For the love of...

Pizza....tonight my topic is my love of pizza.  The warm, buttery, crispy crust as it burst with flavor into a million little pieces in my mouth...the strong, smooth, and spicy tomato-basil sauce as it flows over my tongue, and the gooey, greasy, stringy cheese that begs to be slurped like a noodle.  Love it.  Love it all.

Tonight, amidst the storms that raged across Chicagoland, I picked up some Lou Malnati's, worlds best pizza.  EVER.  (they ship for people who want to try it themselves).  I took dinner to my parent's house as a substitution for the BBQ that we were supposed to have, and was giddy as a fat kid who was handed a whole chocolate cake and a fork.  But the moment I started to eat it, I got FGG.  I know most of you have had it at some time, no?  FGG?  Fat Girl Guilt?  That little voice that say "Everyone is looking at you, Megan.  Everyone is watching you eat that and thinking how gross it is."  Was anyone actually saying that?  Hell, no!  But that didn't stop me from feeling it, hence I stopped eating.  I waited until I got home, and consumed probably double what I would have if I had just eaten there....FGG Syndrome....it sucks...

I haven't told my family about Lap Band yet...since I am still in the beginning stages and have at least 6 months to go, I figure I have a little time...When did you tell your family?  How did they react?

And there goes my Friend

Today I said good-bye to a good friend.  I cannot even remember when our relationship started, maybe college?  We were buddies, we were pals.  He was there when no one else one.  He popped up every where, and always knew how to cool me off.

Yes, I said good-bye to Mr. Diet Cook.  (Sobbing a little).  My surgeon told me it was time, and I finally bit the bullet and did it.  Ugg...can we talk about the emotional withdrawal?  I know, one would think the caffeine headache would be the main focus, but it is the comfort of that silver and red label.  My friend, what I did with my hands when I was nervous.  I get that it's all about learning new habits, but this one is going to be TOUGH!

On another note, I spoke with the hospital today and we are starting to set up all my appointments.  Maria told me that if I was able to get an appointment with a nutritionalist in the next two weeks that I could still get this done this year.  (I have BCBS of Illinois which requires a 6 month diet, grrr).  But, 6 months, that's not long at all....and what a way to start 2012!!!!

6 months and counting!

Today I took a major step in my life.  I went to a doctor.  And I HATE doctors.  But this doctor is going to help me in a way that no other can.  He is going to put some plastic in me.  And it's magically going to make me loose weight.  Cool, right?  (this is you, Huh?) 

Ok, so, maybe it's a little more complicated like that.  It's more like LapBand Surgery.  Yup....I'm doing it.  It's time.  I am done.  I am ready to move on to the next phase of my life.  I am ready to not weigh 324 pounds.  Yup.  Gross, right?

I attended a seminar a few weeks ago, and tonight was my first consultation with the surgeon.  Thanks to sucky BlueCrossBlueShield of Illinois I will have a 6 month wait period where I will undergo nutritional counseling (as if I didn't know that plain eggs were better for me than a Sausage McMuffin), a psych eval (this I might not pass), and other random tests.  Then, come December or January, I will begin a whole nother journey.  And I cannot wait weight!

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