Two weeks post fill and new pics.

Jul 04, 2010

I took pics last week in the same clothing and same poses as my before photos, even the same grandson as in my Avi.

OMG! What a learning curve. OK, I had my first fill just over two weeks ago. It turns out that Dr. Baker had given me a 2cc primer fill at the time of surgery, possibly because my band was loose. Anyway, the PA gave me an additional 2cc. Wow, have I been tight since then. I won't be one of those calling in for an earlier appointment for fill number two! I was ready a week ago to go in for an unfill but I posted on the forum and p.m.'d Jean M. with a question and the upshot was that it can take a couple weeks to both feel the restriction or to decide if you're too tight. I never had reflux, night time coughing, frequent vomiting, or any of the other signs of too tight, except I kept getting things stuck and had a hard time getting my protein and other nutrients in. I did have one serious stuck episode but I won't give the details because it was just plain NASTY. Ewwwww. It hurt like wildfire, too. I went back to liquids and really soft stuff like yogurt, pudding, cottage cheese for nearly three days, the first 24 hours with just liquids. I was so sore I didn't care, (I must have been delusional or something). I didn't get hungry until late in day two.

I tried to get as much protein as possible, adding non fat dry milk powder to everything I could (8g per 1/3 cup). If I made s.f. pudding I used skim milk to make it plus I added at least a cup of the milk powder. My nut had mentioned it to a RNY patient having a hard time getting food in. I was pretty high carb, but that was not my primary concern.

So, i have been doing better since then and though I am eating more regular things I have a hard time in the morning. Yesterday I made some Quaker weight control oatmeal, (it has extra protein) and added nf milk powder. I took 3 bites and was done. I put the rest in the fridge. I never got hungry until I reminded myself to eat a protein bar at about 1:30. I was at a local craft fair with my sister, who had a booth, and there was nothing being sold that I should eat, or that I felt my grouchy pouchy would tolerate. Brats didn't seem like a good idea!  Now, I'm sure the strawberry shortcake would have gone down very easily.  We also had to go for our yearly trek for "fair food". Everyone else had the Italian sausage in a homemade roll, with onion and green peppers, and home made chips. I drank iced tea. However, I have to confess to having a planned splurge. They have an ice cream booth we discovered a few years ago that sells frozen cheesecake on a stick, dipped either in chocolate or butterscotch. At first I thought it was too sweet, but I'm tough, and I adapted. I couldn't eat the last 1/3, so I saved it till today. Yum! Now my splurge is over and I won't do that again until next year.  

I decided that I will need to plan the occasional splurge or I will end up feeling deprived, but I have to be very, very careful that I am honest about it and stay aware if I am beginning to find excuses to continue or overdo. I am, after all, a carb addict and a problem eater. Having wls does nothing for my head and I know I am quite capable of eating around my band, obsessively. God has given me a gift and I don't want to abuse it. I really want to change my thinking and my relationship with food.

I also have had a 2 1/2 week stall as far as weight loss goes. I was OK with that because my body needs to catch up with itself. The last 25 pounds has dropped fairly quickly and I sort of expected it. I did discover that I was either dropping inches or reshaping because I tried on a couple of sundresses I had been given and they fit nicely now but about three weeks ago they were way too tight. Whoot Whoot!  I'm loving my band! The scale finally moved down a pound today, so I guess the stall is over. The last 20 pounds will probably really fight to stay with me, lol.

Well, the Fourth of July fireworks are going and my dog is having a nervous breakdown. He's miffed that I haven't gone to bed like "Dad" where it is safe. He has been disappointed that I'm not leaving food for him, except when I get too full. Poor guy! Sometimes he ignores me when I'm eating and goes directly to dad. We don't even let him have more that a bite or so. He's just a Velcro dog all around. We got home from church and he met us with his pink puppy and proceeded to beat the heck out of it. Then he went and got the purple frog and did the same. It's not as if he didn't already have several toys out! I think he's worse than a kid! A kid with muddy paws.  Right now, with temps still in the 80's and humid, I have a dog blanket lying across me, and a paw on my keyboard.

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