I drove home from my parents' house today and I am exhausted. I decided it would be a good idea to stop for lunch at one of our favorite burger joints when my little ones' hunger began protesting while still on the road. What did I get? A grilled chicken sandwich with an ice water? Nope. I ordered a HUGE Mr. Pibb, a large cheese burger, a milkshake and a large french fry.
Ha, ha, ha, as if!
My poor nutrition deprived brain wasn't thinking, like always, and I fell right into 30 years of old habits. The good news?
I wasn't able to eat it all, not even close. I only nibbled on my burger, ate 2-3 fries, drank a few sips of my soda and the milkshake was a complete bust. THANK GOD FOR MY BAND. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
Now that I am home I am completely devoted to getting right back on track. I am going to exercise tonight and plan on eating a VERY light dinner. I am so looking forward to my fill THIS Thursday! Woot!
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That's why it's there. It helps re-train the brain. I am SERIOUSLY considering this because of you. :)
One thing I did at first too was gulping!
I never realized I was such a water gulper.
I was actually kinda shocked with myself. I don't drink water so much as inhale it!
I still do it. I have to watch myself like a hawk.
I still haven't had a burger yet- but when I do I want one with blue cheeseand fried onions :-)
That darn band - ITS WORKING!!!!!!
when we are hungry, we always buy big buck of food but finally, we can't finish it
Thank you for posting this. I am so worried that I will do this when I get my band and be able to eat like before. I have to remember that this is not going to be "just another diet".
Sometimes it takes the brain a bit to catch up with the band. Mine is still working on it! :)
Thank you for posting! I totally just copied and pasted this into an email to my husband. I'm in the process of being approved by insurance for a band and he just asked me this question the other day.
I explained that the band will be there to help me when I don't make the right choice. If I could order the grilled chicken every time, I wouldn't be the-f-word.
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