It’s Britney, B!@$

I’m still trying to adjust to my new stomach, but it’s so hard. I still can’t seem to remember to chew slowly. I feel like I should sing a song between bites. Maybe that would help; but maybe it would also bother the people around me. To tell you the truth, I will do whatever it takes to not feel so full to the point that I want to throw up. I feel so bad for everyone who will need to witness my amazing voice. They might even lose their appetites after hearing it.

Before I got the surgery, I was NEVER full. I could keep eating all day long, anything and everything in sight. Now, after a teeny tiny piece of food, just looking at it after I’m stuffed makes me sick. It’s crazy to me to think that after literally two hours of surgery, I have changed how I feel about food. This is not to say that I don’t like food, I still love it, and I still have the problem of thinking of what I’m going to eat next. I’ve been walking around the office today saying to myself “Eat to live, don’t live to eat”– I just need to keep repeating that to myself and stick my BEFORE picture on my wall in front of my face.

Until then, I’ll try some Oops I Did It Again at lunch tomorrow…