I am just over two weeks post op. Last night we went out to run some errands and stopped at the mall. Anyway, he and I go our separate ways for a while to do our own thing. I did some "window" shopping but didn't buy anything. (I'm reserving that shopping high for when I can actually try on clothes in a regular size and feel they look good enough on my new body to buy.) He goes off to buy some video series.

When we meet back up he says he has already taken his stuff to the car. We walk out of the mall to the car and I open the door and am overcome by the smell of fresh Cinnabons! Are you kidding me??? I don't say a word. (I was thinking "what a jerk" but didn't say it.)

He chooses Texas Roadhouse for dinner. Okay, I haven't eaten out for a while...I think I will have some Soup and be fine. We are seated, he orders a margarita- I order Water with two lemons. All is good. He inhales most of the bread basket before the waitress comes back for our order. I ask for the Soups and guess what? They don't have soup. Again, are you kidding me??? He proceeds to order the largest steak on the menu with mushrooms and onions, a sweet potato with brown sugar and marshmallow and corn.

I say it's okay and say I will just have my water. I tell the waitress I can only have liquids -not that I needed to give any reason for not ordering anything after her no soup answer but she looked perplexed by my decision to not order anything. She is so apologetic about the no soup thing. I play games on my phone and text a fellow sleever (thanks for your support Aubwise and listening to my vent!) about the situation while he eats his meal, all while I am enjoying my water. The funny thing is, I wasn't even interested or tempted by the situation. I was somewhat 'hungry' since I hadn't had anything but water since after work, so after we left I stopped by Red Robin and picked up a bowl of chicken tortilla soup to go (which they strained for me - thank you Red Robin!) When we got home I had had my soup and was truly satisfied.

This morning he proceeds to make coffee (which I have not had since before my sleeve) and starts in on his dozen Cinnabons (which will be gone by tomorrow night) and I go for a two plus mile walk.

I feel so much better after that walk than I remember feeling after a morning of coffee and Cinnabons on Saturdays past. The surgery is definitely a tool but we ultimately have the final decision on how to incorporate that tool into our lives to make ourselves the best we can be.

I learned a few things last night...Call, ask or lookup restaurant menus ahead of time. Everyone has to make their own decisions. Having support from someone who understands where you are coming from, even if just to vent, helps tremendously. My choices cannot be influenced by circumstance or the choices of others. I am stronger than I ever thought. And most of all - I will succeed!

Funny Story. Sounds like you have things under control. Being pre op I have to wonder how to react in a simular situation. Luckly , I am not a fan of sweets, so cinnabons wont bother me.

I had to smile when reading this because I can just see this happening in my house when I finally get sleeved. He can't understand why Dairy Queen won't be considered soft food!

My husband started out the same way. But we have had a few talks about how much I need his support and he has improved. Now I am teasing my husband, who is also over weight, that if he doesn't start losing weight with me I'll get my surgeon to cut him too. I think my husband didn't take me serious at first because he had seen me start so many diets and give up that he kind of assumed I would give up on this too!

Good luck and keep it up. Talking to people always helps.

Your post reminded me of how I was when my hubby has wls and I wasnt sleeved. I feel bad looking back as now I have had wls and would be pissed off if hubby bought cinnamon buns in the car (they are my fav sweet lol). Good job on sticking with good choices.

Wow I can't imagine but you should be so proud of yourself. What strength and determination. My family is trying their best to support me and I am not sure what I would do without them. My husband gave up certain foods and stayed with me and lost12lbs. He doesn't have weight issues of course. I am down 43. Keep up the good work!