Today Is A Hard Day

I shouldn't be wanting to cry less than a week post op because of food, but I feel like I want to. It isn't even just about the food, it is traditions. Tonight was my son's last band concert ever (effing budget cuts) and after every concert we go out to eat....except for tonight. I was in a lot of discomfort during the concert because I did a lot today and didn't take any pain meds so I just wanted to go home. I pre-made a shake before we left so it would be good to go when we got home. Well. The husband asked me what we were going to do for dinner...to which I responded with a blank stare in his direction. I told him to make something. He obviously didn't want to cook dinner so I said they could get a pizza on the way home. I know he feels bad about eating in front of me when I can't, so instead they went to one of our favorite places, Roberto's. Fortunately they ate there but it still sucked. Instead of being with my family I was at home, on the couch, taking 20 min to drink my 8 oz shake.

I knew this was going to be hard. I know it is going to be hard. It is not going to happen overnight. I am in this for the long haul. I just feel weepy and emotional today. Watching Julie & Julia 3 times today probably hasn't helped...that movie makes me so hungry for rich, fattening food. Pity party, table for 1 please.