I think right now, my biggest problem is still forgetting that I have a stomach the size of a baby banana. My brain still functions in the same fat way, but I can’t seem to keep myself busy enough to remember that I’m not hungry. I walk around, find a snack and stick it in my mouth. Right away though, I know it doesn’t sit well with me, because I run to the bathroom like Brad Pitt is in there and I want to be the first one to touch him.
I’ll always remember that day in the hospital, when Dr. McDreamy said to me “Don’t stretch out that beautiful little stomach of yours”. This meant so much to me. Mainly because no one has ever called my stomach beautiful, or little. But it also needs to stick with me more. I need to find constant reminders to tell myself that I am not hungry, and that I am just bored.
A lot of people think that this surgery is just an easy way out, and it all comes so easy and there’s no working for it. Sorry to say it fools, but you’ve never been more wrong. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Harder than learning to tie my shoes. Eating habits change, ways of looking at food change, everything changes. It’s not easy, and I can promise you that. I wish I could say that it was easy, but it’s not. Yes, at this moment the weight is coming off quicker than all other diets that I have tried, but at some point, the fun weight loss part of it is going to end and the sucky reality part is going to kick in- where I have to tell myself when to stop.
Right now, my biggest task this week is to differentiate when I’m bored from when I’m actually hungry.