I wrote earlier about just how few calories are burned per hour whilst sitting at the computer. At the time, I hoped my body would comprehend the link between the minimal calories burned and the number of calories it seems to demand.
No such luck.
I’ve reached the point where even two “slimming shakes” per day and one dinner that doesn’t make my husband scream still surpass the number of calories I expend in any given day. That’s not likely to change, either, since so much of my time is spent online.
As a result, I’m giving serious thought to begging my doctor for some kind of surgery. Not the traumatic, bariatric kind. I find that too invasive and too risky. But a little rubber band that tells my stomach to stop demanding so much food that, really, I don’t need and won’t burn off?
That’s sounding awfully good to me. Better yet: I’d actually need to gain weight before qualifying.
Actually being able to eat for a few months without stressing over every calorie — just so I could get my weight up to qualify before I could get a surgery to help me lose that weight and then some — sounds kind of like heaven to me.
Chubby Mommy 
