I went to Niagara Falls with my mom over Memorial Day weekend. While we were in Canada we made plans to meet my Uncle Ralph and his wife Sandra near Toronto. He was going to take us all to a restaurant where he usually entertains clients. Before the trip we talked on the phone and my uncle was raving about the food. We were so excited to catch up over dinner. He rushed me off the phone so that he could call the restaurant, Casa Mia, to make our reservation. He called me back a few minutes later.
Uncle Ralph: I'm so sorry. I hadn't thought about your surgery. What can you eat?
Me: Don't worry. The only things I can't eat right now are rice and coconut.
Uncle Ralph: Wow, I thought you'd have a lot of restrictions!
I thought so too. So many people are misinformed about surgical weight loss. Attending a seminar is imperative. Most people who'll offer you warnings or advice are operating on second or third hand information at best. Even though I'd done lots of research, before the learning the truth about life after gastric bypass surgery, part of me mourned the social side of food. Gathering around the dinner table with family and friends is one of my favorite things to do. How would I handle girls night out or the next family reunion? Would I just sit there longing for my cousin Rose's cabbage? Getting the facts at a seminar where I could ask questions made a big difference. I wouldn't become some sort of food hermit! I'd mainly be eating much smaller portions. I think they should call it surgical portion control instead of surgical weight loss.
With the help of Lynn, the dietician for Catawba Valley Medical Center's surgical weight loss program, I've learned healthier ways to to enjoy a night on the town. I'm an awfully cheap date these days. No more wine by the bottle. Lynn says I can have a glass, but my new tiny tummy can't handle much of it. No more appetizers for me. A little bit of that shrimp cocktail and I've got no room for my meal. In fact, I always wind up getting food boxed up to take home no matter what I order. Looking back, I kind of feel bad for the folks who bought me dinners before Dr. Cox gave me a tiny new tummy. My bigger tummy could run up a big bill!