Last night as hubby was cooking (he prefers his cooking to mine), he asked me what I wanted to go with the chicken. I looked at him and said 'nothing'. I didn't even care about eating the chicken, but he seasoned it nicely and cooked it perfectly, so I did enjoy it.
Anyway, I'm a month out and don't care much about food either. But this is what I wanted. I wanted to be like a slim person: eat to live. I wanted to not enjoy eating so much. I think that when you feel depressed about not getting enjoyment from eating, what you're really doing is mourning your loss. It was a big part of your life. You have to change your mindset and think about how much healthier you are now. Find something else to occupy your mind--something that makes you happy. What works for me is thinking about how much better my life is going to be without the food monkey on my back. I can soon do so many things that I haven't been able to do for many years. This is what motivates me. This is why I chose to have this surgery.
Yes, I don't enjoy eating anymore. But there are so many other things in life that are pleasureable. Try to find those things and tell yourself you're going to be happy and you will soon forget that food was one of those things.
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Vicki
RNY 11/04/2008
248/139/138
Pre-op/Current/Goal
One more freakin' pound...
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