My band has a mind of it's own..

I still get extremely frustrated with my band. It's like it is a fussy eater and can't make up it's mind. Like one day I'll be able to eat bread (ok, half a slice.. not much I know) and then the other day I'll spew up the first mouthful. Like tonight, I made pasta ravioli with lite sun-dried tomato sauce... only ate about 3 pieces of the pasta and I was done. Even an hour later, I can still feel a lump in my throat... like it hasn't gone through... yet, on the way back from NZ, I had pasta on the plane... ate it slowly and It was all good.. although I couldn't fit the bread roll or the salad in...
Today, I had half a croissant for breakky... didn't eat again until 4pm... just wasn't hungry. I ate the croissant over the space of around 1.5 hours cos I was in a training meeting and didn't want to have an accident... but just wasn't interested in food for the rest of the day. Normally, like clock-work) I'll feel hungry at lunch.. but I just kept working through, had a couple of meetings in the afternoon (Pepsi Max to drink) and then before I knew it, it was 4pm and I realised I hadn't eaten.

Anyhoo, what else? Oh yeah, during my trip to NZ I had a bit of a scare with my band. I went for a walk for dinner and picked up some Japanese take-away... They had soups and sushi and rice dishes... silly me forgot that she had a band and ordered the Pork Katsu curry dish- deep fried pork cutlet, onions, egg on rice.. hardly any sauce. I really should have gone for a ramen soup.. but no.. I thought I could handle it... Got back to my room.... ate a couple of mouthfuls and up it came... and up it came again.... and again... I managed to fill a whole teacup full of clear stuff that didn't even have bits in it. That's when I realised that something was obviously stuck. So, toddled off to the bathroom where I hacked my guts up, and yep... there was something blocking it. Instant relief once I got it out... and then my chest was sore and I could barely sip on water without wanting to gag... *sigh* there marks the end of my love for yummy Japanese rice dishes...

So I ordered a smoothie for breakfast while in NZ. Delicious, they were! Blueberry and honey, with protein powder and skim milk. Filled me up, and kept me going right up until lunch. it was perfect. So, on the second morning I was there, I waited patiently for my breakky arrive. The door bell to my room rang and I opened it, only to have a waitress present me with my smoothie... AND... some danishes. I told her I didn't order that... and she said that "they didn't think I had ordered enough food and so they bought this up" and that was followed quickly by "don't worry, it's complementary". I looked at her and said, yes... thank you ... but I don't want them. She looked at me as though I was speaking a foreign language... I then thought.. bugger this... and I said to her - I have a silicon band that is wrapped around my stomach, I physically will not be able to eat these. Please take them away - another blank stare. So I replied - I've had gastric banding surgery - I can't eat solids before lunch. Not saying anything, just nodding and smiling, she backed her trolley slowly away and I closed the door. Why did they feel the need to decide what I should and shouldn't have for breakfast? In the comments card I wrote something like "I am on a diet, so to be offered danishes when I clearly didn't order them was extremely annoying and frustrating"...

What else? Oh... yeah... I'm now only 1.5kg heaver than my other half. Considering at one stage I was closer to 20kg heaver than him, this truely is an important milestone for me. He's sitting on around 91kg at the moment, and I'm at 92.4kg... so not long to go until I'm lighter than my other half! What a great day that will be :)

Peace out xx

LBG xx