember exactly when it was. I was at the hospital with my cousin who had just had a baby and i had a few sips of pepsi and it didnt kill me like I had thought it would from all the horror stories. Ever since then its been oh well if I can get away with that than how about this and this and this. I dont know what to do. Everytime I eat some chips or have a sip of soda I know exactly how wrong it is and tell myself Im soo dumb and dissapointing for doing it and I just later go back and do it again. I feel like I cant stop and its rapidly progressing to the point I can eat a whole bowl of cinamon toast crunch. WTF am I doing after I eat it I get terrible pains and cramps which would make you think that I would never ever do it again but i have. I havent exercised a lick so I feel so self concious of my saggy body. This has been soo hard to admit. Im just hoping by chance someone reads this that can help me. I seriously think I have a problem and that Im so undeserving of the wonderful operation I had 7 months ago. Im very depressed with myself and dont know what to do.
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