Traveling with the Band

Happy holidays fellow bloggers!  I feel like quite the loser these days.  I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks.  I  have been reading everyone elses but didn't feel like I had much to share about myself.

My weight seems to have plateaued ever since I got my first fill. Not exactly the result I was expecting.  I am trying to be patient and many of you have reminded me that I am in Bandster Hell but it is still discouraging when I see others that were banded around my date who have already lost 20 lbs.  I will admit that the green eyed-monster takes over and I get a little jealous.

I arrived in San Fransisco this morning.  Some of you might remember that I am re-decorating my niece's bedroom for her birthday/XMas (for several years) gift.  We are doing some shopping tomorrow to look at furniture (IKEA) and I am meeting with the contractor to find out what it is going to cost me to have the painting done and the window seat built.  I'll be flying back here the day after Christmas to actually do the job while she is in India for the holidays with her parents.

Anywhooo.  A couple of hours after arriving we (my brother, niece and I) decided to go get lunch.  That was good because I was definitely hungry - it being 2:30pm my (Denver) time.  (Keep in mind, my brother knows nothing about the band.)  As we started to decide where to go, I tried to steer us toward options where I knew I could get protien.  Somehow we ended up at a Vietnamese noodle place.  Trying to be good, I ordered the Curry Chicken and Garlic Noodles (knowing that I would not be able to eat the noodles but at least I could get some chicken in a sauce.  I took my first bite (a small one) and instantly had that burning feeling in my chest.  I kept trying to figure out if I was going to PB or Slime - both of which I have never done but certainly didn't want my first episode at a little restarant on Irving St. in San Fran.  I finally excused myself and went to the bathroom to wait it out.  Nothing came up, and soon the pain ceased.  I headed back to the table and pushed my food around for a while taking small bites here and there.  My brother asked me why I was taking so long and I just said I was trying to eat more slowly these days (which is true).  I got about 1/3 of the chicken down and a couple of bites of noodles.  I am thinking that maybe the flying made my band tighter.

Tonight I had some salmon and a small amount of mashed potatoes and veggies.  That seemed to go a little easier.  We'll see how the rest of the trip plays out and whether or not I am going to be forced to fess up.

Thanksgiving was good.  I had small portions of turkey (about 2-3 oz.), mashed potatoes, stuffing, and a very small sliver of cherry pie.  Again, my band slowed me waaaaay down and I did not (could not) over eat.  So, I do know my band is doing it's job, just not optimally at this point.  I am getting impatient for the big losses and I know they will come.  I do think I am probably going to be one of those slow losers though.  I guess that is acceptable as long as the scale starts moving down again.  I am scheduled for my next fill on Wed. the 1st.  Hopefully, that will jump start something and get me past this plateau.

Off to do some more reading.  I will take some "before" pictures of the room so I can post them later with the "after" shots.

Ciao for now!

Libby