It continues to amaze me even 58 (!) weeks post op how things change and how things remain the same. The RELATIONSHIP we WLS peeps have with food is a nasty little devil... but with our tool... the surgery it slaps us upside the head and says No No Noooooooooooooo I think NOT. Gone are the days when I looked forward to a solitary meal as a delight, a comfort, a fun time . Food now is a necessary maybe not an evil but something that I must do to 1. stay healthy 2. groom myself for stamina and 3. Get through.
Sunday used to be my favorite day of the week to eat and Breakfast my favorite meal with Dinner right behind and yesterday ...just yesterday I realized it's lost it's allure . Now its not planning "ohhh ewww goody what am I gonna eat?" It's "okay I need to eat a little and what is it going to be ?" "Can I get close to 20 grams of protein?"...again a feeling that I think regular weight people have who have normal weight and treat food as fuel feel. Eat it get it over with and move on. I kinda sorta miss the food... I sorta miss the high, I sorta miss the friend that was food but then isn't that how I got here?
I'll STILL take THIS new feeling rather than the old feeling any day however! How about you?
Monday, March 22, 2010
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