Michelle's Sunday Supper

Michelle decided that with cooler weather and the advent of fall, it was time for a proper Sunday dinner. Tonight's menu included a roast turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, Brussels sprouts, homemade gravy and fresh dinner rolls with butter. As if that weren't enough, a warm pumpkin loaf for desert later this evening. Here's the rub; my weight loss procedure can't tell the difference between every day overeating, and a once in a while special meal. And let me tell you, tonight's was a special meal.

My stomach only holds so much. Doesn't matter if it's leftovers on Tuesdays or one of Michelle's Sunday suppers; I'm only going to get a salad plate sized meal before the pain sets in. Tonight I really wanted to eat more. It was so good.

Now as I sit here and reflect, I realize it is more than food, it is an experience. No surgery can take away the most important elements of Sunday dinner; the smells that fill the house, sharing the table, the first bite.

I could lament missing out on a second scoop of mashed potatoes, but that would be just stupid. Instead, I choose to celebrate. I'll gladly give up a second helping at every Sunday dinner from here to evermore. It's a small price to pay for for something I could never do on my own.