They Get Used to It

I remember in the beginning being so frustrated by eating out.  Waiters are drug pushers with aprons and I always felt so harassed.  NO, I don't want anything to drink and NO, I don't want anything but the soup.  And YES, everything is fine even though I am not scarfing down the food you placed in front of me.  I had asked my surgeon about how he dealt with it, and he had very bluntly told me, "Tell them to go F*&K themselves."  He also said that you get over it - and your favorite restaurants get used to it.

You know what.... it's true.  I don't give a damn about what someone has to say about what I eat or don't eat.  I don't care if the server thinks I have lost my mind because I don't even want the stupid free glass of water.  I don't care.  AND, it's true - at my favorite restaurants, they get me by now.  They know the deal.  I don't want the fluff, I don't want the starch, don't put bread on my table.  And DON'T ASK ME IF EVERYTHING IS OKAY ;)

The other thing I have silently noticed is that my husband has finally, after a year, figured this thing out.  He doesn't put pasta on my plate anymore and he doesn't shop for 4 anymore.  He knows that if I am going to have a drink with him, it is not at dinner time.  He has adapted (but don't let him read this).  This is just who I am now and what seemed like a shock and a battle in the beginning, is now just the way I live my life.