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The time pizza almost killed me!
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This is part funny story part cautionary tale. I, like many post-oppers, intended to be super strict with my diet and never even look twice at my old bad habit foods. I kept the house clear of all bad foods and had gone through the pre-op diet and the many stages of post-op eating. My fiancee (now husband) stood with me through it all and for a person who loves his food and never gains weight (lucky!!!) He was suprisingly supportive of the lack of food in the house. So when he asked me to pick up pizza after all this time of patient support, I agreed, not even suspecting what was about to happen. The thing about pizza is that it smells soooo good! So I thought I would just take a look. Well the thing about that is, it looks good too. I was now in the solid food phase of my diet and I considered that a piece of sausage couldn't hurt. It was so good that I then considered that a bite wouldn't hurt if I chewed it well. Like any addict , a little is never enough. This evolved into 3 large bites of pizza, the first bready item post surgery. Now all of this has taken place in the car...hiding my shame from my fiancee. I walk in, still finishing my last bite, and then it happened. As you may know, bread tends to swell. At first I was full, then I was uncomfortably full, then I was suddenly convinced that my stomach was going to explode and I was going to die! My fiancee wavered between concern and scolding. I had yet to over-eat severely, so if you have you understand the anguish. If you have yet to over eat then take my word for it....don't! So here I am groaning about pizza and dying and asking him to shoot me to put me out of my misery when suddenly I let out the loudest burp ever and the contents of my stomach settled a bit. I was still uncomfortably full but no longer in the throes of death. So there I am, sprawled on the couch completely silent and a little shocked with the echo of the atomic bomb of burps still ringing around me. My fiancee just looks at me and laughs uncontrollably. So the moral of the story is this: over-eating is never worth it even though it smells like it will be! Also, laughing at a post-opper who has over eaten may land you eating your pizza outside