I hate eating. There, it bears repeating. Nothing tastes good to me anymore. I am about three and a half months out of gastric bypass, and I just don't like the taste of anything. If it wasn't for my stomach grumbling and aching, I probably wouldn't eat.
I used to like to get things from the pizza shop. Everything I have tried from there -- in small portions, of course -- and it all tastes like slime that sit in the stomach. Mind, I don't get sick. I only get that when I eat too fast or eat too much. That's what surgery does for you. I just don't like the taste of food. It isn't such a fun thing anymore. Nothing tastes good.
I do have some low calorie candies, but even them just make me feel bloated and icky. There is only so much tuna and salmon and chicken and tuna again that I can eat before I go completely bonkers.
The good news is that I've lost almost 100 pounds since last January and 50 pounds since surgery. My hair is falling out, though. That's not fun, but not that noticeable, either. I would do it again in a half of a heartbeat, but I just wish food tasted good again.
Image via WikipediaWell, maybe I don't. The more I am adverse to eating it the better able I am to maintain my loss.
I'm off to watch my beloved Steelers -- and the rest of football that is on today -- and cheer them to victory. Hope everyone is having a great Sunday out in blog land.