By now, you may have noticed that I'm a bit of a rebel. It's not that I refuse to obey any rules; I'm just not real big on arbitrary rules. For instance, I've always loved the combination of certain tastes, like milk and Oreos or a Diet Coke and a perfectly grilled cheeseburger. I wasn't happy when the rules of my new bariatric diet contained a prohibition against eating solid foods and drinking fluids at the same time.
I didn't say so to my surgeon, but I privately made up my mind that it was a silly rule and that I would not be following it.
Flash forward eight months. My weight loss has hit a long, steady plateau. I'm not gaining, but I'm not losing, either.
The day I had my second endoscopy, my surgeon came into the room to talk to me after the procedure and asked me nicely, but bluntly, whether I was combining fluids and solids. I admitted that I was because I had not been able to think of a good reason not to.