So, I’m not gonna lie and tell you that I’ve been counting calories while Christmas-ing.  I haven’t been.  But, I have been aware of what I’ve been eating.  At the risk of sounding like a bitter jerk, I’ve been aware of what I’ve been eating my entire waking life.

See how I just negated anything anyone might say about whether or not I’m giving this the “college try?” 

Sorry.  Sometimes, Don Quixote and his windmills get a little too caught up in their reindeer games.

Anyhow, back to the point, though I haven’t been counting calories, I have been using my tools.  The primary tool I was given by the Weight Loss Surgeries was surgical modification to my stomach.  It’s just a little guy.  And, when I don’t drink for 30 minute prior to eating–while eating–or for 30 minutes after eating, I feel full when my little stomach is full.  I just have to allow it to fill itself.

(Fluid flushes food through the little stomach and the feeling of fullness isn’t achieved for quite some time.)

So, while at my Gramma Ruby’s house, I may not have kept track of my calories, but I stopped eating about 1/2 cup of salad and a 1/2 cup of hotdish into the meal.

Success comes in different forms.  I’ll count that as a success.

Now, if I could stop mindlessly munching on M&Ms, I’d be in better shape.

Sigh.