My relationship with my former best friend and comfort has changed. The way I think about food has changed the way I feel about it has changed. It is weird to me at times that I for once in my life am not obsessed with what I am going to eat, or where I am going to eat. I think about eating to live now not living to eat and it feels so great. I think about making good food choices over hurried convenience over processed foods. I taste food, experience it and savor it in a new way.

Has your feelings about food changed?

You are not alone.. i cant believe how much people eat and the kind of foods.. oh ya and i was the worst kind i ate everything not good for me. And now that i have changed and no one else has i can see big difference. It makes me feel like i preach about wht u should eat but i dont cause no one will understand unless they have had this surgery

I used to eat things because they tasted good, and every time we went out to eat, I think my poor husband wanted to cry because I could easily spend 30 minutes discussing WHERE we should go to eat. How about Chinese? Okay. No, how about Indian? Okay honey. Wait, wait, how about that Thai place we were planning to try? Okay.

Then I'd go, where do YOU want to go? by this time I think he would rather have starved than ever asked me if I wanted to go out to eat

Now it's like, I don't even care. Wherever we go, I'm going to eat a few ounces and it will all be over anyway, so who cares? I still enjoy eating tasty food, but the decision is a lot easier knowing how little I can eat.

Just the time we've saved from not having to discuss that, I have other good things he and I can get up to

I was a HUGE foodie (in every sense of the word). I was always ready to try new cuisines, new foods, new recipes and for the last 3 years, I've been working (and eating) my way across Europe, Asia and Africa. I was sleeved in September and spent October-Christmas in 6 different countries. My husband and I also do dinner out whenever I get home to help us reconnect. AND I've now survived Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve and Day with family meals. So, for me, the realization about how much my relationship has changed with food and what I find comforting is "in your face" obvious. I am still amazed by it. In addition to being able to objectively look at food as "what does it bring nutritionally to the table" rather than "ooh, you're new/delicious, I must eat all of you", I'm still amazed at how easy it is for me to "waste" food. I was always a clean your plate eater and now I eat what I can or what I'm supposed to and anything extra that can't be recycled into another meal is either offered to others or thrown away--and that bothers me not at all. Now, I find comfort in my daily workouts, a bubble bath, and slatherings of skin lotion.