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Hi there,

I got Reagan to take these “Blue Wiggle” shots at work yesterday.  I have been getting a bit down about how long it is taking me to lose this blubber……..or at least get into the 80’s.  I needed to see if there was a difference I could see!! I hadn’t put any pictures side by side before.  I took the first ones the week after my operation.  I was wearing a reasonably loose shirt because I hate anything that “clings” to my back fat!!!!  Yesterday I was wearing a black vest over the blue skivvy.  A vest, I might add, that wouldn’t do up on me at the time the first photos were taken 🙂  I took the vest off for the purposes of the photo and so I didn’t come up as a black blob with blue arms!  Well…..at least I can say the back fat is shrinking!!

I do feel different…………….no doubt about it.  I was to the stage where I was “lumbering” around and “heaving” myself up from a sitting postion.  I feel sooooooo much more comfortable now and move with much more ease.  I cross my legs now and “spring” up from a sitting position (most days 🙂 )  Maybe it is slow……but by God…….it’s working!!!!!   I feel better now………think I just had a case of the SADS!!!!

Damage Control….

You know I have been having a few problems with spewing lately?  Of course you do……I’m a sharer 🙂  Well, it has got a bit beyond a joke the last few days.  The final straw came yesterday morning when I spewed up my beloved porridge and natural bran breakfast!  Well, the first three and only mouthfuls I took of it anyway……… lucky my dogs love porridge, hey ?!! (Not what I spewed…….what was left in the bloody bowl !!  geeezzzzz!!)

I think I can pinpoint what started all this.  I cooked little lambchops and vegetables about two weeks ago.  Pre-band I could easilly slam down at least four of these tasty babies and eat all the accompanying vegetables with, perhaps, a dollop of sour cream and plenty of butter and salt and pepper…………..  *drool*.  They are also Ricky’s favourite thing in the meat line.  Soooooooo, anywaaayyyyyyyy……………..

I served myself up one on my “special” bread and butter size plate and some vegetables.  I was really looking forward to it.  I knew the drill…….chew, chew, chew….blah, blah, blah.  I had a couple of mouthfuls of the tasty, fatty tail bit and then some vegetable.  Then bam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Excruciating pain……excessive saliva factory starts up in my mouth….eyes start to water……breathing becomes difficult and I feel it bubbling up my bloody throat.  Slam my plate down and rush up to the loo……………blahhhhhhhhhhh   Spew Town revisited. 

Except……..this time it was different.  I didn’t feel immediate relief.  I couldn’t just chastise myself for eating too quickly or not chewing enough.  Hell, I couldn’t even think straight to lay the blame on anything!!!!  I was in absolute agony.  I had shoulder pain, gut pain, leg pain, head pain, finger pain………..well, you get the drift 🙂  I felt really sick….like a real sick person!!! I suppose this feeling lasted for nearly a bloody hour with intermittent heaving up of phlem and bits of chop and vegetable……………noice!! I tried drinking water and even that bubbled back up.  Not to be outdone I tried coffee….same. It really wore me out and I went to bed feeling like shit and wishing that somebody would come and remove the elephant that had crawled down my throat and was sitting on my ribcage!!

Now, I don’t know, because I can only go on what I read about others and their experiences…… but I think I might have experienced my first “stuck” experience…… or blockage or whatever you want to call it.  I think my other experiences have just been because I didn’t chew or ate too quickly and things “backed up” the plughole a bit……and spewing removed it and off you go again all good!!  This time I think something had stayed there….blocking the plughole and was still there the next day.  I just felt uncomfortable the next day……..like a really good swig of Draino would do the trick 🙂

But did I take that as a lesson learnt and ease off for a few days???  Oh no, no, no!!!!!  I am one to always test these theories!!!!  So, I went back to my happy la la land place and continued on my merry grazing ways.  So, over the last week I have had maybe one “productive burp” a day!!!

Why do we call them productive burps????  A productive burp, I assume, is a burp that is productive in some way….ie” it produces unprocessed food that comes back up into your mouth??  It can also produce damning stares from passers-by and other assorted reactions if done loudly.  I like to muffle mine and keep my mouth closed…………a closet burper if you will 🙂  As far as I am concerned………….anything that causes food that went down your throat to actually come back up your throat and into your mouth is spewing!!!  Doesn’t matter that it didn’t pass the band doorkeeper and doesn’t have an “admit one “stamp on it……. it was still down there………so it’s spew!!!!!  I think if it passed the doorkeeper and had been “in the premises” for more than half an hour and then you were sick……that would be vomit.  Like dinky die vomit……………the smelly, have been down there mixing with other gut gasses,  I am in dire straits vomit that makes you want to vomit along with the vomit-ee.  Know what I mean??  Of course you do!!!!  Spew is the “underage” vomit that never got let into the premises and hasn’t even been digested. The youngster that just wants out before you ring it’s parents!!!    So, spew it is………………………….but I digress………………………………….

So, I have been spewing for a week on and off now.  I have been getting really shitty because I have been feeling hungry.  So…..I wait for the pain to subside and then I do it again!!!! I try to eat just a little bit more of whatever was giving me the pain……..and then I spew!!!  How farking dumb am I?????  Then I give up.  I mean……I bet if you gave a monkey an electric shock everytime it reached for a certain food it would learn after the third try that it should avoid that food……………………. so……………………………..I am dumber than a farking monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Actually…I think that is being a bit harsh on the poor monkey)

So…..anyhooooo…….I have come to my senses and have decided to put myself on enforced liquids/slushy mushies for a week.  I am pretty sure if I rang Dr Dreamy that would be his first line of attack anyway.  I am certain I don’t need any fill out.  I think what I have done is aggravate my band on the first “stuck chop” occassion and then, because I am a monkey, have made it swollen and sore from trying to shove more “rough” food through it every day of the farking week since the chop incident????…….  yeah…..I know I am right!!!  So, I will give myself a week on slushie mushies and then try some “rough” foods at the end of that.  If it is still not right……….then I will go see Dr Dreamy.

So this morning I made a lovely smoothie thingy in my blender with an Up & Go banana & honey breakfast drink, a couple of blobs of honey & banana yoghurt, 2 teaspoons of Benefibre, and a banana………. delicious!!!  I have to tell you something…………………………….I love bananas!!!!  🙂  Then we had a great day out with my sister and her husband and went to the caves at Mole Creek.  Karen and Dean were calling it Slut River……………………and it took me half the day to bloody “get it”……duhhhhhhhh  We stopped at a nice place for a late lunch.  They didn’t have much for a mushie eater…….so I had a custard tart and a skinny latte and just ate the middle out of the tart with a spoon…..classy!! 

Also…..  I have folded under the pressure and got myself on Facebook!!  You can find me by user name of   nolam  or I think it works if you type   facebook.com/nolam              I have heaps more photos on there and todays photos from the cave trip.  You might have to become my friend to see them though………..  how’s that for blackmail 🙂  Here is a photo of me and Karen taken today…………………………

 

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Weekend photos…..

On Sunday we went to Cradle Mountain which is about one and a half hours drive South from here.  We got married there 18 yrs ago May just gone……….where did that time go!!??  It was a fabulous wedding really.  We got married late morning and then had a lunch reception. We had quite a few interstate friends who made a weekend of it.  We all stayed the night before and the night of the wedding in the cabins and had a wonderful time!

It was a reasonable day weather wise, although a bit chilly!

You should google Cradle Mountain Tasmania and have a look……….too beautiful and world renowned.

On the way there…………………

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The Lodge where we got married.  We actually moved the ceremony inside because it rained on the day….but still enjoyable and just as nice….

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The stairs we stood on for the ceremony………………….

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And signed our wedding certificate on this bar…..explains a lot!!

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Then we took what is called the Enchanted Walk………………I took some lovely “arty farty” shots for your enjoyment……

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So, there you go……..a little walk with me on the Enchanted Walk.  A very pleasant way to spend a Sunday.

Crossed to the “darkside”………..

I went to Target yesterday to look for some plain black trousers for work……………………………..

At the time of my lapband surgery I was wearing size 20 trousers from the “Big Arse” section.  The last pair I brought was a size 16 from the “Big Arse” section and they are now getting a bit baggy in the bum.  So, I thought………why not torture myself in my lunchhour and go try some trousers on from the “Normal Person’s” section?  I thought I might be lucky enough to find an 18 that fitted?

So I skulked up and down the racks and found three different designs in black trousers in 18’s, thinking this would really be a wasted exercise!  One thing I like about good old Target is that they have lovely big fitting rooms with good lighting and lots of mirrors, so you can check out your fat arse from all angles………delightful 🙂

The first pair went over my thighs……..you know how you sneak up on something????  I just stood there for a minute with the trousers only up over my thighs trying to let it sink in that they went over my thighs!  Then I thought, “Keep going……you might as well try and do them up. No need to be disappointed……they would never have gone over your thighs a couple of months ago!”  So, I pulled them up and zipped them up and then just stood there like a mental person grinning at myself in the mirror.  They were a bit BIG!!!!  The bloody waist was TOO BIG!!!  The same thing with the 2nd and 3rd pair.  I actually didn’t like the style of two of the pairs on me……………….ummmmm   I had a choice??!!  So, I gathered them up and went back out to the racks and found a size 16 in the style I like and went back to the fitting room with them. 

Same deal…..I kind of sneaked up on them ……first the thighs….not too tight, not too “clowny”.  Then the “doing up of the waist” ceremony……………..victory!!!!!!!

When I first went into that fitting room all I was thinking about initially was the dirty great hole in my right sock.  Thankful, of course, that my toenail was at least painted a fetching red even though it drew attention to the hole even more 🙂  I just knew that whoever was in the fitting room next to me could see this hole and would be thinking, “Wow…have a look at that beautifully painted toenail.  Must be a hornbag in the room next to me!!” 🙂

Even so…..we are strange creatures are we not?  I checked the inside tag to make sure I hadn’t tried on the wrong size and the whole time my mind was saying…..”Oh yes, but Target a a much bigger fit than other stores”.  Why can’t we just accept that we fit into a smaller size!!?  I could “hear” myself thinking this.  I was thrilled to bits but still had thoughts of this nature.  I don’t know………………..  I think because I have been so overweight for so long that the mental side of things is going to take a little longer to catch up!

So, heellllooooo world…………….next week I will be wearing a NORMAL PERSON’S  size 16 to work!!!  One of my more memorable non scale victories to date.  I honestly can’t remember when I haven’t shopped in the “Fat Arse” sections of stores or online.  You know shops like Autographs or Rockmans??  One side of the shop is “Fat Arse” sizes and the other is “Normal” sizes?  Well, I used to refer to the normal side as the “Darkside”……………when shopping with my sister or whatever and we went to these shops I would say……”You go over and have a look in the darkside while I go in here and check out the fatarse side.” 

So, I am prepared for the challenge…………………… I am going to try crossing over to the darkside on my next trip to the shops…………………….Farking Hell…………………I love being EVIL..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

There is a bit of public debate going on here at the moment about putting lapband surgery on the public hospital list.  I, for one, think it is a good idea.  I think in the long run it would save  money being spent in the public system on obesity related illnesses.  Such as diabetes and heart disease and things like that……why not try and “nip it in the bud” before people develop these things?  I found this which kind of says it all…………………….

 

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