Ahhhhhh... Monday. A new week and a new start.
My in-laws had the kids this weekend, so hubs and I were able to get a ton of stuff done around the house and do half of our Christmas shopping. We also went out to eat. A lot. We never get to go out anymore, so we take advantage of weekends like this. It was probably a bit excessive, but I don't feel like I was particularly piggish at any one meal either.
My band is still being a pain in the ass, or rather, NOT. I still feel very little restriction. I'm trying to keep to about 1 cup of food at meals, but I end up hungry two hours later. I've been lax with food logging this week, but I'm going to get back to it today. The workouts have been going well -- I've been going to the gym for about 45 minutes, three times a week. It's a start. I'm hoping to see some inches lost, if not pounds lost at the end of this challenge.
There are still three more weeks till my next fill appointment. This time I'm going to ask him to be a little more aggressive and give me .5cc. That would put me almost up to 2cc, which, in the past, has had me too tight. Judging from my current situation though, I think it's worth a try. If I still don't have some kind of hunger dimming, I'm going to ask for a barium swallow so we can make sure everything is ok in there.
So, last week at work, I mentioned my band in front of someone new. I'm fairly open about it at work, so I didn't really think anything of it. Most of my coworkers have been very supportive, and the ones that aren't at least have the decency to keep their traps shut around me. Turns out, this person is a die-hard Weight Watchers fanatic. She actually asked me if I had tried it, as if somehow in my long career of dieting I had missed out on WW. Really? She then proceeded to tell me I should eat lunches like her, because she is able to eat so much, blah blah blah. like eating a cup of cottage cheese and a whole cucumber for lunch would be the answer to my prayers. Now, I do realize she was only trying to be helpful, but I really started to get irritated. I mean, I just told you I had surgery to help me lose weight, and you ask me about WW as if I'd had surgery on a whim. What the hell. I know people do not always understand what it's like to have been in our shoes, but that kind of thing bugs the crap out of me. I really wanted to tell her where she could put her cottage cheese and cherry tomatoes.
That situation is another reason why I am so anxious to start losing again. I've been stagnant so long that I worry people are going to start saying things like, "Oh, the band didn't work for her," etc. I know some think that anyway. I know I shouldn't care what anyone thinks, but it's hard to ignore.
Let's do some math. If my ideal weight is 150 (based on a healthy BMI), and I started at 275, that means I had 125lbs of excess weight. Losing 55lbs means I've lost roughly 44% of my excess weight. Getting down to 200 would have me at minus 60% of my excess. Oh sweet spot, where ARE you!?