Tonight the loving husband and I went out to dinner at a new restaurant that features Mediterranean food. All went well with the hummus and pita bread. I tried a Dolmos - started to feel queasy. I ate half of a Falafel - not so good. I ended up in the Ladies' room, sick to my stomach. It's the first time I actually have lost food. I guess I'll stick to the blander diet the Doctor suggested.
I end up eating ... meat. Lots of meat. I *have* to get in 80 to 90 grams of protein. If I could eat a steak, I'd have no problem. But I have a stomach the size of a banana and can only eat every three hours -- just a couple of ounces at a time.
Good news is that I'm down 29 pounds today. I'll take it.