Something that I’ve been able to do since my original DS (July 2, 2002) is drink with my meals. I’d have a few nibbles of food, then a few sips of something to drink, then go on my merry way.
I must confess – food has not been that easy this time out.
About a week ago I had a nagging thought in the back of my brain. It would reoccur about the time I was suffering that horrible “one bite too many” sensation that we DS’ers sometimes experience… Only I was CERTAIN I’d not had one bite too many… I know my new tummy is tiny – I have more restriction now than I EVER had.
Then it hit me – kinda like a ton of bricks… (well, mostly because my husband has been whispering this in my ear over and over again and I just blatantly refused to believe it could be true!).
I can’t drink with meals any more.
I like drinking with my meals. It’s not like I want a gin on the rocks or anything! I want iced tea, for heaven’s sake!
But there just ain’t enough room at a meal for both food and drink. I gotta choose. That’s a hard choice.
Consequently…. I’m facing a bit of a learning curve here – and it’s hard. I admit it. All of you wonderful people I’ve lashed with a wet noodle for not doing a better job with hydration may now mock me – I give you permission. I concede – it’s hard! It’s really hard!
I’m trying really hard not to sound like a total whiner – but I am, huh?!
Okay – so just so we all know and are on the same page – I did WAY better today than I did yesterday. I did an easy 70 oz today. And I’m gonna work hard to keep up the hard work.
Now all I gotta do is remember to eat!