I am feeling very random today, so this post may seem all over the place. That's how I roll.
I have an appointment at my band doctor this Friday. Although it's not quite a year yet they want to go ahead and do all of my bloodwork. I was flirting with the idea of asking for a fill. I have only ever had 2 fills. I was sitting here saying to myself "Self, why are you not losing weight any more?? Could it be that you are able to eat way too much and you could possibly need a fill??"
Just after that conversation with myself I read
Lap Band Gal's post today. She included this
link. I had a bit of an ah-ha moment. Then I turned and looked right beside me at this...
Well helloooooo.....this is why your fatass isn't losing weight. Yes, that is a Baskin Robbins spoon you see on that table along with the bag of doritos and Peanut Butter M&M's.
I have been eating simply because I could. I stopped logging food and I stopped measuring. Co-winky-dink that this happened at the same time I stopped losing weight???? Um, I think not.
So, now I am not too sure I need a fill at all. I think I just need to get back to doing what was working.
The Rockstar and I are both on fall break this week. He is in the recording studio with his band all week. Part of me is happy to be home alone so I can actually clean the house properly. The other part of me gets pissy because I am here cleaning it by myself.
I am doing a closet purge tomorrow. I have a shit ton of stuff to get rid of. My friend is coming over to go through the stuff because her sister's house just burned to the ground and she is about the size of the stuff I am getting rid of.
Crap....The Boy just yelled at me from upstairs and asked me to go on a "date" with him tonight. He wants to take me to "Crack"er Barrel. Doesn't he know that I JUST said I am going to stop eating a bunch of crap??? I can't go to Cracker Barrel and not have a yummy biscuit or corn muffin. What to do....what to do????
Don't do it.
Yes, do it.
No, you will regret it.
But The Boy wants to take you on a date, you can't say no to him. Do it.
That's a load of shit. The Boy just wants you to go so you will pay. Don't it.
Oh dont say that about my sweet boy. He loves his mama. Do it.
Please excuse the random voices talking out loud on my blog.
Harleigh got her first haircut today!!! She was NOT a good girl and strangely I think from now on when I call to make her an appointment they may say they are already booked up. She may be a brat, but she's a cute brat :)