I still struggle with this . . .
. . . okay, this is an example of the food struggles I still have. I had crumbed beef schnitzel for tea, covered with gravy (rule of weight loss surgery - you can never have too much sauce with your meal). So I've eaten it and I KNOW I'm full. I can FEEL I'm full. I'm full to the point that if I eat another mouthful I'll spend the next two hours being sick. My stomach is giving me this message loud and clear and I really really want to obey it. The stomach is wise and knows of what it speaks.
Unfortunately, the brain fights back and is still trying to tell me I should eat the rest of the schnitzel. Before surgery my stomach and brain had the same ongoing battle, only the brain was so loud the stomach pretty much got drowned out. I realise now that the poor stomach was always wise and valiantly trying to give me the "Hey, stop, I've had enough" message . . . but the brain never let me hear it. Now I've given the stomach a powerful weapon. It has it's voice back and speaks to me loud and clear. But I still struggle to remember that I must listen to and trust the stomach first and always, and never listen to the brain for the brain is a cunning, devious liar. I know I don't need more food . . . the stomach doesn't want anymore food . . . but the brain demands it!
So there are two choices - I eat the schnitzel and puke and once again get negative reinforcement which will one day claim victory over the brain. Or I go, RIGHT NOW, to the kitchen and throw the leftover in the rubbish.
Having gone through this before and spent hours puking? I'm taking the leftovers to the rubbish. The stomach is wise and the brain is a LIAR!!
Coming up soon (hopefully tonight) before and after photos, yay ftw!!
Edit to add:: PHEW!!! MADE IT! Leftovers in the bin and not another morsel passed my lips. Traitorous brain!
Unfortunately, the brain fights back and is still trying to tell me I should eat the rest of the schnitzel. Before surgery my stomach and brain had the same ongoing battle, only the brain was so loud the stomach pretty much got drowned out. I realise now that the poor stomach was always wise and valiantly trying to give me the "Hey, stop, I've had enough" message . . . but the brain never let me hear it. Now I've given the stomach a powerful weapon. It has it's voice back and speaks to me loud and clear. But I still struggle to remember that I must listen to and trust the stomach first and always, and never listen to the brain for the brain is a cunning, devious liar. I know I don't need more food . . . the stomach doesn't want anymore food . . . but the brain demands it!
So there are two choices - I eat the schnitzel and puke and once again get negative reinforcement which will one day claim victory over the brain. Or I go, RIGHT NOW, to the kitchen and throw the leftover in the rubbish.
Having gone through this before and spent hours puking? I'm taking the leftovers to the rubbish. The stomach is wise and the brain is a LIAR!!
Coming up soon (hopefully tonight) before and after photos, yay ftw!!
Edit to add:: PHEW!!! MADE IT! Leftovers in the bin and not another morsel passed my lips. Traitorous brain!