You never expect it.

I have been making homemade baked beans for a day and a half.  They were beautifully soft and smelled like heaven tonight, I planned to eat just a bit, as I know beans plus lots of molasses and maple sauce would likely put me in a carb coma.  It's all good, natures' coma with a little side effect of laxation!

Not so, I did not get to have any.  I had also roasted some summer squash and ate three slices, which tasted great, and I was just fine...when RUN! TO! VOMIT!

I. never. get. nauseated. enough to throw up.  Ever.  If I do overeat by a bit and feel the "OH NO!" - I have a habit!  Brush teeth, swish with Listerine, get away from all food sources.  It's something I avoid at all costs, and I very rarely have to.  I have a fond memory of upchucking taco salad bits into a paper bag on the side of the road a couple years back, and that really sealed the deal for me.  I am not going to puke. 

Vomiting after roux en y is UNPLEASANT.  You have no gastric acid in the upper stomach pouch, and food ROLLS UP undigested and it's awful awful awful very bad nasty gross.

This is one of those "Nobody told me this would happen" things about gastric bypass. 

I can eat junk! and feel perfectly fine.  O-o  I won't tell you how I know that I can eat a Mickey D's ice cream cone with ZERO repercussions, but...

Give the girl half a zucchini and she's hung over the sink retching and wishing for the baked bean coma instead.

Yes, your mileage is likely to vary, however, moments like this should remind you why I live on protein supplements, cheese and random carbohydrates.