Help! I want to eat...

I want to eat...and eat...and eat... I was sleeved 5-7 (about 2+ weeks ago) been on liquids for 30 days and just yesterday was released to purees. I ate egg, chicken and I want more. I have only eaten very small amounts but have felt zero restriction. Perhaps I ate too little to get restriction but I ate about 2 oz of chicken  for one meal and 1/2 an egg the other.  Downed a protien shake like it was nothing for another meal. No restriction at all! and food tastes so good after being deprived so long... I want to eat...head hunger is attacking...craving...and with no restriciton I'm wondering if the surgery even worked?  What if they left my stomache too big? What if I never feel restriction? What if I give in the hunger? I have been good so far but food tastes so yummy and I'm an addict. What can I do? Any tips?

Are you on a PPI?

What is PPI?

Are you on a medication to help reduce the acid in your stomach?

You said it, you're an addict.  I'm over two years postop and I want to eat everything, but it's head hunger not actual hunger.  I'd see your doctor about some antiacid medication.  I didn't feel any restriction until I was on a soft-lumpy diet at 4+ weeks, and then if I had one mouthful more than my stomach could take I'd be in trouble!

The sleeve is not a cure for all your issues around food, and many people will simply transfer their addictions.  It is a tool for weight loss, but you can beat it and put on weight again, no problem.  You need to take responsibility for your addiction and fight it.  I fight it every day and life is wonderful at 126 pounds lost.  Best of luck! 

I did not feel any restriction until I started "real" foods.  We can deal with restriction and real hunger in another post.  You're not going to be able to say "but food tastes so yummy and I'm an addict" without hearing from me about *that*.

Surgery did not fix my addict brain.  Look, I'm going to tell you how it is for me.  I think of my desire to overeat compulsively, my food addiction, as a disease, as a monkey on my back that wants to kill me.  All those thoughts in my head about wanting to eat this or that, it's my disease talking, not *me* and those sweet, seductive thoughts are tricks my disease plays on me to get me to eat.  Because all the monkey cares about is that I feed my addiction. 

Food is not my friend.  It's something I've learned to use to try to fix other things in my life - things food is not design to fix - and these responses are hard-wired into my brain.  I can't *help* or *fix* the strange ways I respond to food.  I am permanently broken in this regard, and when I engage in addictive eating behaviors, well, it's not pretty.

But I can control my behavior, through a combination of constant reinforcement and support, self-talk, environmental strategies, and something I think of as "spiritual fitness" but mostly that is maintaining a good and grateful attitude.  I didn't come up with this stuff, I learned it in Overeaters Anonymous, it is basic 12-step thinking.  It might not even be "true" but it has worked for me.  It changed everything about how I relate to food.

I can't bear to hear someone say "I'm an addict" without sitting up and taking notice.  If you are, it is really serious.  Life or death serious.  At least it is to me.