Necessary Mutilation

Went out to dinner (again!), this time with only my husband and my best friend Debbie, all 100 pounds of her.  I had told her on the phone this morning of my intentions, and she seemed to understand and was very supportive.  She even agreed to go with me to Monday’s doctor appointment after I expressed my high degree of anxiety and angst with this.

At dinner, the three of us talked at great length about various aspects of the surgery and the concept of changes in general.  I watched more carefully as Debbie ordered a meal, rivaling the size of mine (beef souvlaki), yet ate sparingly and pushed away the rest.  While I was busy taking extra slices of French bread from the shared basket, she seemed content sipping her coffee and leaving enough food for another meal for the waitress to pack up.  I can’t help but wonder if this may be me someday - having a normal relationship with food to the degree that I can unthinkingly stop when full, leave items behind, and not feel compelled to finish every slice of bread in the basket just because it’s there.  What a concept!