I got a fill yesterday. I am at 9.5ccs out of a possible 11ccs. I think it may be the fill that gets me to my sweet spot. The magical fill that gets me to the point of remembering that I can't eat large portions, fast, for 6 meals a day.
Actually I started noticing with my last fill and things with vastly different textures were difficult to eat. I also noticed that I needed to slow way down when I ate. Things like a nice juice burger with a big fluffy bun would stick. Painfully stick the first time. After trial and error (I was determined to eat that burger, somehow) I found that the textures were too different. No matter how much a chewed, they never got to the same consistency for me to swallow. My wonderfully moist, flavorful banana bread got stuck too. It would go down after much chewing, but the texture was such that it would hang up painfully at my band. I still haven't figured out how to rectify that one. The only thing that I can think of, is making it more dry and I certainly don't want that.
Last night for dinner I had mashed, loose sweet potatoes with chicken gravy. I ate this for lunch also today. I had probably 3/4 cup potato and about 1/4 cup gravy and it fills me up. Almost too full today. I think I was so hungry that I let myself eat to fast. Tonight is roasted tomato soup. Don't tell Pete, but I simmer down onions, carrots and peppers and they get blended so he doesn't even know they're there. I'll add some Italian sausage and crusty bread for him. For me, some cheese stirred in for protein.
I'm down a pound from yesterday. I ran yesterday morning and it felt great to be back at the gym after almost a month of not being able to workout. But I took Benedryl last night to combat allergies and I slept through my alarm. But I'm going tomorrow and both days this weekend. Monday I'm going to return to doing Body Pump twice a week along with running. I feel the best and the strongest with I combine cardio and strength workouts in the same week.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
197.8; I'm still alive
I'm here. Alive and well. I took a 2 week hiatus for a much needed vacation. I need to remind myself that checking out of life to relax and recharge is very important. I feel must better prepared to deal with whatever is going on in life when I do this regularly.
Firstly. The tooth is must better. Holy crap you guys, I never knew how bad that freaking tooth really was until it didn't hurt anymore. Now I just have to get a crown or a fill and all is good.
Secondly and more importantly. I AM IN ONEDERLAND!!!!!! I believe the non eating thing from the tooth got me over the hump from the 200's to the 100'. However, as Pete pointed out, that is not a good diet plan. I made ONEDERLAND on 8/23/12 and sung my happiness all over my Facebook account. And interestingly enough, even after a week of vacation and eating lots of good food and only running tiwce & walking the rest of the days...I stayed in the 100's. I was a shocked as anyone to come back to my real life last weekend and see that the scale was still under 200.
My reward for staying under 200 for a week is coming up. I'm going to get a small red heart tattoo'd on the inside of my ring finger, just where my ring naturally sits. Then I want to get some swirls tattoo'd in what they call a "white". Something that appears on my skin like this one. I want it there so I know it. but only revealed to people should I want to reveal it.
If you'd like to see my vacation or anything that tickles my photo fancy, check out my Instagram @ Instagram - Shevy. I took lots of photos and that's really how I documented my vacation. I'm obsessed with following people on Instagram. Really. I spend hours looking at the wonderful things that people can do with their phones on that app.
Today I go in for a possible fill of my band. I'm not sure what will happen, given my weight loss. I've found that I can't eat a hamburger with a bun. Something about the textures of the meat and the bun being too different makes them get stuck at the band. And banana bread gets stuck for me too. I think because it's so moist.
Firstly. The tooth is must better. Holy crap you guys, I never knew how bad that freaking tooth really was until it didn't hurt anymore. Now I just have to get a crown or a fill and all is good.
Secondly and more importantly. I AM IN ONEDERLAND!!!!!! I believe the non eating thing from the tooth got me over the hump from the 200's to the 100'. However, as Pete pointed out, that is not a good diet plan. I made ONEDERLAND on 8/23/12 and sung my happiness all over my Facebook account. And interestingly enough, even after a week of vacation and eating lots of good food and only running tiwce & walking the rest of the days...I stayed in the 100's. I was a shocked as anyone to come back to my real life last weekend and see that the scale was still under 200.
My reward for staying under 200 for a week is coming up. I'm going to get a small red heart tattoo'd on the inside of my ring finger, just where my ring naturally sits. Then I want to get some swirls tattoo'd in what they call a "white". Something that appears on my skin like this one. I want it there so I know it. but only revealed to people should I want to reveal it.
If you'd like to see my vacation or anything that tickles my photo fancy, check out my Instagram @ Instagram - Shevy. I took lots of photos and that's really how I documented my vacation. I'm obsessed with following people on Instagram. Really. I spend hours looking at the wonderful things that people can do with their phones on that app.
Today I go in for a possible fill of my band. I'm not sure what will happen, given my weight loss. I've found that I can't eat a hamburger with a bun. Something about the textures of the meat and the bun being too different makes them get stuck at the band. And banana bread gets stuck for me too. I think because it's so moist.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
201.2: Toofer Update
I'm sitting in my dark office and only half of my face has feeling in it.
By last night I couldn't stand the pain from my tooth. Clearly and antibiotics were not helping it because that was day 7 and it was only getting worse, not better. The pain was so bad that my Tylenol 3 for my TMJ didn't even touch the pain. I think I slept about 20 minutes at a time and woke up with pain and throbbing each time.
So this morning I called the dentist and was disappointed that I couldn't get in until 1:30. Then then my phone rang at 9:15 and I was told that if I could get there by 9:30, they'd see me. So I ran, err drove quickly there. The dentist took an extra, looked at the tooth and commiserated with me. Apparently it was a bad cavity that had pulp showing and was all the way to my root.
So I was off to the endodontist to get a root canal that should put me out of my misery. Only remember, I have TMJ? Take your index and middle finger and turn them sideways. Then open your teeth and stick them in. If you can fit both fingers in, you're a normal female. I'm not. Turn those two fingers back, but stick them on top of each other. That's about how far I can open...on a good day.
The whole way to the endodontist I struggled with anxiety that reaches a panic attack. Will I have enough room for the endodontist to work? Will it be a big man with big hands or a small woman with petite fingers? I try lots of things to get me through this, mostly I self talk about how it will be ok. How we will both do the best we can. How they're not going to be mad for my small opening.
I got to the office and in the chair and my anxiety loomed over me like a huge shadow on a sunny day. I met the endodontist and he was so nice and caring. It put me at ease. But then he started the root canal. And I tense up, I get hot, I do a lot of negative self talk and my face gets white. The assistant keeps asking if I'm ok and I recognize that as my cue to relax. I start trying to visualize my back yard and the soft feel of Nico's fur. The sun on my face and the wind over my skin. I do a lot of imagery talk to take me away from what is going on and somehow the 45 minutes passes and I am done.
It's about 3 hours and the Novocaine is wearing off. My tooth is aching from the work done on it. My jaw has muscle spasms that are painful. My forehead is tense because the muscles up there are spasming also. I can also feel all the tendons and connective tissues in my neck getting sore from over extending my opening for so long.
But the throbbing tooth? It's gone. Well, that's not true. It's throbbing, but from work, not from unknown pain. And I'm hopeful with a little rest and relaxation tonight that I can spend my vacation virtually pain free.
By last night I couldn't stand the pain from my tooth. Clearly and antibiotics were not helping it because that was day 7 and it was only getting worse, not better. The pain was so bad that my Tylenol 3 for my TMJ didn't even touch the pain. I think I slept about 20 minutes at a time and woke up with pain and throbbing each time.
So this morning I called the dentist and was disappointed that I couldn't get in until 1:30. Then then my phone rang at 9:15 and I was told that if I could get there by 9:30, they'd see me. So I ran, err drove quickly there. The dentist took an extra, looked at the tooth and commiserated with me. Apparently it was a bad cavity that had pulp showing and was all the way to my root.
So I was off to the endodontist to get a root canal that should put me out of my misery. Only remember, I have TMJ? Take your index and middle finger and turn them sideways. Then open your teeth and stick them in. If you can fit both fingers in, you're a normal female. I'm not. Turn those two fingers back, but stick them on top of each other. That's about how far I can open...on a good day.
The whole way to the endodontist I struggled with anxiety that reaches a panic attack. Will I have enough room for the endodontist to work? Will it be a big man with big hands or a small woman with petite fingers? I try lots of things to get me through this, mostly I self talk about how it will be ok. How we will both do the best we can. How they're not going to be mad for my small opening.
I got to the office and in the chair and my anxiety loomed over me like a huge shadow on a sunny day. I met the endodontist and he was so nice and caring. It put me at ease. But then he started the root canal. And I tense up, I get hot, I do a lot of negative self talk and my face gets white. The assistant keeps asking if I'm ok and I recognize that as my cue to relax. I start trying to visualize my back yard and the soft feel of Nico's fur. The sun on my face and the wind over my skin. I do a lot of imagery talk to take me away from what is going on and somehow the 45 minutes passes and I am done.
It's about 3 hours and the Novocaine is wearing off. My tooth is aching from the work done on it. My jaw has muscle spasms that are painful. My forehead is tense because the muscles up there are spasming also. I can also feel all the tendons and connective tissues in my neck getting sore from over extending my opening for so long.
But the throbbing tooth? It's gone. Well, that's not true. It's throbbing, but from work, not from unknown pain. And I'm hopeful with a little rest and relaxation tonight that I can spend my vacation virtually pain free.
Monday, August 20, 2012
202.6; Sinus or Tooth?
A week ago I had such a headache after work. I woke up Tuesday morning with a migraine of sorts on the right side of my head. I spent all day in bed resting and took my migraine meds. However, none of it helped. Wednesday I woke up and my teeth were throbbing, my cheek felt like it would explode and the pressure in my head was enormous.
I went to the local minute clinic and found that my temp was almost 100 and I likely had a bad sinus infection. So home again with antibiotics, soup and mucinex. I spent the day resting, taking the meds and still no relief from the throbbing. Thursday brought more of the same. I hoped with with everything that Friday would bring 48 hours of meds and some painless days. But it wasn't to be.
Friday Pete rode the bike with the trailer down to the last campout. I took the suv and the pup as company. All weekend my cheek throbbed and it felt like someone had punched me. Yesterday morning Pete filled my suv full of things and I drove the 2.5 hours home. Only to shower off any allergens from being outside and head to bed. My cheek felt better, but my teeth were still hurting.
Today is day 6 of antibiotics. My head feels less clogged. But my toofers? They're still a hurtin'. The glands in my neck? They're still big and sore. My cheek and jaw still feel like I got slugged in a wicked girl fight.
So now my question is this? Is this a sinus infection gone horribly wrong? Or is it a tooth gone horribly wrong?
Either way, as you can tell, I'm up from 200 to 202. Working out with throbbing body parts isn't advised, it makes them throb more.
I went to the local minute clinic and found that my temp was almost 100 and I likely had a bad sinus infection. So home again with antibiotics, soup and mucinex. I spent the day resting, taking the meds and still no relief from the throbbing. Thursday brought more of the same. I hoped with with everything that Friday would bring 48 hours of meds and some painless days. But it wasn't to be.
Friday Pete rode the bike with the trailer down to the last campout. I took the suv and the pup as company. All weekend my cheek throbbed and it felt like someone had punched me. Yesterday morning Pete filled my suv full of things and I drove the 2.5 hours home. Only to shower off any allergens from being outside and head to bed. My cheek felt better, but my teeth were still hurting.
Today is day 6 of antibiotics. My head feels less clogged. But my toofers? They're still a hurtin'. The glands in my neck? They're still big and sore. My cheek and jaw still feel like I got slugged in a wicked girl fight.
So now my question is this? Is this a sinus infection gone horribly wrong? Or is it a tooth gone horribly wrong?
Either way, as you can tell, I'm up from 200 to 202. Working out with throbbing body parts isn't advised, it makes them throb more.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
201.6: Band Update
I went in yesterday to the bariatric center. Have I told you all about my doctor? Her name is Dr July. Really. She's the perfect doctor in my opinion. She listens. She remembers you and asks about things you talked about last time. She takes what you say seriously and considers it. And she smiles. I'll be attending monthly appointments for the first year of the band; through March 2013.
My visits start with the NP bringing me back to be weighed. Yesterday my weight there was 202.3. My scale differs from theirs. Actually it may not, but I am usually about 3 pounds heavier on their scale. Now that I think about it, it's likely because I'm clothed at the doctor's office. I had lost only 3 pounds from last month. Then it's the normal blood pressure (105/52 which is normal for me) and pulse check.
The NP asks me about the last month: How has my eating been? How many cups can I eat at a meal? How much water do I drink? How much do I exercise? Any issues with the band? Any food getting stuck? Then he asks me if I think I need a fill. My answer is always yes, at least it always has been. My criteria for this is that I can eat more an 1.5 cups of food at a meal and that my weight isn't going down further than a couple of pounds a month. Their criteria for a fill is much like mine.
After that, Dr July comes in to talk. She asks similar questions and then decides how much to put in. In the past it's been 1 or 2 ccs. This fill was for .5 cc. I am now up to 9cc out of a possible 11cc.
I do feel some restriction in how I eat, but not much. I feel fuller faster, but still can eat 2 cups. My goal is to feel some restriction when I eat to remind me to stop. My other goal is to get fuller way faster.
I'm on a liquid diet for 2 days and soft for 2 days after that to let any irritation with the band resolve it's self. Last night I had soup for dinner and ate about 1/2 the can before I was full. This morning I had a cup of yogurt and that's lasted me until lunch time. My lunch is again soup. The real test will be when I can eat normally again and see if I'm feeling restriction and fuller faster.
My visits start with the NP bringing me back to be weighed. Yesterday my weight there was 202.3. My scale differs from theirs. Actually it may not, but I am usually about 3 pounds heavier on their scale. Now that I think about it, it's likely because I'm clothed at the doctor's office. I had lost only 3 pounds from last month. Then it's the normal blood pressure (105/52 which is normal for me) and pulse check.
The NP asks me about the last month: How has my eating been? How many cups can I eat at a meal? How much water do I drink? How much do I exercise? Any issues with the band? Any food getting stuck? Then he asks me if I think I need a fill. My answer is always yes, at least it always has been. My criteria for this is that I can eat more an 1.5 cups of food at a meal and that my weight isn't going down further than a couple of pounds a month. Their criteria for a fill is much like mine.
After that, Dr July comes in to talk. She asks similar questions and then decides how much to put in. In the past it's been 1 or 2 ccs. This fill was for .5 cc. I am now up to 9cc out of a possible 11cc.
I do feel some restriction in how I eat, but not much. I feel fuller faster, but still can eat 2 cups. My goal is to feel some restriction when I eat to remind me to stop. My other goal is to get fuller way faster.
I'm on a liquid diet for 2 days and soft for 2 days after that to let any irritation with the band resolve it's self. Last night I had soup for dinner and ate about 1/2 the can before I was full. This morning I had a cup of yogurt and that's lasted me until lunch time. My lunch is again soup. The real test will be when I can eat normally again and see if I'm feeling restriction and fuller faster.
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