We went out to dinner last night with some friends who had moved away, but came back for a closing on the house they just sold. We keep in touch, and they have seen my progress on Facebook - so they were not so surprised at the weight I have lost - but they did have some questions as we were eating. Do I get hungry? How do I know when I have eaten enough? Even, if you don't get hungry, and you can't eat much, what is the point of eating at all?
Of course, I was able to answer all of their questions. And since I only ate one-half of a grilled cheese sandwich, I got to spend time doing the thing that is really important to me - being with them and my husband.
The conversation just re-emphasized for me the role that food has always played in my life. I ate and ate - with no thought for portions or for how healthy it was. Did it taste good? Shove it in. Did I like it? Pile it on. I just don't think that way anymore. In fact - my most important issue with food right now is finding the last bite BEFORE it is "one too many." I have not made myself sick - although I know that is a possibility with any gastric surgery, and I know friends who have experienced that. But I HAVE eaten that one bite too many - and started violently hiccupping. It seems that when that happens, my whole body gets involved. It is extremely uncomfortable - and I really want to avoid that at all costs if I can. It has been several days since I have had one of those episodes, and that is a good thing.
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