Two and a half years post op and I still haven't learned to ALWAYS RESPECT that soft signal that I'm full. Yesterday and again today I had great food days. Ate within my limits, made pretty good choices (only a half a sliver of the cakes at the BBQ) and had no pain or discomfort at all.
Until I decided to take one more teensy, tiny fork of the Italian pasta salad leftovers that I ate for dinner.
One more.... not because I was hungry. But because it tasted good. And it was there.
That one teensy tiny fork of Italian pasta salad got stuck. And after 2+ hours of pain and discomfort, it came back up. Along with much of what had been a perfectly adequate amount for dinner.
Arghhhhhhhhh
I did do a blog post the other day, but stupid blogger ate it.
My appointment with nutritionist last week was a cooking demo. He made tuna oat cakes with fresh fruit and pepper salsa. It was delicious, and I have the recipe. When I get a moment, I'll share... again... stupid Blogger....
Weight was still 160. I was disappointed even though clothes are fitting looser. Nutritionist was thrilled. As he pointed out, that's maintenance over 2 weeks of travel, stress and less than usual exercise. I suppose.
This morning my scale showed 157 so hopefully that means things are moving in the right direction.
Have a great Tuesday!
3 comments:
Like the bento box idea...
Glad the scale is going down!
XO
At first, for some reason, I thought the picture was the remnants of an item "formerly stuck." Hee!
Great job! I dont know why I dont listen to my body more often too! :)
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