Poor thing. It’s a difficult situation to be in, and it’s hard to change a lifetime of eating habits.
I succeeded in finding pants for Frank.
Yeah, I feel bad for her but I can’t help her in any way. She has to want to do it, and I think it’s something she’s doing because she feels she has to do. Not because she really wants to.
Also, I think I would have asked what the side effects were before I ever undertook something as life-altering as this, and then asked if counseling were available, in case things went south in a hurry.
When I’m depressed, I have a hard time watching my food intake, but when the depression is finally gone (again) I can take control of my eating habits. I empathize with her, but as I say, I think this is not her first choice.
Good for you finding pants for Frank!!
I’ve been trying to get things together for the “party” this afternoon, and it’s making me tired already.
So for the next 30 minutes, I’m taking a break.