I cooked a big traditional Thanksgiving and had a house full of guests. I was able to stick with Greek yogurt and a protein shake all day leading up to the big feast. Then I ate Thanksgiving dinner with everyone else. Except, instead of loading my plate, I had about a teaspoon full of everything. I ate the turkey first, to fill my tummy sleeve with protein. I tasted everything, and it was divine. I didn't feel cheated or deprived at all. I was stuffed, just like every other Thanksgiving in history.
I felt great and got lots of compliments in the meal as well as how I looked. My little brother was here, and hasn't seen me since before my surgery. He was blown away by how skinny I am. Now mind you, I am in no way skinny. However, in comparison to how I looked four months ago, I'm a twig.
It felt amazing to not feel disgusted after Thanksgiving for all of the food I'd pigged out in and how much weight I'd gained.
In other victories...
The whole family was getting ready to go downtown to watch the Christmas lights parade last night, and I was upset because all of my jackets were huge on me. Nothing I own fits me. I started rifling thru the hall closet looking for things I haven't worn in ages, but haven't parted with. I pulled out this great Eddie Bauer winter coat, that I haven't fit into since roughly 1994 (size medium) and slipped it right on. I almost fainted. I wore it with pride last night.
