A funny thing happened on the way to San Diego..

Well, it really wasn't funny--that just sounded like a good title.  On the way to San Diego the night before the 3day walk, my teammate and I went to Inn-N-Out for dinner.  Sounds simple enough right?  Well, she doesn't know I am banded.  I had a strategy though, protein style burger, eat a couple of fries, no drink...should go well.  Well, in the middle of eating she asked why I was taking such tiny bites of my food?  She also commented that she noticed I had lost some weight and "what was I doing to lose it?"  I gave her my new answer that I am a food addict (which is true) and I am working on paying attention to EVERY SINGLE BITE I put in my mouth.  Eating more protein, less carbs, chewing 25 times so I slow down my eating, etc.  All true. 

Well, I ate about 2/3 of my burger and 4 french fries.  I don't know if it was the fries or if I ate too much because I was so self conscious I wasn't checking my "fullness" level....I am still new at this.  Anyhoo, I could tell something wasn't sitting right.  Uh oh!  I thought, "Please don't let me barf right here!"  Unfortunately, I started sliming and painful hiccupping along with burps.  Oh man...things were not looking good. 

We hopped back on the freeway and I was concentrating with all my might on trying to keep the food down and not crashing.  I ended up having to pull over on the shoulder to throw up.  Fun times.  I explained it was probably because I hadn't had fast food in months....she accepted that.  The WHOLE rest of the weekend I was so focused on what I ate and how big of bites I took so as NOT to repeat that performance.  Makes me wonder why I am keeping my band as this big secret?