Three Years Post-op!!!

Three Year Band-iversary!!!

Today is the three year anniversary of my lap band surgery (Band-iversary if you will).  I have kept a log of my journey in numbers.  Numbers don’t lie.

Three years ago I was 250 pounds, I wore a size 24 pant with XXL shirts, and had a BMI of 41.6 classifying me as a morbidly obese adult woman.  I couldn’t walk up a hill let alone stairs without feeling sweaty and like my heart was in overdrive.  I made sure that all of my tops were larger than necessary to help camouflage my body.  Where I used to have a nice hour-glass shape I was more of an apple with a small indention where a waist might have been.  It was not uncommon for me to secretly eat an entire fast food meal on the way home from work just in time to make dinner at home and eat again.  I am not proud of these things but I know that I am not the only person to have found myself in this situation.

Fast-forward to today.  I weigh 162 pounds and have a BMI of 26 (25 is considered “healthy”).  I can fit into a size 10 but am more comfortable in a 12.  I wear medium sized shirts.  I can not only walk up stairs and feel fine I have been caught running up stairs at work.  I am proud of how I look.  I am conscious of how I carry myself now and wouldn’t even think of trying to blend into the background.  I no longer sneak food.

Do not be fooled into thinking that a Lap Band is an easy answer.  It is far from it.  The dark side of these surgeries isn’t told unless you know where to look.  I’ll let you in on some secrets.

I have a hard time eating certain textures.  If meat is too firm my stomach cannot tolerate it and it is coughed up.  Any food that “puffs” up in my stomach is also coughed up.  So there’s bread and most rice.  I am not using the term “coughed up” as a delicate way of saying that I throw up or puke.  It is a similar action but not exactly correct.  The offending food does not make it into the part of my stomach that houses stomach acid.  So it comes up in about the same form as it went down.  Think of it as a lap-bander hair ball of sorts.  It has taken me a long time to not force the issue.  If a food is a no-no it’s a no-no and there’s no forcing it to work.

One of the lap band rules is no drinking while eating or for an hour after finishing a meal.  If this rule is ignored it also leads to a fun trip to the bathroom.  Except this is not to cough something up it’s to slime for a while.  Yah, sexy I know.  Picture this; you have food in the top stomach pouch (the one that is made by cinching the band around the stomach) waiting it’s turn to drop into the main part of the stomach and all of a sudden you flood this area with water.  It has no where to go but up.  You have essentially backed up the sink.

There are more things but these are the main issues I had the hardest time learning.

How do I live like this? Easily.  Like anything it just takes getting used to.  I love how I feel and would never change my decision to have Lap Band surgery.

I’ve lost the equivalent of a baby calf’s weight!

Double Whammy Good Day!

I know it’s super early but it’s a good day!  Today is my bandiversary!  One year ago today I was making my way to the operating room to start my new journey.  I have to take my measurements but I promise I’ll post them here over the weekend. 

I met my goal!  I was really close to not making it though.  A month of 202.2 and finally yesterday (just to tease) I was greeted with 200.0 (super tease)!  Then today…

One-derland Baby!

Seriously!?! Do you see the sun rays from above? I cannot believe it actually happened… on time even!  Even with having to have revision surgery I went from 249 to 199 in one year.  I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  I’ll post numbers later.  Off to  bask in my special day!

Goal in Black and White


Not there yet but a goal is made!

I really hate making goals with time limits.  Just so much pressure!  I am already super tough on myself if I don’t succeed so I try to avoid setting myself up for failure.  Yet something is pushing me to do it just this one time.

This month is my bandiversary.  It will be one year since I was joined as one with Fickelbitch.  Granted the port on her tail didn’t start working right until January when it was replaced.  I guess I could try to get away with calling January my bandiversary but that just seems sneaky.

So, here’s my goal in black and white.  I will find my way to One-derland before my bandiversary (9/30).  There, it’s out in the open.  Now, I just need to start busting butt to get there.  I have plans for that though, my friends.  I’ll let you in on that plan next week.