Blog 67423

dirttrackdiva · July 10, 2009

OK, so I'm sure you all are wondering what this is about.

Well, mine and my husbands wedding anniversary was the first of this month and my father in law wanted to take us to dinner. So the boys picked IHOP, which is fine. I can eat eggs and actually called the doc and they said I could eat pancakes since I'm three weeks out as long I didn't put syrup on them or used sugar free. Well, I haven't eaten pancakes since I've been banded so I didn't think that would be a good idea. Don't want to eat something I haven't yet and find out, in public no less, that it was a bad idea. Quite embarrassing I can imagine, my aversion to vomit aside.

So I order an omelet cuz I know I can eat those. Had one at home the other day, thought it would be a safe bet. They bring me this omelet the size of a PLATTER! This monstrous omelet also came with three pancakes, and hashbrowns. This thing was huge! And so I did what we're supposed to do, when I ordered I asked the waitress to bring me a to go box with my meal. Upon getting the box I immediately dumped half the omelet, half the hashbrowns and all of the pancakes in the box.

I ate about 1/4 of the gigantic omelet I received, maybe not even that. I have a food a scale here at home to make sure I'm eating the right size portions (after my meltdown a few blogs ago, I went straight out and bought one, no more eating more than 1/2 cup for me by golly). I told my hubby on the way home I was going to weigh this thing on the food scale to see what it weighed.

Moral of the story.......I get my to go box home with 3/4 of a gigantic omelet, a very healthy helping of hashbrowns and three pancakes and set that baby on the food scale. TWO POUNDS OF FOOD! Even after what I ate being absent of course.

Scary thing is, before surgery I could have eaten all that and not batted an eye. No wonder I'm so fat. Wow, what a day, what a moment.

As a side note, my dog didn't poop on the floor by the door (she does that when she's mad at us....lol) so she got one of the pancakes. And now the beagle thinks thinks I'm a God.

Have a great day my bandster family.