My Breakup With Food

I’m breaking up with food, everyone.  I can’t do it anymore.  The seductive call of a slice of pizza (or two, or three), the temptation of the plate of cookies at work, the need to snack while watching t.v. or reading.  It’s way past time for this relationship to be over.

But seriously, after my gastric sleeve surgery, my relationship with food has drastically changed.  If I’m being perfectly honest, there’s no enjoyment in eating anymore.  On one hand, that’s a good thing.  That was the point of the surgery; to break my addiction to food.  Like I tell myself anytime temptation rears its ugly head, I’ve had enough cake, soda, and deep fried everything to last me a lifetime.  There’s absolutely no need to continue eating the way I was eating.  This whole process has forced me to look at food completely differently.  As fuel and not comfort.  As a necessity and not a luxury.

Going out to eat was and is especially difficult.  The first time a friend asked me out to breakfast after my surgery, my immediate response was no.  I couldn’t imagine sitting at the table, opening a menu of food I couldn’t eat, and enjoying myself.  Add on to that the fact that I’d be done with my meal after two bites.  In the end it turned out okay, but I’m still wary of going to restaurants and eating out in general.  It’s only been 3 months since my surgery, so I know it’ll get easier as the months go by.

The hardest part about this breakup?  I can’t bake anymore, which was something I enjoyed immensely.  My little side cupcake business is on hiatus until I can figure out what to do and how to move forward.  The things that I used to enjoy, coming home and making a meal, baking cupcakes for coworkers, and just sitting down to a meal in general have all gone away.

I  don’t want this to be a sad post though..because it’s not.  After every breakup, there’s the denial, maybe some backslide, but you realize that everything happens for a reason and that you’re better off without the person, so I’m going to go into the future knowing that this is the best thing for me.  That my reasons for going through this whole process outweigh the momentary contentment of a plate of pasta.  But damn pasta, why do you have to look so good??


(header photo credit: Brooke Lark)




Get Used To Eating Cold Food

That’s what they don’t tell you.  And by “they” I mean the secret society that’s supposed to come out of the woodwork and keep me informed when I’m making major life decisions.

The whole time I was going through the gastric sleeve process, the doctors and the nutritionists drilled it into my head that I have to take 20 minutes to eat my food so that I become overly aware of how much I’m consuming as well as giving my body enough time to tell me when it’s full.  What they neglected to tell me is that in those 20 minutes, each bite I take will get colder and colder.  Especially when I had the bright idea to have surgery during the height of winter.

So I’m telling you now!  You will eat slowly.  And your food will get cold.

I’m sure it won’t be too bad in the spring and summer when I can throw together a quick smoothie or salad, but during the winter it’s definitely been rough.  Especially when you’re sitting down to a screaming, piping hot bowl of soup only to sip a spoonful of tepid broth.  Not fun!  And extremely discouraging.

The solution?  I highly suggest getting a warming plate.  My mom bought me two (one for work and one for home) and I have to say that I didn’t know if I’d use them, but I really do.  Also, it doesn’t heat up the food, but does maintain the temperature of my already hot food.

This ends my public service announcement.  Seriously though, cold food sucks!




(header photo credit:  Jorge Gonzalez)