Do you hate that feeling of being over full after eating?

Not at all. I rarely feel bloated. I just get a nice, full, sedate feeling when I’ve had a enough. After a nap, I usually feel very strong and energetic unless something is wrong. I love food.

I ate an omelet this morning. It was two eggs, with sour cream, bacon, sauteed green onions and bell peppers and cheese. I cooked it in bacon grease and butter. The bloated feeling kind of snuck up on me all of a sudden. I figured I’d be hungrier than that because all I’d had to eat the day before was some crackers and cheese. Guess I wasn’t! Bleh.

I don’t like it, but since I eat lots of fiber and drink lots of water, it doesn’t last very long.

I’m the same as you in that regard, @Dutchess_III, especially if there are things I have to do after I eat.

What annoys me more are accidents that inhibit my meal enjoyment, such as biting my tongue or food going down my trachea.

According to Michio Kaku, who is “merely” a theoretical physicist and not a dietitian, the less calories you consume, the longer you’ll live.

Makes sense to me to a certain extent, @Brian1946.

I’ve gotten pretty good at listening to my body and can’t remember the last time I felt stuffed. I tend to graze more than eat big meals most of the time.

I think women have this problem more than men. A lot of women settle into sedate lifestyles after 35 or so and this is never good for the digestive system. Some also internalize their emotions more than the other sex, I think. Guys don’t seem to have the same frequency of GI problems as women. And the fact that women constantly fuck with their diets throughout their lives can’t be good. That’s been my anectdotal experience as a nurse, anyway.

Some women. I’ve never fucked with my diet.

It’s been 4 hours. I swear I’ll never eat again! I promise, God! Just make it go away!

@Dutchess_III Well, then, that makes you an exception, doesn’t it? Do you really think women don’t continuously fuck with their diets from their teen years on? Whole studies are written about it. Articles and books about how they are victimized by the whole “Barbie” thing in the media and fashion are written about it.

Look at the popularity those diets have in almost every periodical. They wouldn’t print them if there wasn’t a demand out there. Christ, ridiculous diets.

The No Carb diets were the ones I remember most. I was working with women when those hit. They kept complaining of being cold about six hours into the workday, head aches, bad moods. WTF? What did they expect if they cut out the one food that gives almost instantanious and sustained release energy. Idiots. These were nurses, too. But the fear of weight gain kept them at every goddamned diet that came down the pike. God forbid if they ever thought of setting foot in a gym. Then, if you looked in their desk drawers, you’d find a lifetime supply of Doritos. A dozen jelly donuts would start stampede. Their bodies were craving carbs. Gimme a fucking break.

I guess so. I don’t know, really. I was always underweight. Hell, I only weighed 145 when I had my first baby! Food has never really had that much interest for me.
Then I nursed for about 4 years straight. After I quit nursing my youngest I kept eating like I had been for those 4 years, and put on 40 pounds! I changed my eating habits (that’s to say I went back to my pre-nursing eating habits,) lost the weight and never looked back.

Jelly donut sounds good! I think I’ll go get one. I don’t keep that crap in the house.

It depends on the degree and what I ate. A little satiation can feel quite good. Too much and/or certain things can feel quite bad – I particularly don’t like feeling bad in ways that can’t be done anything about, and having over-eaten is one of them.

Yepper, I gotta watch that. But I do SO love to EAT!

No. Caramel donut.

I often get that feeling when I drink too much milk. It is horrible. It’s like you need to use the toilet so much but at the same time don’t want to. Sometimes I even feel like puking.

Strangely enough, I have no problem with other food. My feeling is the same as @Espiritus_Corvus, full and satisfied. Maybe milk just doesn’t like me that much.

@Mimishu1995 You’re not lactose intolerant?

Yes, it guarantees that I will fall asleep and I will end up going to bed really late after that refreshing hour or two nap. Plus it will be followed by indigestion for hours because I fell asleep on a full stomach.

@kritiper I can drink milk fine. It’s just that if I drink too much that is what happens. So I guess I’m lactose intolerant to some degree. Yogurt and cheese can’t escape me though :D

@Mimishu1995 Milk fills me up too. It helps me eat less, actually. I don’t think it’s a question of being lactose intolerant. It is just filling and eating or drinking too much of anything will make you sick.

@Pandora when I was a kid my Mom’s fried chicken left me drowsy and satiated. But that’s about all. Most of the time I just ate whatever food she cooked becasue I was always hungry at dinner time, then asked to be excused ASAP and went back outside.

When I was young I did anything to avoid it. I didn’t want to take one extra bite once I felt full. It was a huge deal for me.

In my teens I learned how to eat more, and it was the beginning of the end. I learned because my boyfriend teased me a little one day. I remember specifically him saying something about the small amount of rice I took to out on my plate. Men can fuck up everything, and girls can be really dumb.

^^It works both ways, Leslie. I worked very hard on my Swedish. I worked on the grammar and even the accent I thought was best. The first dinner date with the woman who was to become my wife, she asked me to please not murder her language so, and asked that we switch to English.

I didn’t speak a word of Swedish to that woman for the next ten years. And that was to my detriment, not hers. If I hadn’t allowed myself to be so damned self conscious by her one remark, I would have had a great teacher, but I didn’t. I allowed that woman, who I was madly in love with and to whom I assigned too much authority, to intimidate me. It was my choice, my fault and to my detriment.

Years later, after we had moved to the US, she asked why we never spoke Swedish in the house when she had heard me speak it proficiently elsewhere, I told her the story of our first date. She didn’t remember a bit of it. She had no idea.

^^So who’s to blame? Us or them?

Ourselves. You either are self-actuated and reasonably assertive, or you are not. Your choice.

^^I had always been pretty sure of myself, and then for some reason relationships can take you down. Lol. I would never do that again. I was a teenager.

I do “blame” people for being sarcastic at the wrong time and just plain ol’ mean. People don’t realize the affect they have on others.

So I’m anything but normal in this sense but this is actually a major problem in my life. It’s a terrible conundrum for me. My blockages probably have nothing to do with what or how much I eat, but because they start out as a stomachache I’m loathe to do anything that gives me a stomachache because it makes me feel like I need to go to the hospital. And for me, eating even just a little bit more than my “normal” quantity will give me a bad stomachache. But my normal quantity clearly isn’t enough, since I’m underweight. Laypeople and even doctors tell me “just eat more” as if that’s the easiest instruction in the world. Worse, they act like I’m so lucky to have this problem: “You get to eat ice cream every night, poor you.”

/rant

People can be such jerks, @Mariah. I’m so sorry.

I’m actually having a hard time eating my sausage and cheese McMuffin right now. Still so full from yesterday, but I’m hungry at the same time.

When I was in my early 20s we went to Minnesota to meet my then-husband’s dad and stepmom. We went to a buffet. I was l finished long before anyone else. His step mom, who was over weight, looked at me and said, “Is that all you’re going to eat?”
I said, “Well, yeah. I’m full.”
She said, quite sarcastically and scathingly, “Of course. That’s why you’re so skinny.” It was clearly an insult.
I was about 5’8” weighed about 120 I guess. I felt just right but apparently it pissed her off.
Others, mostly overweight people, make comments now and again.