**tapping foot impatiently**
WHERE is the welcome wagon? The lady with my basket of goodies, welcoming me to the neighborhood with a kind smile and some homemade cookies?
So on Friday night I made my family my all-time favorite meal. Homemade fried rice, egg rolls (not-so-homemade) and teriyaki chicken.
I'm a few days out from giving "soft foods" a shot, and I've been SOOOOOOO good on my liquid/mushy/puree diet that I thought I'd give it a shot. A few tiny bites of soft chicken. Heaven. And went down great. So I got brave and tried a teeenytiiiiny bit of rice. Delish. So I had a few more bites of chicken and some more rice. I knew that it was about then that I should be feeling "full". But I wasn't. So I had an egg roll.
*hanging head in shame*
I felt full after the egg roll and when I had a moment of temporary insanity and took a sip of water after I ate it, I felt "the feeling". I felt the water stick up high in my chest. And then I felt it "trickle" down. It was the weirdest sensation.
Anyways... it was then that I realized that I was entering bandster hell. That time between surgery and the first fill where there is very little restriction and our "fat kid" habits are still in full-swing. I really wanted another egg roll about three hours later. Like REALLY wanted it. But I knew that was just going to lead me down a dark road, so I resisted.
But man, its hard. I've been giving into my inner (and outter) fat kid for so long that its hard to break the cycle. I knew how good that egg roll would have tasted. Especially after weeks of protein shakes, lite yogurt, and fat-free cottage cheese. And once my mind got going, it was hard to turn it off. I wanted a PBJ sandwich. I LOVE PBJ sandwiches. They are my go-to snack at night when I get "hungry" (a term I'm learning to use loosely). I've really REALLY missed my morning bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. And the shredded cheese that I've been using SO sparingly lately? It was just begging to be covered in my morning scrambled egg.
But I resisted. It wasn't easy and I can't guarantee that I'll be able to resist forever. But for now, I resisted.
Because I refuse (REFUSE!!) to have gone through all of this in vain. I refuse to be one of those bandsters who continues in their own ignorance, unaware of the fact that the band is NOT a magic wand! I know that this is my only shot at this. There are no do-overs in WLS. Not for me at least. And while I know that bandster hell is going to be... well, hell... I will not use that as an excuse for bad habits. Not anymore. No more eggrolls for this Hungry Girl.
But I have to admit... if the Welcome Wagon lady came to my door tonight, I *might* just have a tiny nibble of one of her homemade cookies.
But just a tiny nibble.