Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving. The day of eating until you can't sit down or breathe.  Oh and of course being thankful for this and that and the other. For a food addict however it is a day of uncomfortableness.  It's gluttony at its finest or disgustingness really.  Prior to having the surgery I was seriously worried about all of the food on the holidays.  I grieved long ago about all of the food I wouldn't be able to eat.  I thought I'm seriously having this surgery and will immediately be facing Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  I was genuinely scared.  I made it through Halloween and the days after eating a tootsie roll here and there.  I thought I would want every Reese's I saw but I didn't.  I thought it would be hard not to raid the candy bag but again it wasnt.  I have been asked multiple times how I was going to handle Thanksgiving. I've been asked how I would feel cooking all the food and not being able to eat it.  So here I am on Thanksgiving typing up my blog at 4:56 p.m. and I'm content.  Very content.  I've ate everything I've made for the most part (no rolls or bread) just a bite here and there.  I haven't felt famished or deprived.  I've felt thankful for the tool gastric bypass has become for me.  I've felt thankful that I don't have the mentality that I need to clean my plate anymore. I am thankful I can eat a bite of something and feel satisfied. As far as cooking...I love to cook.  Cooking is a stress relief for me.  This surgery hasn't changed that.  I love to watch my family enjoy the food I make.  On this Thanksgiving Day I weigh 195 pounds.  I have lost 43.6 pounds.  My BMI has went from 46.6 to 38.1.  I'm making a new life and am loving it.

Our Thanksgiving spread.

My leftovers. I ate a piece of turkey, 2 cubes of sweet potatoes, 2 green beans, 2 bites of potatoes, and a bite of stuffing.