I'm a food addict. If I was not sure about this fact before, it is now blatantly obvious.
21 months without bread. Without pasta. I stopped missing it. Or I thought I had. But oh man, did I find out I was wrong!
So as soon as I got my band unfilled yesterday, I had that chick-fil-@ chicken, egg, and cheese biscuit. It could've been worse. 560 calories for breakfast after not eating for 5 days isn't the WORST thing a person could do. I justified it by telling myself that at least it had 28 grams of protein.
I left work early because I can be more productive from home. Stopped at cookout on my way home.... Barbeque sandwich with onion rings and hushpuppies. What the hell, let's throw in a peanut butter banana milkshake for kicks.
I wasn't really hungry by night time, so I'd decided I probably wasn't going to eat dinner. But around 7:00, 4D offered to make me dinner. He's been boasting about his cooking skills, so of course I couldn't turn that down. It was the most perfect combination of pasta, sun dried tomatoes, and cream sauce... sweet, spicy, and heavy garlic all in one. It was one of the best meals I have had in the longest time, and I have plans to get him to make me a homemade pizza before I get this band tightened up again next week.
I waited until today to total all those calories up.
And I don't even regret one of them. There's a part of me that thinks I SHOULD, but I don't. That's the bad part about it. I want to go do it all again today. Live it up a little for the 9 days I have "off" of the band. If I get revision, I'll never have time "off" again. I know this is the wrong way to look at it, but I'm loving every second.