5/26/09 Band Firsts (NSV, PB)
Hope you all had a great weekend (from the 2 extra pounds on my scale this morning, I know I did)! After the mulching marathon DH decided yesterday we needed to go buy the few annual plants we were still missing, so off to the nurseries we went again. We got a few flats and as I was out front watering them I saw my next door neighbor (someone I rarely see in the winter) out watering too. I shouted out greetings and then it came…“You look skinny!”…totally caught me off guard…awkward long pause as I'm in shock... “Thanks! Not SKINNY, but I’m working on it!” Then we had a chat about dieting vs. making lifestyle changes, slow loss vs. fast (told her I’ve been losing since last fall), exercise, etc. (she had a TT a few years back and has started exercising/losing weight). I was thrilled! My first NSV! No one else has noticed yet that I’ve lost 35 pounds. I guess it’s not as noticeable to people who see you all the time (and in fairness I carry most of it in my lower half, so I look pretty much the same from the waist up). Plus I’m up and down so often they probably can’t remember if I’m losing or gaining at any given point...I can barely keep track!
I did have an unofficial NSV (since it was my kids and they know I’m trying to lose weight) on Friday. I was in my favorite pair of blue jeans (can’t remember size 24 or 20?...yep it’s all in my a$$) to take the boys to their Dr. appointment Friday (reg. appt./not sick). I noticed I now had to put my belt on the third notch to keep me from having that ‘low crotch’ look. Let me just tell you that before my surgery that skinny belt (skinny as in the height of it) was on the last notch and I’m ashamed to say I actually broke the belt leather from top to bottom a few weeks before surgery (I remember mentioning in a blog that belt flipping over into my skin every time I sat down and making a small bruise on my stomach)…now the only thing holding the end of it together was the backing…and NO WAY was I buying a new ‘fat belt’. I came downstairs and one of my kids told me my pants were getting baggy…then they all gathered around to point it out…my DD was grabbing the excess fabric in the back and telling me I needed some pins at the top, or better yet, some new jeans…all three of them went on and on about how much weight I was losing…I’m just sayin’…it was nice.
Another band first; DH made me a sandwich for lunch while I was out working in the garden yesterday. It was on a soft un-toasted bagel (I know, not on the plan, but it was nice of him to make it and I wasn't turning it down). Now remember that I have 0 fill, have had NO restriction, and don’t have to chew anything more than I used to for the past two weeks. I was in a hurry to get back outside so I started eating quickly and when I was almost done it felt like I got a piece of the bagel stuck just inside my throat…in my esophagus…it hurt. I did the stupid thing and without thinking did what I normally would do…I took a couple of big swigs of water thinking that would soften it and push it down. I’m now screaming “Barf Bowl!” as I hold my hand across my mouth…NOW I’m thinking… ‘Whoops! Bread! Stuck! What did they say??!!…oh...now I remember...NO drinking on top of the stuck bread! WHAT HAVE I DONE??!! What was that yogo position??!! Downward facing dog? OK, I'm way past needing that!!!’…The barf bowl arrived just in time…up came clear water and then mushed up bagel…TMI, but seriously they were still separate. I’m guessing that was my first PB. Stuck on bread…no more bagels…
First posted on my blog, link below
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