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Monday, November 9, 2015

Monday 9 November 2015......it's night.

I have been thinking that I need to mention a subject that is very important for everyone. We don't think about it unless we have to. Food and eating. 
Like most anyone I like to eat. I don't eat like I did before my stroke. If things weren't so hard for me to eat I would be a butterball. Eating is a lot more difficult than it once was. I don't eat just because something is there. Snacking is just as difficult as an actual meal. I will just have the meal. We have so much eating that is just incidental. Everything I do has to be very thought out. 
I tried to eat while I had a comedy show on. I ended up laughing so much that I almost choked. I had to turn off the show while I was eating. Conversations while I am eating are bad. Laughing is horrible. In many ways I hate how hard it is to eat. 
Sitting at a table and eating not a problem. Being anywhere else and eating is very hard. If I go to a fast food place I take the food home or stay there to eat if I can. Eating on the go is almost a futile effort. 
One thing that I have had to learn is to have one plate of food and stop eating. I don't feel full. One day I ate a whole deep dish pizza by myself. I was trying to see if I would feel full. It didn't happen. One night I went to a Brazilian restaurant with my mom and her husband. They finally had to say they were ready to go. When we got home and I was getting ready for bed my stomach hurt because it had so much food in it. I still didn't feel "full". The skin on my abdomen was stretching and that was no fun. 
One thing about me is I am a box of surprises and I'm always learning something new about myself. I don't recommend it. 
Last thing I will say right now. I do my best to talk calmly and as normal as possible. I usually end up screaming. Then because I end up screaming. I feel really bad and end up bawling. My recommendation is don't have a stroke. 

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