A Good Program

I got off work early today; staff lunch, a few words from the boss and have a nice weekend. You don't have to tell me twice, I remember where I parked the car.

Michelle, never one to waste an opportunity, called me a short list for the store and a request for dinner: fried chicken, biscuits and gravy. One of the benefits of weight loss surgery is the ability to smile and order fried chicken, biscuits and gravy; cause I ain't gonna eat it.

First of all, I'm not a fan of all things poultry. I get my annual quota at Thanksgiving and I'm good for the year. I have nothing against biscuits. With the proper ratio of biscuit, butter and raspberry jam is down right delicious. Cover them in gravy and I suddenly loose interest.

It's amazing I ever got fat. I'm about the pickiest eater you'll meet. The list of foods I don't like and or won't eat is long a varied. The foods I love and crave all have one thing in common; not the healthiest group you'll meet. Burgers, pizza, chips and dip all part of my personal food group, and yet none make it to the weight loss hall of fame.

Now that I'm running on about fifteen percent stomach it's a lot easier to push back and say no. Even if I do find something I like, I'm doubled over in pain before I can do any real damage.

Think beef jerky.

It's a good program, nothing else has worked has worked for me.