The stupidest thing I put in my mouth...

I saw this thread originally on another wls support forum.  At first, I could not believe my eyes.  You mean, people are actually going to confess in front of other wls patients what they have eaten, or at least attempted to eat? Wow, this is a new form of honesty than I have seen in support groups.  Most people keep it a secret and will never tell for fear of being reprimanded or looked upon as a failure or outcast.  Well guess what?  IT HAPPENS.  Sooner or later.  Why? Because we are human, and because we have issues with food. 

So in light of this week's topic of struggles, and to help Marilyn see that she is not ALONE in hers, I think we should all be brave enough to post something that we have stuck into our mouths.  Now that doesn't mean you ate the entire donut, or 3 bags of Doritos.  You can share as little or as much as you would like.  But I will go first. God, I sure hope i'm not the only one who will go out on a limb here and confess.

November 2007 Tim and I went to Fort Lauderdale to a Bariatric Eating conference.  On the way home, we had a layover at the airport.  It was lunchtime and there were not very many choices so I had some of a hamburger and a few fries.  The grease in the fries made me sick feeling.  And, I couldn't seem to get rid of it.  I told Tim that I knew I would end up with diarrhea, and there was NO way in this world I wanted to be on an airplane with diarrhea!  Soooo.....

We walked past a Dunkin' Donuts.  I said, "Gimme some money."  He handed me some and said, "Why?"  I said, "Because I am going to make sure I don't get on that plane with Diarrhea."  I marched over to the Dunkin' Donuts, bought myself a chocolate frosted donut with custard inside (my favorite before surgery) and the look on  his face said it all...  "What ARE YOU doing?"  I started eating the donut, and before long, oh my heavens.  My stomach started to cramp.  He could tell that I didn't feel so great.

He handed me a wad of money and said, "Here, go over to the gift shop and buy a souvenir."  He did not want to witness what would follow.  I walked halfway to the airport gift shop, and turned suddenly to make a beeline for the bathroom.  I sat in there on the toilet for about 20 minutes (or it sure seemed like it), with my hands wrapped around the sides of my head, bent over with cramps, thinking I was going to die...  My stomach hurt so bad, and I couldn't tell.... Was I sweating?  If so, why did I feel all cold and clammy?  My head hurt, the pain pulsating through my temples.

After it was all said and done, I then went on to the gift shop and I was able to get on the plane diarrhea free.

Okay, I will go next...

 

Vodka...

 

I searched my surgeons approved list of things I could have and found it was not on the list after all...

I have to fess up too.

The stupidest thing? Candy Corn!

I looked at the bag, saw what a serving was, counted it out and ate them one at a time...

sat there thinking about how good they tasted...counted out another serving and ate them one at a time...

DUMPED big time!!!!!!!!!!!! Cold sweats, heart palpitations, intestinal cramps, shakes, nausea, etc. This went on for about 20 minutes.

Candy corn no longer holds any appeal to me.

Mel - I posted a PM to you before I even saw this post. I had visited your website for the first time and saw your blog about the Thin Mints. THANK YOU! This is what a support group is all about. I don't feel so alone and so guilty anymore. And I'm up fighting again today!

Mine was Dulce de Leche Girl Scout Cookies. Thank God they're gone!

Potato Chips...they were my problem before surgery...and the worst part is I didn't get sick!  I wish they had made me feel horrible so I would never be tempted again.

Ok, I had a bag of Cheddar Chex Mix.
I was really hungry earlier this week and did not have anything that I SHOULD eat.  I went to the healthy vending machine and looked and looked and looked for about 5 minutes, and weighed in what each item would be.

I finally decided to get the Chex Mix because it said 60% fewer calories.  I said that would be good then I said to myself that I will only eat 1/2 the bag.  Well 1/2 the bag came went and gone and I ate the rest!

I felt SOOOO gulity about eating those.  I will now keep PLENTY of WLS friendly snacks at my desk so that the only reason I will go to the vending machine is to buy a bottle of water.

Michael.

I ate 1/2 a petite four at a baby shower.  It didn't really make me sick.  I'm sure a whole one would have.  I ate 1/2 a Starbucks oatmeal cookie that DID make me sick as a dog, will NEVER do that again!  Thanx ya'll for supporting me!

Red Velvet Cake.  I decided that I would "just eat a few bites."  Okay...I am a sugar addict...there is no such thing as a few bites to me.  I started talking and eating and before I knew it...I had finished over half of a piece of full-sugar cake!

Did I mention that I was at a hotel in a group of people?  All of the sudden one of my colleagues said "...Freddie?  Are you okay?" 

I suppose my palor had turned grey/green.  I made it to the ladies room just in time to have a come to Jesus meeting with the toilet!

I don't crave cake any more! 

Ok, it's time for me.  I have always loved blueberry muffins.  I was craving them so bad one day that I convinced my husband to go to Dunkin' Donuts and get me one on a Saturday morning - he even got up early to go and get it for me.  Well, they are huge - Otis *****meyer huge.  I wound up eating the whole thing and my stomach hurt for hours afterwards.  I didn't have what I would call a traditional "dumping" episode, but I felt horrible and my stomach plain hurt for hours.  If I recall correctly I don't think I ate again the rest of that day - I just sipped on fluids because I was scared to eat anything else.

Do you guys remember the movie, "Scared Straight"?  I am just a few weeks post-op, so I'm sure one day I will eat something stupid, but right now you guys have me scared to death to put anything anywhere close to "wrong" in my mouth!  Thanks for sharing!