I know it is late, but it wouldn't be me if it wasn't!
I hope you all had a great Father's Day weekend...I certainly did! I ate. And then I ate some more. Oh yeah, and then a little more! I ate myself sick. Not physically, but pretty close to it. Now remember, I can only eat 4 oz at a time, but boy did I....about 5 times!!! We had such incredible food and, silly me, I made brownies (which I believe I ate about 1 lb of) and even though I put everything away so it wouldn't be calling to me, I grazed like the purple cow on my previous post.
I weighed myself the next morning to see the damage and discovered I lost .7 lbs. Huh?? I know about "shocking your body" and all that, but wow. NOT going to be regular practice!!
Since being able to eat all types of food now I have been experimenting. Can I eat steak? Can I eat chicken? Can I eat 1 lb of brownies? Yup, yup and yup. So far I have no limitations. I chew like crazy, but I can eat it. Having said that, since the scale hasn't moved since Monday, I busted my butt at the gym on Monday and again today because since I am a scale stalker, I need to see results.
Speaking of eating whatever I want, I did have my first stuck episode on Sunday, however. Not to the point where I had a PB (productive burp) but oh.my.gosh did it hurt. You know when you eat something too fast and it is like it gets stuck in your esophagus? That would be the exact feeling. I ate a chunk of chicken waaaaayyyyyy too quickly and thought I was going to die. Plus, you can't drink while eating so I had to sit there with this evil piece of poultry clinging on for dear life for 20 minutes or so while acting like nothing was wrong for our company. Lesson learned.