Tami Y.

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417.4 Rock on, 4th fill, rock on.

Been doing stuff all week, but I have been reasonable with my food. I hope to be below 420 on Monday morning.

Had a protein shake for breakfast, turkey pastrami and jarlsberg on rye for lunch, and mushroom risotto for snack/dinner. There's cheese in that, too, so 3 servings of dairy today, not even counting my coffee.

424 again. I can eat 4 cups of food in a sitting without pain, and I stupidly did. I also scheduled a fill for March 10th.

420. It's a small loss, but it is, indeed, a loss. Things I can do better this week: don't drink 3 sugary drinks on Saturday night. I'm sure I could have lost more if I had stopped at one, non-sugary drink.

420.8!! I am moving that number down. I am moving that number down. !!!

This weekend I ate like it was my job. I was so hungry all the time, always looking for food, I was thinking that it was time for my 4th fill. Then I got my period. So here it is, the time of the month when I'm usually my heaviest, and I weigh 424.2. That's 3.4 pounds less than last week. That's a great feeling.

427.6! Yay!
I came home from a cruise lighter than when I left. I cannot believe it.
I'm gonna update my ticker.

What a great time I had! So much music, so much good weather!

I'm waiting until morning to get on the scale, but I feel good.

I've gone back up to 432. It is way too early in the weight loss phase to be jumping up and down this much, and I couldn't imagine what I'd done to deserve it, since I'm exercising and I'm logging my food honestly, so this should make more sense.

Yesterday afternoon my legs started to feel like lead. It was odd, and then it was familiar, and then, I knew -lymphedema "attack". Sometimes I just swell up like crazy from the waist down. My support hose help, but they don't stop this crap. So now I'm taking a water pill, and I'll do a freaking hour of lymph massage, which does not exactly fit into my schedule. Urgh.

At least I know it will go away. Worse than TTOM.

So there I am, at the gym, feeling heavy and crappy, about to leave, and one of the guys working out stops me to tell me that he can really tell that I've dropped some pounds, and I'm looking good. Apparently "lookin' good!" is the platonic male way to be nice to women. Now I know! That made me feel a little better about it all.

I was just reading a message, and there was a bit "my band didn't try to kill me like hers did!". At first, I was thinking, "Bands aren't alive, they don't make decisions", and then I thought about this weekend.

Saturday for dinner I had bacon-wrapped scallops, a piece of shrimp, green salad, a small piece of bread, and (low carb) hot ham & spinach "fake bake" pasta. And I had a piece of truffle cake for dessert.

All that food, no problem. No stuck feelings, no sliming, no PB's - nothing (just guilt). It was like I had no band at all.

Sunday night for dinner I made myself 3 ounces of tenderloin and some frozen veggies. I ate the steak, cutting it into tiny pieces and chewing it to mush. I realized I was too full and put the veggies away. 10 minutes afterwards, I was at my dining room table, and the sliming began. I headed for the bathroom and lost every last bit of the steak, even though I could see (ewwww) how well-chewed it was.