The other day I was eating dinner with my fiance and I'm looking down at my plate thinking "Wow this is way too much food! Should I be eating so much?" Meanwhile it was about 3-4 ounces of chicken and 2 tablespoons of macaroni. To my post banded brain, it looked like a thanksgiving feast. Then of course I look over at my fiance's plate and actually felt slightly nauseous...I used to be able to eat that much, and it's hard for me to believe. I actually asked him if it looked like I was eating a lot and he gave me a look like I'd lost my mind.

It's interesting to me how having the band has kind of "reset" my idea of what a portion is. I think that's an important battle to win in my weight loss journey. I hated all the diets I was on because I felt deprived, that I wasn't getting enough food and I felt the loss. I wanted to eat until I couldn't possibly fit one more bite in my stomach...now that would cause me unbearable pain and damage to the band. It's kind of like learning to eat all over again, and although it was a struggle physically and emotionally at first, it's really been a wonderful thing for me. Soon my fiance will have a band too and we'll both think "Ugh, I can't believe I used to eat so much!"