I would like to take this opportunity to announce that I am officially out of my size 16 pants!!!!
For a while there it looked liked I was going to have to go up to a size 18 but when ifelldownthestairsandbrokemyleg and ended up in the hospital I turned a corner.
Eating hospital/institutional food will do that to a person.
Plus I have trained myself to stop when I feel full. Or rather when I feel the first signs of nausea. Not that I was eating until I got sick but rather at the first hint of the feeling "I don't want any more of this" I push the plate or put the cookie/candybar/cupcake down.
Susanna and I had a discussion months ago about how we have been programmed from the time we were little to "finish what is on your plate". Especially when we go to a restaurant. Honestly, I feel that the waiter/waitress is judging me if I leave food on my plate, which is just plain stupid.
Should I really care what a perfect stranger thinks of my eating habits?
Now on the rare occasion when I do go out to eat, I just ask for a doggie bag and tell the waitress that if I eat all of my dinner then I won't have room for dessert and I really want that cake/ice cream/pie etc.
My size 14 pants thank me for bringing them back into circulation.
Just imagine what size I could wear if I exercised!?!?!