OUCH!

So do you want to know about the stupid thing I did last week? I went out to an all you can eat Japanese place for lunch. Now...I know a lot of you have trouble with sushi. I do not. I went to this place with a girlfriend who doesn't know about my band, and we're not super close, so I didn't want to come out and tell her, especially since she saw me (she hasn't seen me in MONTHS) and she didn't say word one about how hot I look. Whaaaat??? I KNOW!

So we sit down, and she starts ordering off the little order form thingie. This particular place does not have a bento box option, and they also make you pay for any pieces you don't eat! Cheeky!! And I'm looking at what she's writing down, but I'm just not saying anything, and I'm ordering one of this and one of that. And then it comes to the table. SO MUCH EFFING SUSHI! So I'm eating...and as I may have mentioned, I can eat at the pace of a normal person. I can toss a whole piece of sushi in my mouth, chew and swallow and if, say Jenny was sitting beside me, she would be shrieking in disbelief that I could do it, but I can. And I did. Over and over. And I knew I was full. And I knew there was a lot of rice in there, and that would only expand and make me FULLER. But I was stressed out about getting charged for leftovers! I know I know, but I'm broke and I was also raised not to be a waster.

Finally, I had to come clean. I had to tell her. But it was too late...damage done. I have not experienced anything like this in my journey so far. It was painful. But I didn't throw up. Didn't slime. Nothing. I knew I was stuffed to the gills (ha! pun!) but it just stayed in there...hurting. So basically, the rest of the day was filled with pain and me being absolutely CERTAIN that I'd stretched my pouch, or exploded the band off completely with my gluttony (which wasn't actually gluttony...it was more secrecy...but at the end of the day, my tummy doesn't give a crap). I didn't eat anything else for the rest of the day. In fact, I figured that was it for me and eating forever. However, shockingly, I'm back in the saddle.

So, I think where I'm going with this is that I'm some sort of freak of nature. I was talking to Jenny about it last night, and I realize that while my band isn't super tight, it is definitely doing its job of controlling my hunger. I am rarely if ever hungry. It does NOT do a great job of stopping me from eating larger portions than I'm supposed to. So that, for me, has to be about slowing down and using willpower. Today I was going to do an experiment where I didn't eat until I was actually stomach growly hungry. But then I forgot about it and I ate lunch. So tomorrow, if I remember, I'm going to do that. ONLY eat when my stomach is growling. Wonder how that's going to go! I'm on the edge of my sturdily built seat!