The Pouch (aka my little tummy) Rules

Today I had a strong reminder that my little tummy rules. Why would I think I can eat like I did pre-surgery? You would think after 27 months that I would know better.:) But no, I decide I should have a bagel for a mid-afternoon snack. One of my co-workers brought in bagels today, so when I hit my mid-afternoon slump my mind wandered over to bagel-land. I went to check to see if there were any bagels left, and to my delight (or so I thought) there were. So, I had my bagel. Shortly after I exercised the common sense not to finish the whole thing I get hit like a ton of bricks in the middle of my chest. It sucks, and I wonder why I don't learn from past mistakes. Thankfully, I don't do that very often.

The upside is that there is a forced control on my eating. It is good to know that it is there and working for me. Thankfully, I don't push the envelope often because it is a horrible feeling.