Yesterday was my 6 week post op doctors visit. Everything went great and the doctor was so happy for my weight loss, when I saw my dietician she put me on a regular food diet, no more pureed. So to celebrate my husband, my cousin and myself made a stop at Applebees on our way back home from Memphis to Mississippi. Well this being my first resturant visit since surgery I made my first mistake when I ordered something to drink. You can't drink now my husband reminded me, REMEMBER the 30 minutes after and 30 minutes before rule? Ok so old habits are hard to break but no big deal. Looking at the menue they now have a weight watchers menue but I couldn't find something I could have off that menue cause they mostly have pasta in them which is a NO NO after GBS. Chicken breast even pureed seemed to sit heavy on my stomoch so I kept looking, the grilled salmon looked good but was way to pricy knowing I could only eat a few bits. Looking at the burger menue they had a yummy picture of a new item called a questadea burger so I ordered that with a baked potato instead of the fries of course. When it come it looked and smelled better in person. I asked for a togo box and put all but one small portion of the burger and only a forth of the potato in the togo box before I started to eat. The first small bite was heaven, I chewed good and ate very slowly wishing I had eaten one of these pre op so I could have wolfed it down with gusto and enjoyed it to the fullest. With the second bite I began to notice gas forming in my tummy. By the 3rd bite I knew things were not setting well deep inside. Taking the sandwich apart I ate the final bits of ground beef leaving the bread, salad and sauce on the plate. Everything was in slow motion for me and everybody else had finished their full meals before I could eat my few bites. Gas pains and bubbles filled my stomoch. Perhaps it was the fried tortia shell, or the mexican cauce or maybe even the salad, but all I know is I thank God for nature and burps. I know its rude to burp in public but when you are in distress you dont really care about nicities. After about 30 minutes of BURPPPPS I was good as new and on our stop at Wallmarts I was able to push my buggy in search of high protein that would NOT give me gas. Well I tossed that togo box never to lay eyes on that beautiful burger again.
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