tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351305352008-07-16T16:22:24.372-07:00Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-36383369757411778492008-06-12T11:39:00.000-07:002008-06-12T11:48:01.765-07:00

259.0 You deserve more of a post than this, and I'll get one up soon. I have maintained for this last month, in light of everything I've had going on and I'm calling it good! You can follow more at my pink toes.

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-29928303597802117472008-06-04T11:46:00.000-07:002008-06-12T11:46:57.161-07:00

Sitting here, looking at websites, wasting time really. Now, I don�??t think that looking at websites is always wasting time �?? I have many that I check frequently and dearly love �?? but if I�??m repeatedly clicking �??refresh�?? at Bloglines, I know I�??m avoiding doing something else. I need to get deeper into what it is that I�??m avoiding. I have plenty to do, and plenty that I want to do. Then why don

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-24514945896860123542008-05-15T11:41:00.000-07:002008-06-12T11:42:30.956-07:00

As has been my (unfortuntate) custom, my blog has been quiet while the rest of my life has been very very busy. My mom was in the ICU for a few days (Good news: she did not have a heart attack and her heart is healthy. Bad news: she has atrial fibrillation, serious GI issues and a rogue ovary �?? all of which will require a long series of invasive testing and/or surgeries in the future). In

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-84895640372511432602008-05-06T18:08:00.000-07:002008-05-06T20:46:11.958-07:00

�?�can be wonderful�??, according to Mae West. Unfortunately, too much of a good thing can also be dangerous. As in having way too much fill in your Lap-Band. I thought that maybe I had too much, but soldiered on, hoping I was wrong �?? hoping I�??d just settle into the fill and things would adjust. Unfortunately, it progressed to the point that I was sleeping many nights in a chair because if I slept

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-28591163311185832642008-04-30T10:40:00.000-07:002008-05-06T19:28:03.216-07:00

1. You burn a LOT more calories per minute walked than skinny people. 2. You can drink 2 glasses of wine with hardly any effect. 3. Your father does not find you attractive in the least.

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-66213197602699297652008-04-26T13:53:00.000-07:002008-05-06T18:14:05.377-07:00

Why I decided to take and post pics today, with no makeup and a shiny face is a little beyond me, but I did - so, here they are. I always love looking at other people's progress pics - I can see the changes and love to scrutinize the side-by-side comparisons. But when it comes to my own, I loathe them. It's not that I don't like to post photos of myself - I don't even flinch from posting

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-42122488868985661692008-04-21T22:23:00.000-07:002008-04-21T23:37:28.776-07:00

I have finally figured out that I am one of the (few, I think...) Bandsters who never experience "true" restriction: you know, the kind we were all hoping for when we had this done, the kind that says "you're full!" just before you PB, the kind that controls your portion size for you. Also, the Band is supposed to make it darn-near impossible to eat bready/starchy foods and even some uncooked

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-33060131292862329782008-04-16T22:04:00.000-07:002008-04-16T22:21:59.730-07:00

Well, cutting my portions in half is finally working. The scale has been at 263 for the last 4 days, so I�??ll finally take that number as �??real�??. It has taken a very long time to get here �?? especially since I already blipped here once, but I'm glad I finally made it.I'm continuing with the brisk walking. It alone didn't seem to make a shred of difference on the scale, sadly, but I know in the

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-62664750423315114212008-04-09T14:22:00.000-07:002008-04-16T22:59:55.388-07:00

Half a Protein Bar Sigh. It's come to this.I'm still struggling to shed the weight I want to. I'm walking (briskly) regularly, tracking my food carefully (birthday cake, Jitterbugs, and all) - and never going over my "recommended" daily intake, and I've given up eating after 7pm. Still, the scale Does Not Move. Rather, it does move, but in a bizarre pattern: it plunges down 4 pounds,

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-62312816316872757692008-04-07T22:53:00.000-07:002008-04-07T23:03:45.774-07:00

I actually bought a jogging stroller much to Peter's delight I blame Jenny. Of course, it�??s a bit more complicated than that. I�??ve known for a very long time that I needed to get into a regular exercise program. Not only for my weight loss, but also for my health. The year before I got pregnant with Peter (which was 2003 �?? seems an eon ago...), I was very regular at my local Curves �??

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-62354081967393921072008-03-09T22:25:00.000-07:002008-03-10T00:12:16.101-07:00

It takes a little time sometimes To get your feet back on the ground It takes a little time sometimes To get the Titanic turned back around It takes a little time sometimes But Baby, you're not going down It takes more than you've got right now But just give it, give it time. Amy Grant "It Takes a Little Time" This song has been running through my head lately. It seems a fitting theme to my

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-49151616161261792072008-02-25T20:30:00.000-08:002008-02-26T11:11:11.692-08:00

So I went in for a fill today. I was up 5 pounds. Truthfully, for how bad this last month has been, I got off easy. That and it�??s my monthly-bloating time, so the damage may not even be a whole 5 pounds. But still, 5 pounds up is NOT where I should be going. That only makes me about 12 pounds down since LAST AUGUST. I have debated whether or not to go in and finally bit the bullet and

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-70125026638777964052008-02-13T16:54:00.000-08:002008-02-13T16:55:08.655-08:00

First, walk in late. Second, be just under 6 feet tall. And fat. Third, proudly wear an "Obama '08" button because you are high on the adrenaline from the caucus and feel like it's important to be integrated in your whole life. Think, misguidedly, that wearing the button is a step toward this kind of integration. Fourth, listen to a main point in the sermon about how people are feeling

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-59816185051886153232008-02-13T16:52:00.000-08:002008-02-13T16:54:05.811-08:00

I'm posting more at my "regular" blog. I have lots I want to say here, but for some reason it isn't coming as easily. You can check me out at "my pink toes" in the meantime.

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-55356377686313322752008-01-28T19:25:00.000-08:002008-01-28T19:36:33.705-08:00

I was up the first half of the night with Peter, who threw up six times (the first of which tagged the comforter, the sheets, the pillow, the bedskirt, and the wall - pooling into a giant, disgusting swamp on the floor.) Dave gave Peter a bath and I cleaned the room. I then offered to take the rest of the night, as Henry had the same thing on Friday night and the Amazing Dave got up every time,

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-49013529420988468872008-01-17T16:17:00.001-08:002008-01-17T16:35:30.735-08:00

Through some good debriefing and therapy, I figured out (at least some of) the source of the recent depression I went through and the scary alcohol cravings. This season, this last set of holidays from Thanksgiving till December, is the first one I have done differently. I mean really differently �?? wholly, from-my-heart, at-my-core differently. In my family (and therefore in my head) the

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-27580526639686741492008-01-08T21:06:00.000-08:002008-01-08T21:13:35.350-08:00

I was not doing well for a few days there. I felt horrible �?? the bronchitis/laryngitis was awful. But I also had a big wave of apathy. And a huge craving for large amounts of alcohol. In addition, my libido was down to ZERO. Which, if you know me, is extremely unusual. I�??m not sure where all this came from�?�. The after-holidays blues? I can�??t think of any particular incident or thing that

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-19774534089887851692008-01-01T22:05:00.000-08:002008-01-08T21:13:55.463-08:00

No, not by any overwhelming incident, or gift (although the gifts were amazingly generous and heartfelt, and we did have a Christmas Eve ER incident�?�more on that later), but speechless because of laryngitis. I felt it coming on and thought I had staved it off with a couple of days of rest and then an actual, full-on, watch-the-entire-second- season-of-Arrested-Development-because-I�??m-so-sick day

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-64413364304258993422007-12-15T21:05:00.000-08:002007-12-15T21:40:11.841-08:00

Henry and Peter sit on Santa's lap Watch the video here. My children are so charming that they were on TV the other night. Well, OK, so the story wasn't actually about them, it was about the cool Santa with whome we get our yearly photos taken. We just happened to be the first in line when Evening Magazine finished their interview with him (he grows his own real beard every year and is such

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-4267620590913493832007-12-04T11:02:00.001-08:002007-12-04T11:18:04.912-08:00

...where having two blogs seems very artificial. For the most part, I'm very glad to have two blogs as to not make my main blog all about weight issues (and it has a slightly different readership, some of whom I don't really want reading this blog). But when my father-in-law had emergency quadruple-bypass surgery, it seemed bizarre. How can I post blithely about eating and bites and swallowing

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-20533318024974757252007-11-14T23:45:00.000-08:002007-11-14T23:57:46.957-08:00

I had another fill today. This brings me up to 8.5 in my Band. At the office, I was down to 277.4, a loss of 2.5 pounds since my last fill 3 weeks ago. So things seem to finally be moving. I've decided to use the clinic weight as my "official" weight, because our scale here seems to be a bit flaky. The scales at the clinic are finely calibrated to 1/10th of a pound, so I'm going to use those

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-41154956034140404002007-11-12T20:08:00.000-08:002007-11-12T21:11:40.321-08:00

I had an appointment with my beloved PCP today. With all of my health problems, I was amazed that I hadn't been in to see her since August. Sadly, I have only lost 3 pounds since then. *sigh* She is so awesome and is the one who encouraged me to get this surgery in the first place. She truly cares about me and takes time to listen to me. She is going to help with the insurance debacle, and

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-45653306193518311182007-11-09T22:31:00.000-08:002007-11-09T22:44:31.830-08:00

So I�??ve been binging this week. It�??s been rough, but it�??s also made me really appreciate my band. I can still eat 4 pieces of candy and some popcorn, but I can no longer eat half a loaf of bread toasted with peanut butter. It took me a while to realize what was going on. This is such familiar territory for me: eating instead of feeling. I was so disconnected from my feelings that I was numb

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-10710691792569072952007-11-03T23:04:00.000-07:002007-11-03T23:11:20.974-07:00

Well, since I last wrote anything of substance about it, I have had two fills. And boy, have they finally made a difference. I know I�??ve said it before, but I really truly finally feel restriction. How do I know this time is �??the real deal�??? FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, I have thrown up for eating too much (not just eating too fast, or not chewing enough). It was last weekend at a soccer party

Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02538768653727516695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35130535.post-89303815222021348822007-11-02T23:48:00.000-07:002007-11-03T23:09:16.158-07:00

Ok, so not her actual bra, but one that was deemed favorite enough to be given out in a frenzy at one of her shows. It was picked out for me when I finally went for a bra fitting today. I�??ve lost enough weight (40ish pounds) that the girls were looking a bit lost in my old bras. The final straw was when Dave asked me why my sweater had a funny crease in it and we determined it had nothing to

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