We're having our kitchen remodeled and new flooring put in throughout the house, so we're packing up things and moving a lot to storage. A friend and her teenaged daughter came over to help me this morning, as Huz was working. We worked like fiends, and got three big loads over to the storage room.

I knew teenager was going to help another friend this afternoon, so I treated them both to lunch (in addition to paying teenager). We went to our favorite local burger joint. They use premium beef and everything there is super yummy - even the lettuce and tomatoes they use are great.

I ordered a burger in a lettuce wrap, extra pickles. I ate about a third of it, and took the rest home. Teenager ate half her burger and took the rest home. Mom and teenager ate half an order of fries, and I had two, count them, two fries.

This is the kind of place where formerly, I would have polished off a buger with the bun, and made a fair stab at a double handful of fries (they make super good ones). The basket of fries (and a pile of pickles) was sitting right in front of me - and I was not the least tempted to take even one more bite.

This. This is what I was most wanting out of my surgery. I wanted my "enough" button set to a much more sensitive level. I enjoyed the burger (and the company) enormously. But I I didn't need "more". Just because the food was sitting in front of me didn't mean I wanted a single bite more than my body needed.

The rest of the burger was split between an afternoon snack and dinner. The lettuce is a limp loss, but the pickles are waiting for me in the fridge. I'm meeting my macros for the day, too. Score all around!

We're having our kitchen remodeled and new flooring put in throughout the house, so we're packing up things and moving a lot to storage. A friend and her teenaged daughter came over to help me this morning, as Huz was working. We worked like fiends, and got three big loads over to the storage room.

I knew teenager was going to help another friend this afternoon, so I treated them both to lunch (in addition to paying teenager). We went to our favorite local burger joint. They use premium beef and everything there is super yummy - even the lettuce and tomatoes they use are great.

I ordered a burger in a lettuce wrap, extra pickles. I ate about a third of it, and took the rest home. Teenager ate half her burger and took the rest home. Mom and teenager ate half an order of fries, and I had two, count them, two fries.

This is the kind of place where formerly, I would have polished off a buger with the bun, and made a fair stab at a double handful of fries (they make super good ones). The basket of fries (and a pile of pickles) was sitting right in front of me - and I was not the least tempted to take even one more bite.

This. This is what I was most wanting out of my surgery. I wanted my "enough" button set to a much more sensitive level. I enjoyed the burger (and the company) enormously. But I I didn't need "more". Just because the food was sitting in front of me didn't mean I wanted a single bite more than my body needed.

The rest of the burger was split between an afternoon snack and dinner. The lettuce is a limp loss, but the pickles are waiting for me in the fridge. I'm meeting my macros for the day, too. Score all around!

Awesome!

yes! those are some of the best moments! and it sounds like you've had plenty of energy to accomplish the work you needed to do beforehand!

What a lovely post.... this is truly what i envision my future to be like, Being able to enjoy most things in moderation and having the "im satisfied" feeling without feeling guilt for not finishing it

@, it was SO amazing, I felt like dancing on air.

However, after coming home and spending more time packing, my feet don't feel like dancing at all

Huz had me call in an order for him to pick up at the same place on his way home from work. There is a half-bag of those fries out in the kitchen that preop would have called me like a siren.

No interest at all. Thrilling!

Great job... keep up the good work... your tool is working! Yay!

So encouraging! Thank you!!

It is a good feeling. Sometimes I will eat less than half a plate when I am eating out with friends and think, "Oh no I ate too much!", but when I look at what my friend ate or remember how I would overeat at must meals it calms my nerves.

What a wonderful post! Good for you 2goldengirl. This was one of my primary goals from the surgery as well. I'm only 17 days out and so far I feel just the same. I just keep hoping it will last long term... You give me hope!