You Know You Are Being Stupid but....
Why do I do it!!... I know my limits, I'm a reasonably intelligent person...
I had a dinner party last night and had a small serving of soup... no bread... one drink... a couple of bacon pineapple appetizers... I was full but comfortable... then I brought out the desert.
Chocolate bothers me... pudding bothers me... but do I think about that as I cut myself a slice of "icebox cake"?... No... I take a 2-3 ounce piece. Eat it without putting down my fork... and thought I was going to dump....
8 people to entertain... I'm feeling like crap.... WHAT AN IDIOT!!! My DH noticed my distress... He helped get everyone to leave early (very politically)... but I'm still angry with myself.
What's up with this?... I need a good boot to the ass... Any of my fellow Mayer's want to step up for the first kick...???
Kate Z
Kate, I wish I could tell you how many "stupid" decisions I have made concerning what goes in my mouth! Case in point, yesterday morning, I decided to have a bowl of cereal with 2% milk. I was suppose to go into work by noon but had to call in and tell them I would be a little late...why...because I could not stop having diarrea!!! I must have had about 10 bouts of it before I felt even slightly better. Then, my stomach was so dang sore. I should know better than to have that...but I was being hard headed. One thing for sure, our little pouch has its own mind and when It doesn't like what we put in it...it lets us know with a vengeance!!!
Lemme go get my pointy-toed cowgirl boots and I'll get back to ya on that... 
Seriously, we all have to push the limits, test the boundaries, test the waters, challenge ourselves, see if we dump, see if we still dump, see how much we can get away with without dumping... It is all simply part of being human.
To me the key is...how often do you do something like this. If you are doing it every day or once a week... then maybe you need to talk about the behavior with someone professional. If you are doing it once every month or couple of months... chalk it up to simply pushing those limits, testing those boundaries, etc.
For us, if we have guests, if they ask if they can bring something - they can bring something for dessert because honestly - we won't eat it. Okay, maybe Rich will (he doesn't dump) try some but I won't at this point because I don't know if I dum*****t. I'm just not ready to test yet. We will make a treat that we can eat and thus far folks haven't seemed to mind SF cookies or cheesecakes and certainly no one gripes about strawberries and whipped cream (light) or my SF chocolate cream cheese dip.
Don't be angry at yourself. Lesson learned. Again, sure.
Kathy
p.s. How's mom?
Seriously, we all have to push the limits, test the boundaries, test the waters, challenge ourselves, see if we dump, see if we still dump, see how much we can get away with without dumping... It is all simply part of being human.
To me the key is...how often do you do something like this. If you are doing it every day or once a week... then maybe you need to talk about the behavior with someone professional. If you are doing it once every month or couple of months... chalk it up to simply pushing those limits, testing those boundaries, etc.
For us, if we have guests, if they ask if they can bring something - they can bring something for dessert because honestly - we won't eat it. Okay, maybe Rich will (he doesn't dump) try some but I won't at this point because I don't know if I dum*****t. I'm just not ready to test yet. We will make a treat that we can eat and thus far folks haven't seemed to mind SF cookies or cheesecakes and certainly no one gripes about strawberries and whipped cream (light) or my SF chocolate cream cheese dip.
Don't be angry at yourself. Lesson learned. Again, sure.
Kathy
p.s. How's mom? Pointy Cowgirl boots.. OUCH....
I can count on one hands the # of times I've been this stupid (with regard to post-WLS food choices)... (thank goodness)...
Lesson definately learned... but I thought I had that one down...
Mom's fine... Irreverent as ever....
Here's her latest joke...
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A teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:
""Get your parents to tell you a story with a moral at the end of it. ""
The next day the kids came back and 1 by 1 began to tell their stories.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Barbara. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, an automatic pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot sixteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed three more with the knife, before the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your Daddy tell you from this incredible story?"
Johnny said,
"The Moral is... Stay the hell away from Aunt Barbara when she's been drinking."
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