Ezpy started another discussion about the " get out of your meal cheap" after weight loss surgery cards. It seems many of us have similar opinions about this issue - that we're not entitled to getting a break from paying from our meals at a normal price just because we might not be able to eat a normal amount. We just have to get over it, no one is out to get us, shaft us, or give us a hard time. It's such a non-issue, really.
Yesterday, all six of us (you know I said "table for five" because, I haven't registered that we are now six) went out to a late lunch. I have inexpensive on mind when it comes to eating out (especially with kids) and we don't do it often, because if it came down to spending cash on a dinner out and doing something else or buying something, I wouldn't go out to eat, it's a huge waste. My kids nearly always order the same thing - and it's truly not worth the fight to get them to change their menu choices to try something new, in public.
We sit, while the preschooler eats "plain pasta with butter and shredded cheese" at a cost of $5-7 each time, and wastes most of it. Should she get a card for a cheaper kids' meal? Because, certainly, she can't finish the two to three servings of pasta that is served to her as a "child" portion.
You wouldn't think to ever make a big deal about that - because she's got a small stomach capacity, she is entitled to show a card and get a deal on her kids' meal? No, truth is, most of us with kids that don't eat their meals, throw them away well before they hit a doggie bag. They've been picked at, chewed up, pushed around, you don't want that to come home with you, so you suck it up and take a loss. It's the same for us WLS folk. We pick, prod, peel, and inspect our way through a dish, then to announce that we'd like to cheaper because we can't eat it so much as we can play with it.
Should I have gotten a discount on my mozzarella sticks yesterday? Why? Well, because I was served 7-10 sticks. That's too much. I peeled all the batter from three, pulled the chunk of chewy cheap mozzarella out, cut it into manageable bits (that still resembled chewing gum even after many chews) and ate the cheese alone. Had I paid for what I could consume, chances are they'd get $1.
I'm worth a dollar meal. Should I state my case to the restaurant, that I, a Gastric Bypass Patient Deserves To Pay Less - Because I Chose To Butcher My Intestinal Tract To Feel Like poop Most Of My Day! (Actually, come to think of it - any dollar menu item is either just enough to make me nearly not vomit - or a bit too much.)
No - I don't. I don't tell. I don't care. I've given up. Even if I did tell - I get the LOOK.
"Girl, wutchumean you had Your STOMACH stapled? You don't look that fat?!"
Where does that conversation lead? To The Discussion of The Skin .
"Well, well, lookie here, I may not look fat to you, BUT, If you'll just give me a moment of your time, I can show you the 25 ways in which I, Your Former Fat Girl, can prove To You, in the comfort of your own, uh, whatever, That I Have Enough Excess Skin and fat to put your roasted chicken to shame!"
Highly unnecessary dinner table talk. So, suck it up. Deal. Don't tell the entire restaurant your business. Order a really really good appetizer and pick. Order a really good glass of wine, and sip. Sip + pick is the way to go (in my opinion) if you must eat out.
If anything, people will wonder, "Just How Does She Do It?" All the while they're eating their STACK of deep fried onions next to you, weighing 300 plus pounds and GAWKING at YOU the former 320 lb. girl, daintly picking at a bit of cheese. (Just sayin' - it's happened, a lot.)
Ezpy started another discussion about the " get out of your meal cheap" after weight loss surgery cards. It seems many of us have similar opinions about this issue - that we're not entitled to getting a break from paying from our meals at a normal price just because we might not be able to eat a normal amount. We just have to get over it, no one is out to get us, shaft us, or give us a hard time. It's such a non-issue, really.
Yesterday, all six of us (you know I said "table for five" because, I haven't registered that we are now six) went out to a late lunch. I have inexpensive on mind when it comes to eating out (especially with kids) and we don't do it often, because if it came down to spending cash on a dinner out and doing something else or buying something, I wouldn't go out to eat, it's a huge waste. My kids nearly always order the same thing - and it's truly not worth the fight to get them to change their menu choices to try something new, in public.
We sit, while the preschooler eats "plain pasta with butter and shredded cheese" at a cost of $5-7 each time, and wastes most of it. Should she get a card for a cheaper kids' meal? Because, certainly, she can't finish the two to three servings of pasta that is served to her as a "child" portion.
You wouldn't think to ever make a big deal about that - because she's got a small stomach capacity, she is entitled to show a card and get a deal on her kids' meal? No, truth is, most of us with kids that don't eat their meals, throw them away well before they hit a doggie bag. They've been picked at, chewed up, pushed around, you don't want that to come home with you, so you suck it up and take a loss. It's the same for us WLS folk. We pick, prod, peel, and inspect our way through a dish, then to announce that we'd like to cheaper because we can't eat it so much as we can play with it.
Should I have gotten a discount on my mozzarella sticks yesterday? Why? Well, because I was served 7-10 sticks. That's too much. I peeled all the batter from three, pulled the chunk of chewy cheap mozzarella out, cut it into manageable bits (that still resembled chewing gum even after many chews) and ate the cheese alone. Had I paid for what I could consume, chances are they'd get $1.
I'm worth a dollar meal. Should I state my case to the restaurant, that I, a Gastric Bypass Patient Deserves To Pay Less - Because I Chose To Butcher My Intestinal Tract To Feel Like poop Most Of My Day! (Actually, come to think of it - any dollar menu item is either just enough to make me nearly not vomit - or a bit too much.)
No - I don't. I don't tell. I don't care. I've given up. Even if I did tell - I get the LOOK.
Where does that conversation lead? To The Discussion of The Skin .
Highly unnecessary dinner table talk. So, suck it up. Deal. Don't tell the entire restaurant your business. Order a really really good appetizer and pick. Order a really good glass of wine, and sip. Sip + pick is the way to go (in my opinion) if you must eat out.
If anything, people will wonder, "Just How Does She Do It?" All the while they're eating their STACK of deep fried onions next to you, weighing 300 plus pounds and GAWKING at YOU the former 320 lb. girl, daintly picking at a bit of cheese. (Just sayin' - it's happened, a lot.)