I was in a hurry this morning, so I grabbed a can of ravioli instead of something healthy. I just ate lunch. I knew ravioli was a bad choice, so I just half the can. I threw the rest away. Now I miss it. I want my ravioli back. I have RSA (Ravioli Separation Anxiety.) I hate throwing away food. Hate it.

"There's no better revenge than success!"

I think that's the quote of the year!

I used to just put the plate back in the cupboard after eating. Whatever can't be scraped up by a fork or spoon got mopped up with bread. Rinse sauce down the drain? No way. But now I'm throwing a lot of food away. I don't like it, but I have no choice.

I still clean my plate, although I have been trying to put less on it. If I ever get good restriction, I hope to break this awful habit. I'm scared to death that I won't be able to figure out what my stop signal is!

Well gang, up until a couple of days ago, I didn't think I'd need a fill on Monday, but something has happened and I can eat anything and everything, which makes it extremely difficult to make good choices. The bad/sad part is, I can feel it go straight through and land in my lower stomach. On one hand I guess I'm all healed now, on the other I sure liked that restricted feeling and can't wait to have it back again.

Blossom, didn't you just get a new fill? I sure hope mine kicks in ASAP. At this rate I'll be wearing my same clothes in the spring, boohoo

On another board they often have this quote about how ALL food ends up in the garbage no matter what. The point being, why use your body to process junk before it ultimately ends up as garbage. I probably havent said it well, but this thought really helps me with throwing out food!

A tight band helps too!

Curley...You said it very well.. I have seen that Quote and it is right on.

Thanks for bring it here.

Curly, you said it perfect. About 100 years ago I went to the Schick Center for weight loss (torture facility.) They told me the same thing. They said it all ends up in the dump, so why use your precious body to process it? Then during one session they made me squish M n M's in my hands till they were all melty and my hands were gross and disgusting. Then the therapist told me to wipe my hands off on my shirt. I told her she was crazy! She got pretty agressive and demanded I wipe the mess off on my clothes and asked me, "WHY IS IT OKAY TO PUT THAT CRAP INSIDE YOUR BODY BUT NOT ON THAT BLOUSE?" Okay, lady, I get the hint! I went to the bathroom crying and washed my hands, but that was a pretty harsh message.