Grief

The last few days have been a nightmare... I truly feel as though my closest, most long-lasting friendship is ending - the one I have with food. I'm committed to this surgery, I know it's the only way I can survive, but I'm sad at the thought that I will have a different relationship with food from now on. SO many times I have shared with food, both good and bad. It will never be the same again, and that's good, that's healthy, but I feel bereft. It's weird and pathetic. I need to look at food as the kind of toxic friend that sometimes needs to be kicked out of our lives...