I have always loved food - every aspect of it. Not meaning to blow my own trumpet, but I am a great cook and fantastic baker. I love to bake for family, friends, neighbours etc. I have baked birthday cakes for years, catered weddings and other events, etc. But something in me has changed already (and that's pre-op). On the rare occasion that I go shopping I usually come back with all sorts of 'goodies' things that my husband doesn't buy as they aren't in his shopping budget (he likes to stick to budgets lol). But today, I went with him and I came back with 4 small low fat yoghurts, a pack of philly extra light, some very small plates that will be for my meals from now and spent the rest on things for the house, some small oven dishes, to make smaller portions of everything (instead of the massive ones we have now). I think it is mainly a psychological thing, in that we think about the difference in the amounts we eat now as opposed to how much we will be able to eat afterwards. We think that we need to eat large amounts at these social events in order to enjoy ourselves - but we don't. Surely the pleasure comes from being with our family and friends at these places. There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to nibble on bits - just don't go home afterwards and eat something else. It is scary.
For me it seems very similar to when my hubby had the 'snip' (sorry lol). There was absolutely no way on this earth that I ever, EVER wanted another child. But the thought of that being made a permanent thing, was very scary - I felt as though I was going to be deprived of my ability to choose. For a couple of months all I could think of was that we would never have another child. But once logic slipped in - I realised that I didn't want one, and that the op was the way ahead, I became settled and understood that it was the idea of the permanence that was scary. I do hope that makes sense. lol.