Stop When Full

I was reading through my post op instructions when I came across the following: Stop when full, even if less than 2 or 3 ounces consumed. Really, 2 or 3 ounces, obviously my life is about to change.

The concept of being full after a couple of bites is completely foreign to me. My view has always been; I can't be full, there's still food on the table. Of course this flawed thinks is the reason I'm reading post op instructions in the first place. I have a life-long love affair with food and I see myself heading for a messy divorce.


I want change. I need change. I've been incapable of change on my own so we're going to get serious. Having a surgeon open you up and remove eighty-five percent of your stomach is seriously serious. However, if I were dying of stomach cancer I wouldn't think twice about it.

The fact is, I am dying, one bite at a time. I've been dying, physically and emotionally, for several years. It came on slowly and then one morning I woke up to a stranger in the mirror. Everyday activities became a chore. I avoided new experiences and isolated myself; not wanting to be outside the confines of my comfort zone.


Weight loss surgery is serious, but I have a serious problem. I wouldn't try to cure cancer with carrot juice. I'd get the best medical treatment available. I've done the research. I'm going to tackle obesity the same way; with the best medical treatment available.