Sometimes I forget I had weight loss surgery and then something happens that brings it right back and smacks me in the forehead.This morning while making breakfast I think wouldn't some poached eggs be good. Perfect for a girl that is sliding back into eating bread. Eggs on bread, almost hiding under the eggs so no one will see them. Perfect!
I get them cooking and toast up some whole wheat bread. I even decide to use real butter-What the hell.
I am assembling this beauty of a breakfast with tons of salt and pepper and I plop down with a delicious plate to watch some Sponge Bob. I know 1st bad sign.
I am cutting them up and I see it. The smallest smidge of clear runniness and I think, No biggy.
Then I start to eat and I can't get past the texture of them and the thought of runny egg.
Done.
Trash.
Ruined.
Ever since I had this damn surgery this can happen to me with eggs. I used to love them. Give me an egg sandwich for any meal. Now no way. The nutritionists push eggs as a pefect food because they are soft and can be eaten from almost day 1.
Not in this house. I can do Eggie bites or some egg salad but otherwise they all go to the kids with ketchup(UGH!)
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