Listening to the pouch

Today's experiment is called "listening to my pouch."  I have developed the bad habit of ignoring my full signal (a belch) and continuing to eat past that, sometimes to the point of pain.  So, today I decided I would listen to my pouch, eat what I wanted, but stop when I belched, throwing (or putting) the rest of that meal away.  Okay, so easier said than done apparently.

I started my breakfast.  After about 3 bites, I belched.  And my brain said, "That's impossible.  You can't be full yet.  Must be gas."  So I took a couple of more bites, but paid real attention to what I was feeling.  Another belch.  Damn!  I really AM full.  I threw out over half the meal (ham, egg and cheese on an english muffin). 

So, part of me is mourning the loss of this food that is in the trash.  (told you I was sick)  And the other part of me feels grateful that my pouch still works; absolutely amazed that my body can truly be satisfied with so little food; proud of myself for listening to the pouch (even though I fought it there for a minute); and quite simply awestruck by the power of the pouch!!!  LOL

Thanks for letting me share.

Awesome and it really is amazing when we listen. . .  sometimes though, we are just unbelieving of the fact that we can fill up so quickly. . .

 My pouch still works.  The only difference for me is I make my sandwiches open faced, and I have Utley who loves to eat leftovers, so nothing goes to waste.  Well, he's not crazy about fruit, but everything else he loves.  :)