Saturday, November 14, 2009

Damn foamies

I got the foamies today. I can't believe it. I'm over a year out. Surely this shouldn't still be happening to me.

It's my own damn fault. I decided to make PB and (SF) J on whole wheat mini-bagels for lunch. I also decided to measure everything to make sure my eyeballing measurements were still accurate. (I do this kind of re-calibrating on a regular basis. Otherwise, in spite of having better than average eyeballing skills, I find myself slowly upping my portion sizes.) Which means, instead of eating the amount I thought I could eat, I ate the amount I measured out. Then I ate it sitting at the computer and stopped paying attention until it was gone and it was too late.

Most of my foamy episodes come from one of two situations. Either I'm eating out with "normos" and get sucked into not wanting my food quantities to appear abnormal. Or I'm eating while doing something else and not paying attention.

Some day I'll learn...

In the meantime, part of me is kind of glad I've still got restriction because sometimes it seems like I haven't got nearly as much as I used to. I just wish I could figure out my sleeve is tighter than normal without a trip to the bathroom to barf up foamy saliva after feeling like a 10 lb. cat is sitting on my chest for as long as it takes me to give in to the inevitable and be willing to barf.

In case you haven't figured it out yet: I hate to barf, even if it feels good afterwards. But I hate feeling like a 10 lb. cat is sitting on my chest even more.
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