BOOBS in Chicago

I'm coming to Chicago!! (In the unlikely event that you haven't yet heard, all lapbanders fun people are invited to the awesome get-together planned by our bloggy cohorts. Details here.)

When I first heard about the trip, I thought, "AWESOME! How cool is this going to be!"

And then I thought about it more and I started to get nervous. Bonnie posted about this as well. What if we all show up and it's awkward (seems unlikely if Draz, Jenny, Amy W and Joey are going, but still...)? What if I snore and keep my roommate up all night and she hates me?

But the more I think about it, the more I think HELL YEAH we're gonna have fun. If the Hubs reports that I'm still snoring a few weeks or a month from now, I'll get my own room.

I've only been to Chicago a few times -- once in 8th grade to visit a friend I met at Space Camp (!), once for a wedding in the 'burbs and a few years ago for a funeral.

I love the 5K idea, and with five months' notice I think I could pull it off.

What time do we think people will be arriving on Friday and leaving Sunday? Just wondering as a general guide when looking for flights.

xoxo

Don't Eat That!

Happy Sunday to all of you!

This recent fill seems to have brought me whole-hog into the reality of life with a band. Before I was careful about chewing but never really had to pay the piper if I went a little too fast or took bites that were a little too big. No longer. I have to be vigilant, or I feel miserable. This is all contributing to good weight loss, but sometimes it kind of sucks.

Last night I tried a reallllly small bite of hamburger, no bun. Did not go down very well. I didn't have a full PB, but it got stuck and hurt. It's clear to me that hamburgers are off my OK-to-eat list.

I'm also finding that I get *really* hungry all of a sudden. It sneaks up on me, probably because I'm not spending so much time thinking about food. But then I realize I'm STARVING and it's really difficult to eat slowly and take small bites when I'm ravenous. So that's a change I'm still getting used to.

The list of what I can eat comfortably is getting smaller. I was pleasantly surprised yesterday to find I could eat some sliced bell pepper and cucumbers, which I've been too nervous to try these last couple of weeks. The meat, though - looks like I'll be shelving that for a while. Bring on the fish!

Tonight, I'm making halibut with an avocado-yogurt sauce. (It's adapted from a Rachael Ray recipe for fish tacos. I don't make them into tacos, just serve the fish with sauce. I use Greek yogurt, so it's a good high-protein meal.)

Happy news: The scale reports another pound down, thanks to peeing out all the retained fluid from yesterday's flight. That brings me to 224, which was a mini-goal for me. I now weigh less than I did the summer I finished three triathlons. On to the next mini-goal. Two sixteen, I'm gunning for you!