I think my restriction is at that not-so-sweet spot where things threaten to get stuck, but you don't have prolonged satisfaction. Yep - I about got stuck on a hard-boiled egg this morning, and it scared the jeepers out of me. I did NOT want to be stuck at work! It was my fault - I was gulping it down before a teleconference, and the last bite was big and went down hard. All of a sudden, I had that horrible feeling right in the middle of my chest. I pounded on my chest like that famous gorilla that invaded New York - what's his name? Why is my mind going blank? Anyhow, thank goodness none of my coworkers were walking by at that very moment, as I am sure I would have had some explaining to do.
In the garbage went the other egg. I was too scared to even nibble on it. And I was still hungry. Boohoo. Thank goodness, it's almost lunch time.
So that's my not-so-sweet spot. All the no-fun parts of restriction with none of the benefits. BUT I also know this means real restriction has to be hiding right around the corner, and I'm hoping I find it next Tuesday at my third fill. Just for the record, in case you haven't kept notes on all my fills (but you should!), I have a 14cc band and have had two fills for a total of 7.5cc (6cc on the first, 1.5cc on the second).