I agree with what has been said here, it was my choice to get this surgery, and I knew going in that I would have to make sacrifices. My family are not allowed to be deprived of the foods that they can eat with control just because for years I was out of control. I would go ape if I thought they were not eating the stuff they love because I was a knob for twenty years.
Saying that I have been tremendously lucky in that my family have given me more support than one fat man deserves. In the early days when I was struggling with the enormity of what I had done to myself they would not eat my old foods in front of me. Now I have exorcised my food demons they can eat what they like I am OK.
In some kind of twisted Masochistic way it strengthens my resolve to see people eating food that I can no longer eat. I feel great inside that I am stronger than them because I can deny myself the foods they crave. The craving hasn't gone from my mind yet, I doubt it ever will, but I take the moral high ground and look down from my lofty perch and smile. Twisted but it works for me LOL.
On a recent all inclusive holiday I was disgusted with the amount of food some people were putting down their necks, yet this time last year I would have shifted more than them. Go figure
