Something weird has been happening… through the publicity process, through all the interview questions I’ve been answering and short-form pieces I’ve been writing and conversations I’ve been having with strangers who have read my book, I’ve come to understand myself a little better, and maybe cut myself some slack. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a body meltdown – for the past six+ months my nerves have been too overloaded with book stuff and work to even consider making room for self-image – and I’ve even begun to realize that a lot of the things I talk about aiming for in the book are already beginning to happen, some in more pronounced ways than others. Most notable: I think I’m starting to have a normal relationship with food. Now, of course, the first thing we have to do is define our terms, right? By a ‘normal’ relationship with food, I mean that I’m not obsessed with it, and it doesn’t control me. The GB has done its job ...
Life after Gastric Bypass surgery