I'm With The (Lap) Band

Thursday, August 18, 2005


Got back to my house from my NY trip at 2 am this morning...who knew it took so long to get a darn taxi at DFW airport.

The week in NYC was very productive - the work assignment - testing a new system for our company - was actually quite fun. And I enjoyed the people I was working with - so bonus!

After injuring my foot last week, I was concerned about how I'd hobble through the City - and whether or not I'd drive my co-workers crazy with my slowness.

It's kind of cool - I was able to get around better than I thought. The first day, I didn't go anywhere 'cause by the time I got to NYC, I had a fever and chills and thought, "What did I catch at that hospital??"

I spent my day "off" on Sunday sleeping in the hotel - with a major thunderstorm for entertainment. (You know I love 'em!)

Got up Monday morning and cabbed it down to Chelsea for work and walked a little bit through Chelsea Market so I could go to the Ronnybrook Dairy to get my yogurt. Walked over there at lunch with the group, too.

After dinner that night, we walked a few blocks down Broadway before I just couldn't do it anymore and we got a cab back to the hotel.

Tuesday, I walked a block to the restaurant we had lunch at - and then for dinner, walked about 6 city blocks to the Turkish place we had dinner AND walked back, too.

I iced the foot down each night - love the little packs the Roosevelt's security officers brought me! - but by yesterday, I was walking through the airport - still with a limp, but I felt much more like me.

Why "Perspective"? Because even though my goofy scale hasn't moved in weeks - and even though I can't tell a whole lot of weight loss has gone on in this body in months - I don't think I ever would have been able to be up and around like I have been on this foot THIS quickly without having lost that 65 lbs...

I keep reminding myself...evidently, I really need the reminding....

Friday, August 12, 2005

This is what I get for even THINKING about buying another purse!

So I'm heading to NYC for work next week.

The only flight that wasn't astronomically priced has me leaving here at 6:45 am on Sunday morning - getting to Newark (of all places) at 1 pm. I thought - ok, I'll get to town, check in and then head out to walk around Chinatown and find me a purse I might like...and just stroll around the city before I have to get up and go to work on Monday morning.

I come home last night from a dinner with friends and I'm doin' something nice by freecycling a shoe rack. I get the shoe rack to put out on the porch for this gal's daughter to pick up and BAM! I'm closer to the step than I realize - or I just momentarily forgot it was there - and POP! MAJOR Pain...there goes my right foot!

I iced it and slept with it propped - and after a day at work where it just didn't get any better - I finally spent the latter part of the afternoon in the ER having an X-Ray of the sucker. (Love that Presby Hospital in Allen - great staff! Cute doctor.)

Thankfully, I have no broken bones - just a major sprain with some of the ligaments torn (I think that's actually the same thing) - but I can't do my newly started exercise routine for 3-6 weeks. At least I can still swim - but I can't do all of my water aerobics things, either. Ugh!

The doc wanted me on crutches - but I'm not coordinated enough to walk with them. I'm going to try to get a cane somewhere. Otherwise, It's just icing it for 72 hours (which will be fun to try to accomplish on a flight with a sprint from one plane to the next on a short Chicago layover), keeping it elevated (which the people on my flight are going to really enjoy) and taking the Vicodin (yay!) when I need it.

Worst of all - I can't walk to get my new purse.

Alek will be so disappointed in that. NOT! (Hey, maybe he moved that step...)

Monday, August 08, 2005

Probably need a fill

I'm so hungry these days. I truly feel like I could eat the wallpaper off the walls - well, if I had wallpaper, I could!

I don't know if it's just boredom or what.

Not that I'm not busy - have plenty to do.

I need to keep my knitting handy - keep working on projects. That's why I took it up, huh? To keep my hands busy and out of the kitchen.

Commercials are murder. I see things - or hear someone mention something - and BOOM! My mind has wandered into the kitchen or pantry. I do try to not let my body follow! Some days I'm better at it than others.

I know I need a fill. It's been almost 3 months since Fill #3 and I've not lost the weight I know I should have in that time. I haven't lost a pound in weeks - I also am aware that things "average out." Since that fill, I'm down 14 lbs that I know of. Now that I type that out, that averages out to a little more than 1 lb per week - so, not too bad. I know - I need to work on my "I want this now" part of my mind.

I did do my 8 month out measurements this past weekend and have lost another 9 inches all over - for a grand total loss of 46.5 inches.

It's just that I have this little deadline in my brain. I'm 10 lbs away from where I want to be by my birthday. My birthday is October 8 - so 2 months from today I want to be at -75 pounds. 10 pounds by then is COMPLETELY doable! I just have to wrap my mind around it, stay out of the kitchen and get back in that gym.

I'd try to get a fill this week, but I have a trip to NYC next week. Eating out every meal is always a challenge - and having to do mushies or liquids during that time is not easy. Plus - I enjoy the different restaurants there. Funny I say that - and yet, most of my favorite "meals" are soups from Hale & Hearty and this yogurt drink from the dairy - both in Chelsea Market across the street from the office. I could have a fill and still eat in NYC.

Besides NYC, though, in the next month I have my Mother in law coming for a visit (she's a great cook), a short trip to the lake for Labor Day (cooking out on the grill) and my 20th High School Reunion to (maybe) attend.

I can find excuses EVERYWHERE for not going in to get a fill. I need to quit making them and just do it.

Nope...they didn't band my brain. I'm still a foodie.