Of thinking about food? Dealing with food? Having to eat the way 'we' have to eat? If you are another weight loss surgery post op that is, do you? Don't you just GET SICK OF IT SOMETIMES? Don't you just want to throw all the fucking rules down the toilet and HAVE whatever you want, when you want it?
(Why yes, yes I do! Thanks for asking!)
But, I pretty much do within limits. I do not stray very far.
I eat carbs.
I eat sugar.
I drink Diet Soda + espresso, with meals even.
I eat many things that would make the skin crawl on those of you who stick by your surgeons' post-op plan like it was the Bible. But, it's always within limits. I never eat so much that I get sick on purpose, nor do I eat so much sugar that I dump on purpose, there are lots of post ops that do. Sure, it happens. In fact, I just ate a cup of chili for dinner and my heart raced a little bit, but I did not plan that it would make me sick, shit happens.
Whatever, I'm just bitching a little bit. I think this is just the result of Mr. MM's frustration frothing over TO ME. He is noticeably frustrated by his stress-eating weight gain. Today started his week of vacation, and he went COLD TURKEY on his DD muffin habit. His body freaked out. He's been sick on and off the potty all afternoon. He's in bed now, sleeping off his lack-of-carb coma.
What about you? Do you just want to give in sometimes - to say - fuck it all - I QUIT!?
Or - does your success thus far kick in and say WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU MORON? YOU ARE 150 POUNDS PUT THE REESES PENIS CUP DOWN AND WRITE THE BLOG POST!
PS. FWIW, they are in the freezer. He bought THREE BAGS. THREE. I didn't eat one now. I had one earlier today.