So once again my band sister (Jan. 4, 2010 HOLLA!) Vanessa has kindly posted exactly what I've been thinking, feeling and fearing. Funny enough, her post refers to one written by Amy at Babbles of a Bandster. (As a newspaper reporter, I love when people credit their sources and avoid plagiarizing. We are an ethical group here.)
To recap: I'm almost at the three-month mark since surgery. My weight-loss has slowed to a snail's pace, I often find myself hungry and when willpower doesn't stop me from eating... well, my band doesn't seem to stop me either.
I just had a good-sized bowl of leftover truffle mac & cheese for breakfast. (Side note: Since being banded, I tend to have non-breakfast foods for breakfast, which I never did before.)
Naturally, I knew I shouldn't have this and could have made a far better choice. It was left over from the shower, not something I usually have around the house. But I did eat it, the whole thing, with no trouble. BRING ON THE FILL. One more week. I don't want to go to my surgeon and not show a loss. He seemed a little disappointed in me last time, although he was nice about it.
