Licked the salt off of a french fry today - 8 Days Post Op

Oct 28, 2011

I would never under and circumstances order french fries for myself right now, but I was doing a friend a favor and watching two of her kids (along with my two) at a McD's playland, and she handed me a coupon for free french fries for her girls. So I did, and ordered a fruit and yogurt parfait as well. And the nice man behind the counter gave me a cup of hot water for free. Yay!

One of the nice side effects of my week-long Food Network marathon (weird, I know), is that I'm craving more adult flavors and the fast food crap I used to eat just doesn't seem appealing anymore. (Although I'm still craving a biteful of Southwest Chicken salad from Mcds). So I sat in the playland, without my e-book, with a next-to-nothing battery on my android, and thought long and hard about the food on the tray in front of me. 

I had two tiny spoonfuls of the plain part of the yogurt parfait and sipped the hot water. Those french fries were staring at me. I remember exactly what they taste like, and I remember the mindless scarfing down of fries dipped in ketchup. I could devour a whole large fry without really noticing. It's such a repetitive motion. Grab a fry (or four), dip in my ketchup cup, shove in my mouth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. 

So I decided the fries looked yummy, but I know it would kill my pouch right now. All that grease and starch. So I licked the salt off of one fry and felt satisfied. I had pretty much the same result in my mouth as I would if I would have eaten the whole package. And I didn't kill my pouch. Yay me.

For lunch at the mall, I had a bowl of soup from Subway and just spooned around the chunks. The carrots were soft enough to mush and then puree in my mouth before swallowing. When I was done, the rest just went in the garbage. Relatively satisfying.

This whole not drinking with a meal thing is playing tricks with my head. Intellectually I know that, especially when I'm drinking soup, I couldn't possibly be thirsty. But the craving for a beverage while eating is so intense, everything turns dry feeling in my throat. It's nuts. I think it's just something I have to get used to. Stupid psychological mindgames going on post op. 

I'm still feeling good. The dermabond glue they slathered over my incisions is getting weaker and weaker, and my scars are pretty tender. Some areas are completely open to the air, and I cringe whenever my shirt rubs up against them.  I'm assuming this is normal. 

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