That Last Bite
or those last few bites just sit on my plate.
I've reached the sated point. My pouch has issued the "I'm done" call but there is just one more bite left on the plate. Okay, so maybe it is two more like bites or perhaps even three if the bites were very small.
I push the plate away but derned that food was good. And there is only one more bite left. What problem could one more bite do.
Nope, I get up and I take the plate to the trash and I scrape the last bits of food off my plate into oblivion.
Such is the story of this gastric bypass patient. One who is afraid to go beyond her pouch's capacity to have the food reappear in a less tasty and friendly state than the one it was in when it went down. One who is trying really hard not to have that first yakking experience.
There will be other bites of tasty food in my future. Afterall...tomorrow is another day and when I cannot eat very many bites... I want to make them tasty and I want to make them count!
Kathy
Okay, like yesterday I went to this restaurant to pick up my carry out of Barbecue Ribs...Loaded Potatoe and Greenbeans...get home and start eating it carefully, careful to chew everything slowly. Then I stopped and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. Good right? Well, wrong, late last night, got home from working at the soon to be new house, got that plate out of the fridge and heated it up. Started eating like it was gonna run off my plate...then about 20 minutes later..... ....and ......and more .....then foamies...then liquidy.....NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT GO TO SLEEP. Woke up with such a sore tummy. Just wasn't worth it. Been careful today.....veryyyyy careful.