Friday, August 9, 2013

Missing a dear friend...


I miss my friend, DC.  We used to hang out EVERY DAY.  Sometimes more than one a day.

When I got my band filled last week, DC took off.  Some supportive friend, huh?

I get it, though.  DC thought she would not be helpful for me anymore and might actually hinder my progress.  I had explained my relationship with DC to my surgeon, and even he suggested DC and I part ways.

I know I am going through withdrawal.  When you are SO close to someone and then *POOF* they are gone, it leaves a hole.

I drive by places we used to hang out and am sad.  I think about how involved DC was with my whole family and I am sad.  And to think DC is pretty much gone forever...that makes me sad.

So, here's my ode to you, DC.

You were loved
You were needed
You were there

RIP, Diet Coke.  See you on the flip side...

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


There are danish in the break room right now.

My office is next to the break room.

They are calling me.  (Can you hear it?)

I have drunk my protein shake AND eaten Greek yogurt, but the danish are telling me that I am still hungry.

Make it go away!


Sunday, August 4, 2013

Just Want Some D*mn Chips!


The BBQ chips on my kitchen counter are going to be the death of me!  I know that most of you have been there:  you have food in your house that you don't eat but the family does.  And you use your willpower (insert Superman stance here) to stay away from it. 

Then you think, "Maybe I could just have one.  One will give me that taste in my mouth and then I will feel better."

So you have one.

And you think, "Hmmm....I think that one was short on the flavoring.  Maybe I should try just ONE more."

So you have one more.  And then one more.  And then 19 more.

You close the bag, wash your hands (as if licking your fingers would be going too far), and sulk.  You did it again.  Superman powers and all, you cheated on your own willpower.

Sigh....not that this happened or anything (read with sarcasm).  Just a random thought for the day.  ;)

Friday, August 2, 2013

Yogurt, Chicken, or Tuna

The doors are opening....

The world is expanding...

I am up to eating yogurt and chicken or tuna salad!  The choir rejoices!

Seriously...after just's so good to put something else in my stomach.  Little bits, and small bites, but so good!

Tonight we try meatballs and pasta sauce!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Loving my Liquids!

So, I am back to the liquid diet phase because I was just filled and the doctor's office has a pretty strict 7 day program after a fill.

Umm...liquid diet kinda sucks.

Not only am I hungry....and I mean I could eat my arm off hungry, I am having some not so pleasant side effects with the fill/liquids.  I am having to relearn the tricks from when I was first banded; drinking slow, stopping before I feel full, spacing my intake.  Because I have quickly learned what happens when I don't.  And when one is at work, has 14 appointments in 7 hours, it's pretty tricky to schedule in emergency bathroom breaks.

But, the upside, I got on the scale today and 5 pounds down already!  Now that's motivation!  Today I can add soft foods; I have a container of cottage cheese that I am dying to dive into, as well as some "tuna in a packet" to take to work in case I get hungry between meals.

What's your go-to soft phase food?  I am looking for some new ideas!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Frighteningly Encouraged

Ok, peeps.  So today was the big day.  The trip back to the surgeon to see if I could get a fill.  And, I must admit, after some sweating palms, fast heartbeats, and tears (more mine than the doctors) everything came out awesome in the end!

Here's a little back story for those who might be new to the blog.

April 2012 ~ Megan gets lap-band!  Hurray!

June 2012 ~ Megan goes in for first check up and has lost about 10 pounds.  While she was hoping for more, the doctor is pleased with the 1-2 pounds a week.

July 2012 ~ Megan stumbles; the reality of lap-band and much more sets in.  She is diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.

October 2012 ~ Megan is back on her feet again (somewhat) and goes in for another fill.  Dr. hesitates.  Dr. thinks.  Dr declines to fill Megan because of her depression.  Dr. wants Megan to get depression completely under control before he will fill her.  Megan is sad.

April 2013 ~ Megan has been working with a therapist for a long time now, and they agree to set a goal of June to try and go back to the Dr for a fill.  The months are hard, and Megan stumbles here and there.

July 30, 2013  12:30PM~ Megan's therapist has agreed that it is ok to get a fill.  Megan goes to Dr for blood work and consultation with Dr.  Megan finds out that she has gained back 9 of the 16 pounds that she lost last year, BOO!  Dr. and Megan have a long (read hard) talk about the past year.  Dr. agrees to fill Megan with the condition that she comes back in two months and checks in!  Megan is elated!

July 30, 2013 1:30PM ~ Reality has set in a little for Megan.  She is a little scared.  Megan thinks she fears success, and wonders if she is setting herself up for failure again.  Megan is encouraged that the Dr. thinks that she is good to go, but is frightened at the same time.

Megan is done talking about Megan in the third person.  

So, that's where we are at.  I have been filled to 7CC's, although the Dr wavered at filling me to 8 based on the fluoroscope, he decided to leave it at 7 to start and move up to 8 at the end of September, if needed.  I am on to liquids for a few days, and since I didn't think he would actually do it, I am going to need to do some shopping for liquids, proteins, and soft foods!

Thank you to all who have been so encouraging this past year; it really has meant more than I can say.  I look forward to jumping back into this journey with two feet, and landing on solid ground.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Fine, I did it.

I took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed.  I was nervous.  My heart was beating fast.  The line seemed to ring forever.  They finally answered, "Kane Center for Bariatric Surgery."  I talked fast, anxious to just get the information out before I backed out, chickened out like I have been for the past two months.  The receptionist had a smile in her voice as she asked me to repeat myself.

"I haven't gotten a fill in about 10 months due to some issues, but I think it's time to come back."

"OK, then you will need some bloodwork done, an X-ray to insure the band is still in the right place, and an appointment with the surgeon."

Gulp.  I was hoping to just get an appointment with the physician's assistant so that I could kind of tip-toe back into the process.  But, nope, ain't gonna happen that way.

So, my first appointment back is set for July 30.  At 12:15PM.  This is good, right?  This is good.

It gives me a couple weeks to get back to liquids and soft foods, to come down off my Diet Coke addiction, to get back into the mid-frame that I am doing this not only for myself, but so that I am around a long time for my kids and husband.

So, fine, I will do this.  I will be brave.  I will be strong.  I am sure I will cry and kick and scream, but I will do this.