This move has been torturous in more ways than one. Last night I had to swallow my pride and do something I swore I'd never do again. Anyhow, my stomach is still in knots and am feeling a mix of anxiety, sadness, failure and more.
Now that I'm banded I can't go eat a bunch of crap, so I have to actually deal with these feelings...and it sucks. I think I'm just going to go back to bed....if I'm sleeping I can't feel anything or think about anything, right?