Damn tasty feelings the past few days. Curses. I had lost back 4 of the 10 lbs I'd gained since surgery in May, and now those 4 are back so I'm back to 260 lbs (I'd gotten down to 250 and stayed there consistently until the whole appendix thing had to go and happen.) I am just so anxious and it had been better since I saw L last week but now it's bad again, cuz of son's situation, they still don't have their new place so are with us still, yesterday a pest control company hired by the new apartment complex (altho my son had to pay for it) came in and installed some trap things all around our house to verify there's no bed bugs here, and if they are empty after this week they get to move in over at the new place this coming weekend. I am so crossing my fingers. So far they are empty after 24 hours. The traps have a pheramone in them or something that attracts the dastardly bugs. I am so over all of this and I know my son and his gf are too I think I'm picking up their stress and adding it to my own and it just feeds my anxiety something awful. Which makes me in turn feed my stupid face. I feel so damn broken again. I cannot gain back all that weight. I cannot. I will not!!