Last night I had my first dinner out. My family and friends took me out to Celebrate my birthday. Everyone there was already aware of what I did/what I am doing.
I chose a tapas restaurant so that I wouldn't be stuck with a meal I couldn't eat; tapas affords many choices of tiny dishes, easy to choose just what I want and share the plate once I get a taste.
About halfway through, my friend Roman* shows up. Roman and I have dated sort of randomly on and off for about 2 1/2 years with a lot of complicated garbage in between. Because of that, he has never met my family and very few of my friends. Suffice it to say, I was shocked to see him.
Anyway, he was there, sitting between me and my mom, getting along with everyone and socializing. We kept doing our thing, passing around plates and having a good time. He finally looks at me and says, "Something's different." I smiled and said I had lost 24 lbs (since consultation - ticker is since surgery). He said he noticed, and noticed that I wasn't eating much and asked me how I was doing it. I told him about the surgery and the changes I have made living with the band.
He looked at me and, for a half a second, I found I was a bit nervous of his reaction. He grinned from ear to ear and said he thought it was awesome.
I am pretty vocal about my decision to tell anyone who will listen about my choice to be banded. But telling a suitor/SO/romantic friend... that was definitely different.
I know there are a million threads out there on this very subject, but I wanted to share my first band confession in the dating sense.
Last night I had my first dinner out. My family and friends took me out to Celebrate my birthday. Everyone there was already aware of what I did/what I am doing.
I chose a tapas restaurant so that I wouldn't be stuck with a meal I couldn't eat; tapas affords many choices of tiny dishes, easy to choose just what I want and share the plate once I get a taste.
About halfway through, my friend Roman* shows up. Roman and I have dated sort of randomly on and off for about 2 1/2 years with a lot of complicated garbage in between. Because of that, he has never met my family and very few of my friends. Suffice it to say, I was shocked to see him.
Anyway, he was there, sitting between me and my mom, getting along with everyone and socializing. We kept doing our thing, passing around plates and having a good time. He finally looks at me and says, "Something's different." I smiled and said I had lost 24 lbs (since consultation - ticker is since surgery). He said he noticed, and noticed that I wasn't eating much and asked me how I was doing it. I told him about the surgery and the changes I have made living with the band.
He looked at me and, for a half a second, I found I was a bit nervous of his reaction. He grinned from ear to ear and said he thought it was awesome.
I am pretty vocal about my decision to tell anyone who will listen about my choice to be banded. But telling a suitor/SO/romantic friend... that was definitely different.
I know there are a million threads out there on this very subject, but I wanted to share my first band confession in the dating sense.