Once upon a time (seriously) I ate 2 double cheeseburgers while working 12 hours at a movie theatre. I was alternating between: trashing theaters (lingo for cleaning up after a movie was over), ticket checking, kicking people out, running up 32 stairs to thread-up the movie (lingo for getting the projectors ready), run down 32 stairs and back into concession to be a runner (lingo for doing the extra jobs for all the registers to make the line go faster). I looooved it. I didn't work 12 hours everyday, but when I was assistant manager in college- I did that quite frequently. I loooved it. I ate something that would last a while.
Then, I graduated, got married, and got a job as a sign language interpreter. Not quite the running that I used to do, instead it was driving from place to place and I understood that 2 double cheeseburgers once a day was not the way to go. So, I didn't.
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Then one New Years Eve, in 2007 we were at a friend's house and we were having a fun time eating, socializing, and playing the Wii. The next morning- Happy 2008: I'm sick. My stomach feels horrible, but after about a day, I'm back to normal.
2008 New Years Eve repeats. Happy 2009: I'm sick. A few months later we went to a friends house for a kids play-date/lunch. She had tons of goodies that I couldn't resist. So, I didn't! That night, I was sick- AGAIN.

This little piggy went to the market, bought a crescent wrap and went "weee wee wee" all the way through my digestive system. I finally made the connection. Okay, got it. No lil' smokies. No Pigs In a Blanket. None. Check.
Then, New Years 2010 starts approaching. No lil' smokies- got it! Buuut, I got sick BEFORE New Years. Happy New Years Eve 2009, and happy, "loose stools" along with my upset stomach. No party for me, but at least I felt better the next day, to start out 2010 healthy instead of sick- like the past 2 years.
Then, a couple weeks later, I suffered from the same nursery rhyme without having eatin any lil' smokies....strange. Then, at the end of January, I was starting to feel better. We thought it'd be fun to grab a bite out to eat cause we hardly do. Sonic was the destination.
No tots, no cheese, just a wrinkly jr. burger. I ate it. What else was I going to do? Not eat it is what I should have done. I still had a case of the 'lil' piggies' but was on the curly tail end of it. This- did not help. My stomach was a rock. In a few hours I could barely move. I had a more intense case of "loose stool" and was in pain. Then I was on the bathroom floor in pain- not moving. I felt like I did the night we went to the hospital and 4 hours later had a baby. But worse, there was no baby.
We decided to go the ER- they did some tests, but said it was a virus and sent me home with instructions to do a followup with my Dr....Great- I already had my yearly appointment scheduled for that Monday. My mom sent me with a family tree of how many people in our family were without gallbladders.
My mom, my grandma, my aunts, my great grandma, my great..great...you get the point. My genes were not helping any more than the Jr.Burger was.
After an ultrasound and HIDA scan- the conclusion was that my gallbladder wasn't bad enough yet to take out. But to try to regulate it with diet. My response: we don't eat that bad! I mean seriously, we make most our food at home, we eat out like hardly ever- where is all the fat coming from that was stressing it out?! Their response: it's just bad genes.
In conclusion:
The more I read about it, and asked questions, I realized that everyone has their gallbladder out these days. Our diet is so awful that we destroy it. But wait- mine's not THAT bad yet. Still functioning about 7% above the average removal functioning of 30%. Great, right? Well, for me, yes. I am not one of the people who came equipped with a functioning part. My factory settings came with a handicap. My galbladder started the food consumption, fat break-down process race with bad genes.
My goal: To limit fat intake so as not to put additional stress on my already genetically stresssed-out galbladder AND while I'm at it, take out everything else that's not good for the rest of me. I want to know what I'm eating.
Why? I want those lil' piggies to go home and stay there.