I just tried to eat one whole scrambled egg and had to stop half way through. That's called "restriction" and it is what keeps people with sleeves from eating any more than a few morsels. It is not a new feeling. I've been experiencing it in varying degrees since Wednesday. Eat more than that signal allows, and spend an hour burping and feeling generally uncomfortable so the learn-as-you-go method really does work.
My scale tells me that it is happy with the weight I am at. That my body does not want to weigh less, despite the lack of food and the tiny number of calories. I can't do anything more to make that change.
I must remember what I learned in my preparation for surgery. One of the big things that I did not want to, but did, hear is that there are no guarantees. Some bodies just don't respond to this whole thing. I've stopped reading blogs from people who had surgery on my same day. They're cruising along, dropping pounds like flies. It makes me sad and angry so I just don't do it any more.
God gives us tools for our lives. He works in strange ways. I've always been very tolerant of the needs of people with special diets and of course, with people who have distorted body images. I don't think I needed a lesson in how to acquire any new virtues therein. But, maybe He has other plans for me. Maybe He wants me to be even more aware of the hell my son goes through with his Celiac Disease. Maybe he wants me to learn to accept my fate and to be there for someone else who finds the same thing in his or her life. I honestly don't know.
For now, all I can do is wait for the message. I gave it my best, absolute, best, try. I really, really did.
I just don't want to be told to drink more water. Please do not do that. I drink so much and have no idea of where it goes. Some things are just meant to be mysteries. I'll accept that.