The way it stands...

I started my quest for bariatric surgery with orientation meetings in 2009.  Then I moved in 2010.  I started over in September 2010.  I have worked my way through interviews, classes and support group meetings.  In fact, the psych doctor delayed me another 2.5 months just so I could do the support group more.  That pushed things until late May at the earliest.  And now I found out that we are moving again.  So I will have to start over in our new home (we are a military family).  I am aggravated because I do not want to start over again.  I already have my meds switched to liquid or crushable forms.  I have done the assignments given.  I could just cry.
Instead, I have spent the last week eating.  It's almost like I don't care anymore.  I have done better today, but it just seems like all the careful stuff I have been doing is being wasted.  Should I even stay on the special meds?  I don't know anymore.  Really I don't.  Right now I am just looking for the silver lining in all of these clouds.