My Body Is Not A Trash Can

Your post resonates with me.  I would feel the full sensation in my pouch and know I should stop - BUT there were a couple of bites left.  In the beginning of my post-op bariatric journey - I would eat those bites - then the pain, nausea would start and my mouth produced copious amounts of saliva and the vomiting would begin.  I would be nauseated for hours and have to have protein drinks for the rest of the day because I knew eating solid food would cause vomiting.

After a few times of this, and hating the aftereffects of continuing to eat when my pouch told me to stop - I wised up and learned to throw food away.

Now at 7+ years post RNY - I throw food away all the time.  At restaurants, the waitress/waiter asks if my meal was OK and I just tell them I wasn't hungry and ask them to take the plate away. (I don't do well with reheated food, meat especially)

At home - I put it down the garbage disposer and it is gone forever!

Most Americans have disposable income for entertainment, vacations, etc.  I am blessed to be able to throw food away and not be concerned where my next meal will come from because food is abundant where I live. (Groceries, gas stations, drug store and many restaurants.)

Penny

I hate throwing food away because I've had prolonged periods when I didn't know where my next meal was coming from, or living literally on goldfish crackers and cup o'noodles (I could get three for $1; they were warm food and it was winter in Chicago...), but if I can't fini**** I offer it to Hubby or put it in the fridge. Beiing sick isn't worth it.Then if I don't eat it, eventually it gets discarded, usually by hubby, as I don't mind eating the same food several meals in a row, but he gets tired of it..