Saturday, September 20, 2008

20th September 2008

It's working!! ☺

Weight: 104.2kg ▼6.8kg

Bum: 123cm ▼ 5cm
Bust: 117cm ▼ 5cm
Tummy: 130cm ▼ 6cm
Waist: 102cm ▼ 9cm
L. Thigh: 72cm ▼ 1cm
R. Thigh: 70cm ▼ 1cm
L. Arm: 37½cm ▼ 1½cm
R.Arm: 37½cm ▼ 1½cm
L. Calf: 44cm ▼ 3cm
R. Calf: 44cm ▼ 3cm
Neck: 40cm ▼ 2cm

▼ 6.8kg & 38cm. Woo~Hoo!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The "obsession" with food still continues *hmmmph*

I guess one of the things I got my head around when I chose to go down the Lap Band road was that my love affair with food must come to an abrupt halt. The sheer fact that to me food = joy, rather than food = fuel. I gave myself repeated stern talkings to in the lead up to surgery that obsessing about food was going to be (dammit!) a thing of the past....yet here am I am on Day 7 post-op and I can't see there ever being a time that food won't be my obsession. Bit peeved about that. Now it's not because I just can't stop dreaming about how heavenly a piece of turkish toast laden with butter & vegemite would taste right now but because you so have to stop and T H I N K about everything that passes your lips and even more so when it passes your lips - so all winds up a bit of a logistical headache to be perfectly frank.

Yes, one has to remember to cease drinking ½ hr before eating and not to recommence till an hour or so afterwards, that alone does my brain in. I had my baby girl in hospital last night and was trying the tempt her with some boiled rice and without even thinking popped some in my mouth as to show her it was yum. THEN I remembered my lacky band and crapped myself! Never bolted to a bin so quickly in my life and spat something out - my 4 year old cracked up laughing because it all must have looked so funny ~ Mama putting a tiny bite of rice in her mouth, then panicing, then bolting to spit it out. Cheeky madam! So yeah things like that happen and it kinda scares me a bit. I wonder if people ever 'forget' they've got a band and just Go for Gold without really realising....? Anyway that's just spooked me a bit because it made me realise that from here on in anything that passes my lips will have to be a thought out decision, and in my eyes that kinda sucks as that sure takes a fair bit of spontainaity outta life hey?

So I'm on Day 8 now and deseperately trying not to be a SW (scale whore. LOL) Gets a bit stupid when you get on the bloody things every morning, leaves nothing to look forward to next Monday morning I reckon. Do I feel any different? No, not really. Have I noticed a difference in my clothes? Nah, being a SAHM and living in trakkies it'll take a while for me to notice I reckon. ROFL Already had one comment that I'm looking slimmer and this is from a chum that knows nothing about the surgery - so at least I know the comment is kosher and not just to pump me up. ;-)

Best fly and do some housework. Have 1000 steps left to do of my quota today, loving my pedometer!

Dan x

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Shit, a lot can change in 3 months hey?

Realised I'd cranked this up and thought easier to just add to it rather than do another one from scratch...

'Tis now end July and after going up another coupla kilos (yeah those TF shakes were realllllly good *insert rolling eyes*) decided to bite the bullet and hit the husband up for a lazy 6K and pick some poor bastard to whack a lacky band in my stomach. Said lacky band now in place and I'm sitting at about Day 9 post-op. I'll be bloody honest and say that this sure sounded like a much better idea a fortnight ago but in for a penny and all that old tosh hey?

Bit of info:

4 days after I turned 39 I was in hospital having Dr Roy Brancatisano from "Circle Of Care" (cheesy business name but top set-up!) whack a Lap-Band in me. The day of the OP was a bit of a shocker and was really only on about Day 5 I didn't feel like I needed to be so gingerly with it all - bloody still hurts though, make no mistake!! Took all the dressings off tonight (mmmm, there's a vision - DON'T hold that thought!) and seem to be healing up okay'ish but tonight my shoulder tip pain is the worst it's been since the procedure - bloody kills. Must say the box of Endone is winking at me but trying not to be all wussy and pop (read: crush) pills if I reallly don't have too.

Anyway some stats whilst I still remember them:

8th July - initial consult with CoC - 113.2kgs. (Farrrrrrk a duck!)

18th July - after Optiyuking in preparation for the surgery ~~~ ↓ to 110.4kgs

23rd July - Actual operation

28th July - Weigh in was ↓ to 108.4kgs

So yeah in 20 days neat I'd shaken 4.8kgs. Bit bloody happy with that just quietly!! 'Tis funny because if somebody said that to me I'd be piping up with "Oh yeah, sure it was fat.....if it's that much of course you're only losing water. Duh!" but knowing what had passed my lips since the 8th of July I would bet my house that I have really lost the weight - Christ how could one not?!

Shoulder tip pain doing me in so will scoot.....youngest daughter going in for tonsills/adenoids out tomorrow so bit sidetracked stressing with all that - keeps my mind off being hungry though (which I'm actually not) I guess hey?

Nice Chatting,


Tuesday, April 1, 2008


Well I'll just be talking to myself with this blog whatsidoodad - I figure it's easier than me being all cheesy and picking up a pen and writing in a diary. *groan*

In short I'm here to give myself a good dressing down for becoming such a lazy sloth. I have no effing idea how I let myself get so beastly (OK, coulda been the unlimited food and zip exercise) and up past 110kg but high time I took the bull by the horns and sorted it out.

It's funny I, like most other fattyboomstix people have had many a "lightbulb moment" where you think if you hold that thought you can do about anything. I've lost count of how many lightbulb moments I've had but the clincher came last weekend as I was feeling a tad sad about my Mothers 10 anniversary of her death creeping up. A smidge of history....

My Mum and I fought like cat and dog for the better part of my whole life really. She actually adopted me at 10 days old and despite all that I was hers and she was mine, I loved her as any daughter loves their mother. Then she died. Shit, that wasn't in the plan. :-( She was only 52 years old and had so much ahead of her. I was angry for a looooong time that she smoked and this inevitably led to her early death.........I was pissed off that with her smoking all her life this gave her lung/brain/spinal cancer and robbed me of my mother, I was just 30 years old. Then last weekend I had another "lightbulb moment" in relation to my weightloss plans (lottttts of thinking and v. little doing!) and I realised that what my Mum did to me I could essentially be doing to my daughters. Everytime Mum put a cancer stick in her mouth she was well aware of the dangers. Am I any different for eating like a pig and being morbidly obese and not looking after myself? Hell my kids are only 8 & 3½ too!! I got blood results back and amazing on how 4 sheets of A4 you can all but see your life flash before you. My cholesterol is through the roof, my anaemia is diabolical, and every other level that was measured was pretty crap. Push comes to shove I am 172cm tall and should weigh about of 31st March 2008 I weighed in at 111.0 ~~ jesus mary & joseph!!! I could carry my weight till about 90 kgs but the last 20kg just turned me into the classic 'fat chick' and I hate it. Didn't hate it enough clearly to stop shovelling whatever I wanted into my mouth at any time of the day, oops.

So that's where I'm at. I'm really hanging onto the thought about not doing to my kids what I felt Mum did to me. I felt she knew the risks and gambled, and subsequently lost, however I now know the risks of my obesity and I'm not making a poor choice like my Mum - I'm not 'gambling', my kids are too precious and too damn young!

In short I'll be as happy as a pig in whatsit if I can get to 90kgs...that truly would be my goal, even though it's still 20kg over where I technically should be. It's just that if I think of it like that I would have to lose about 40 kgs all up and quite simply that's too damn mega to even get my head around, I'll focus on 20 and shut up.

My plan? Ummm, dunno. Essentially just change from whatever I've been doing up till now, because clearly it's not worked. LOL I've bought the Tony Ferguson shakes for a bit of a laugh but moreso so I have somewhere to go each and every Monday to weigh-in...I really need that accountability I think. So yeah doing the meal replacement thingies morning and lunch and then just doing whatever I want for dinner. Push comes to shove I guess I would rather the journey took me 2 years rather than 7 months of pure hell IYKWIM? Slow and steady wins the race and my problem is 'head hunger' rather than actual hunger so I'm getting better at picking up on that.


Weight: 111.0

Height: 172cm

Bum: 128cm

Tummy: 136cm

Waist: 111cm

Thighs: 73cm

Arms: 39cm

Calf: 47cm

Neck: 40cm

Cripes, that's depressing. Oh well onwards and upwards hey?

C'mon Dano ~ you CAN do it!!! FFS just stick at something longer than 72 hours and do something about your deserve it, as do your babies!!!