it's a love hate relationship

First, I'm loving my surgery! I've lost 90 pounds now! I don't SEE the difference, when I look in the mirror, but I'm in a misses size 16 now, which is stinking awesome. I look in the mirror and still see the fat chick busting out of her 22's.

Then, I'm hating my surgery. Less than half a dozen times I've gotten mad because I WANT to eat! It was a coping skill for me before surgery. So, when I'm stressed or upset, I WANT to eat. I don't because I know I can't. But a couple days ago I sat in my truck at Sonic and got rather ticked off because I couldn't order what I wanted. Instead I settled for snagging one of my friend's cheese sticks and pretending to be happy.

Anyway, things are going great. I've lost a BUNCH of weight, and I can shop on the misses side of the store again. Which happened to be one of my major goals with surgery. I hold up the size 16's I can wear now and still amazes me that something so small fits over my butt!

That's where I am now. My head has caught up to my stomach, but it hasn't caught up with the weight loss! Anyone have any idea when that might happen?

Miss you guys, hope all is well! Sarah