My band is working: Tonight I would have had a pretty big dinner, but after one tiny slice of brie, six olives and half an artichoke I am filled to the brim. And sliming a little, if you must know. (Aren't you glad I told you?)
This band is keeping me from eating too much, for sure. But somehow I've lost the no-interest-in-food thing, and I'd reallllly like to get it back. Now, if you wouldn't mind. Thanks.
It's so odd. There were a couple of brief periods since I got the band that I wasn't very interested in food, didn't think about it, didn't spend much energy on what I'd eat or couldn't eat or would cook for dinner. I was all, Food as fuel: How it's supposed to be.
But that element - a crucial element of the band experience, as far as I'm concerned - is missing now. It's frustrating.
Also frustrating: I am completely on the razor's edge between fat-girl sizes and regular sizes. I'm wearing size 16 pants; sometimes they're snug; they're definitely not baggy. I bought an XL shirt at Gap, and it's snug. I bought a couple XL shirts at Banana Republic and they look good enough to wear now. I got my size 14 bathing suit and it fits. It'll fit a little better in five pounds, but I could wear it today without blinding fellow beachgoers.
This morning I weighed in at 205.8. Not horrible, but not good. And not close to my goal of 199.8 or lower by my birthday on Tuesday.
