Hootenanny Smooth...

I just emailed Mr. W and asked him how his new car was driving in the snow this morning. His response? Nope, I'm not kidding... hootenanny smooth...

And, he's on was way over for lunch. Not a nooner, just lunch. I'm going to just stick with my Thai chicken. Last night, for dinner... I had six homemade oatmeal butterscotch cookies. Six. I made hubby take the rest into work this morning. Good bye sweet temptation.

Spontaneous:
I'm not being. At all.

Food:
The usual... greek yogurt & honey, Zone bar, Thai chicken & noodles. 700 calories, 40 grams protein. NO COOKIES.

Red High Heels

First, thanks to Jen (Jen's Lap Band Journal) for the Stilletto Award nomination. I will abide by the rules sometime this week. I want to have time to gush over a few bloggers... bandsters whose posts I can't wait to read every single day... so please be patient with me!

Secondly, this award reminded me of when I was little. My Grandmother had a pair of red high heel pumps she would always let me wear. I fully planned on wearing them every single day of my life when I was a grown woman. Unfortunately, I outgrew them by the time I was about nine years old. But ONE day, I will wear red high heels every single day! And, bright red lipstick! And a navy dress with white polka dots! And red lipstick on the apples of my cheeks for blush! Yes, one day...

Thirdly, I've been procrastinating a post because I've wanted to report that I was 183. Well, I'm not. But maybe tomorrow. I did make my fill/surgical consult appointment for next Wednesday, April 7th. OH! And I'm going to a real black tie charity gala event on April 17th. This will be my very first one. One year ago, I would not have agreed to go... but THIS year... I'm excited. I'm excited to shop, to look good, and to meet people!

Spontaneous:
I'm sure there's something, but I can't think of it.

Food:
Greek yogurt & honey, mint chocolate Zone bar, lasagna. 700 calories, 35? grams protein. I do not know what's for dinner. Busy night. Therapy! More tomorrow...

Flip Flops to the Met

Did you know that the Metropolitan Opera broadcasts live to movie theatres around the world? Mr. W and I got to wear t-shirts and flip flops to see HAMLET on Saturday. Very fun, couldn't have afforded a better view if we were actually there, and for $22... super cheap chic. And, it was en francais, so hubby was doubly happy. I had a couple of NSV's while there... first, I ran up (I said RAN UP) all the stairs in the theatre... secondly, I wasn't interested in the popcorn and candy. It's a good time of the month for me, and everyone knows if I want something, I'll eat it. I honestly wasn't interested. This natural non-snacky phenomenon will be nice for the next couple of weeks.

Scale is the same. 184. However, my jeans and work pants are falling off my skinny ass. I can wear my size 12 jeans, but I'm not comfortable in them. My 14's are embarrassingly baggy. I don't know why I haven't bought new work pants, but I did buy some cute tops over the weekend. I'm so used to switching things up with tops, jewelry and shoes... because pants have always been a trickier fit for me. I can never buy pants cheap because fit is more critical than price. Sigh. This brings me to my need for surgery... I will be making my appointment this week.

Spontaneous:
I chose to take off on Friday, and am choosing to just do what I can this week to catch up at work. No worry, no stress.

Food:
Lots of nibbles. Not too many calories. The next two weeks or so give me a little hormonal (non-pms) break from obsessing about food.

I've caught up on lots of blogs today. I'm a bad commenter, but an avid reader... love you all, and love all your blogs!

Damn It

I forgot to weigh myself this morning. I haven't eaten in a couple of days... surely a loss would ensue? Probably not. And, we've decided to make it a long weekend which means... food. I'm realizing what an intrical part of my life food really is. Whoever says it's just about fuel for the body... is kidding themselves. Eating is equally as social and emotional as anything else. It is a complex human need. All the more reason to figure out how to enjoy it appropriately. Since I need it to live... I really have no other choice but to figure this out... and I'm getting there...

The past couple of days went well. I'm actually more exhausted today. It's difficult for me to talk about some things. I wasn't kidding when I mentioned that I've never talked about my weight loss to anyone, and how blogging about it is such a huge step for me. So, if I seem vague about being sick... it's because I'm deeply introverted about some things... especially things that make me vulnerable. Being sick would be at the top of that list. The only person I've talked with about this is my husband. Not even my family or friends. My sister knows now (a little bit) because we needed help picking up my son yesterday, so I had to tell her why. Everything looks really good, and I think just one more test.

Spontaneous:
I have a confession. I have a huge crush on Anthony Bourdain. Just watched him in Tuscany... food was amazing, and I do love a bad boy.

Food:
Mr. Wonderful started shopping at 6am today for food for our long weekend. I don't know what we DON'T have in the house. So far, I've just had nibbles... and it's all been good. I think tasting is the way for me to go. Who said "taste everything, eat nothing"? Can't remember... but I like that philosophy. Have a delicious weekend everyone!

Fullfilment

I am very confident in the AWAKE knowledge that I do NOT actually want to bang my doctor. The best interpretation I could find (thank you google gods) was that sex in a dream can mean "fulfillment". Once I get this surgery... I will be completely fulfilled... I will be completely at my goals from a physical stand point. And, I can get very... aggressive... when trying to reach my goals. So, now I can (hopefully) look him in the eye when I get my next... ummmm... "fill". :)

Restriction is still decent, but it will definitely be time for a tiny tweak in a couple of weeks. I'm a little bit sick right now and I need to work on my current medical concerns before I follow up on weight stuff. I may not be blogging for a couple of days because I have to go get some tests. Either that, or I'll be blogging non-stop... depending on my computer access and/or how bad I feel. I'll keep you posted by the weekend for sure.

Spontaneous:
Je ne sais pas.

Food:
Usual, not much variety this week, trying to keep it simple.

PS:
Every so often, I have a difficult time leaving comments... I've tried several times today, and no luck... I'll try again...

Marco Polo, Veggies, and Weird Dream

Heart attack hubbie has had a renewed interest in Mediterranean food since his "incident". I am now living my dream life... he is officially the perfect man. However, we spent the weekend eating ourselves around the world, figuratively. From Asian to Greek to Turkish to Italian and back. One theme throughout for me? Vegetables. I know from my blog, it sounds like I don't eat them, but just fyi I don't count them in my daily food list mostly because I don't count them as calories. BUT, the vegetables I ate this weekend, were definitely worth mentioning because they were so amazing and delicious. Grilled green beans w/ julienned carrots in szechuan sauce. Marinated artichoke hearts. Roasted garlic. Stuffed olive leaves. All to excess. I didn't even think twice about what I was eating. Probably should have because these veggies were not calorie free, but it was the weekend, and the food was divine.

Weird dream. I hope my family doesn't read this blog... because I'm about to share something very... embarrassing. The reason I'm sharing is because I'd like help interpreting this. My sisters and I love interpreting dreams... but, I'm having a difficult time with this one, and don't want to talk about this with anyone I have to see face to face. So, if you reply to this, do so delicately...

As I have mentioned two hundred and fifty two times, I'm planning on getting a panniculectomy. Last Friday, I talked with the bariatric nurse here at my company who approved my LapBand surgery, and it is clear that any kind of excess skin removal will not be covered by my insurance. I know that they have made exceptions (like for people who lost the weight without surgery... but that's another bitch session). Anyway, so Saturday night... I had this dream. I was in an exam room with my surgeon... and we... were having... "liasons". I don't think of him THAT way, at all. He's decent looking, dresses well, but that's not what "it" is about for me. Anyway, the "liasons" were mutually initiated, but at the end of my dream, I was very... aggressive. I know sex dreams aren't always about sex, but I don't know what this means. I'm pretty certain it has something to do with me wanting additional surgery. Beyond that, I don't know what it could mean. And, I need to figure it out, so I can look him in the eye again. Dear god in heaven.

Spontaneous:
After my Saturday night dream? I've got nothing.

Food:
Greek yogurt & honey, mint chocolate Zone bar, fish & rice, eating out downtown for dinner tonight. Happy Monday. Not. :)

If the sidebar doesn't work...

...and you REALLY want to see this VLOG... go to YouTube, type in "Band Babe", and I'm the 6:14 one, that says barkinarkin (don't ask) next to it.