Never say Never!!!!

Never say never, cause as soon as you say it, you'll be "pouched slapped with a cinnamon bun"!!!

OK, here's my thought on this. I've seen a lot of post this last week on the pros and cons of the "protein bar"! Who knows whether it's good for them or not! By no means am I a Doctor, nor do I pretend to be one on TV. I'm just Ole average Joe, or Scott if you must! I'm you, whether you want to believe it or throw it out the window! I put on my pants one leg at a time. I am not an expert on any subject, but I believe I have done my homework, and I know what's right for me!!!

But these protein bar posts have got me thinking about me!

All right, back to the subject at hand....Never say never! When I had my surgery, I just knew that I was gonna lose weight, and I would never eat anything that was not good for me. I feel as if I have been pretty successful at accomplishing half of that. I have lost weight, that's a truth. I have gone from 365 pounds at my heaviest, down to a low of 189 pounds! So, YEAH for me!

But here comes the "never" part. Since RNY, I have eaten the some of the same things that got me in trouble:

"I'll never eat a candy bar again, cause it will make me dump, and I surely don't want that to happen".

"I'll never have that urge to get a bowl of ice cream in the middle of the night, because I've had surgery".

"I'll never overeat, because my pouch is only the size of my thumb".

Do any of these statements sound like you, or sound like something you've said? Welcome to my world. I have found out recently that sugar does not make me dump. How scary is that? The one mechanism that sent me in the direction of RNY, seems to be broken. Now, I'm sure that if I pushed it enough, I could eat enough crap that I would get sick, and end up in the dumper. But I have not pushed the limits of my pouch!

Now, I'm not looking for anyone to don their Sister Mary Teresa nun outfit and slap me with a ruler, but here comes the confession! This last Sunday, I weighed in at 201 pounds! Let's talk panic mode. Can we say "OH SH*%**&##*#"!!!!! Now, that's not bad for my height, but it was scary. Oh no, my pouch is broken!!!!!

No, it is not broken!

It is not stretched!

I am not a failure!

And neither are you!

Let's just say the nevers caught up with me. When I looked at what I have been eating, it was the nevers creeping back into my life. The occasional candy bar, the late night snack, the overeating at dinner because it tasted good. Simply put, it was the nevers! I shared with a friend my confession. Her comment was, “You know what to do”. So, I got right back up on that horse and started riding. I focused on what I was eating. I journaled my food intake. I have not drank before, during, or right after my meal. I have focused on protein first, then anything else. The one comment that my friend did leave me with, that caused me to laugh is this…”I don’t think Mother Teresa would worry about what you’ve been eating. Heck, she even had a cinnamon bun with her image on it!”

Be careful of what’s going on with your body. Be aware, be smart, and be mindful of what you are eating or drinking!

This brings me back to my opening statement… Never say never, cause as soon as you say it, you'll be "pouched slapped with a cinnamon bun"!!!