Yes, I’m Failing


This is the part where I get to tell you that I’ve become totally complacent and I’m paying for it.  The holiday season is more than just nonstop eating of super rich tasty treats.  I know! I was surprised too.

Over the summer I was able to spend quite a bit of time outside. I’d take hikes, go fishing, and spend time camping.  I miss all of that fun.  I never thought about it as exercise. I haven’t gotten a lapband fill in a very long time and I’m sure that if I’d really been working with my band how I’m supposed to I would be at my goal. But I haven’t.

Drinking 60+ ounces of water a day? Nope
Getting 60+ grams of protein a day? Doubt it.
Exercise regularly? Not really.
Drink with meals? Most of the time.

See what I mean? Failure at each piece of the program.  Well call it a reason or call it an excuse it is what it is.  And Thursday I will take my first baby step back into the bandy fold. I’m getting a fill.

But the family holiday weekend is in a few days, you say? Yes.  I’ll still be on liquids when the rest of the family is gorging on Monica’s famous lasagna.  And I’ll still be on mushy foods when the other half of the family is digging into chicken fried steak that I’ll be making.  And you know what? I’m ok with all of that.  It’s the time spent with these people that I’m most looking forward too not the garlic breaded goodness or the gravy smothered beefyness.  Yah that’s it.  🙂


Yes, I’m Crazy

But it’s in a good way I promise.  I’ve been sitting on the sidelines watching a wildly crazy bunch of people frantically working toward a common goal for years now.  Why don’t I jump in and participate?  I’m a chicken sh*t.  Yes, I said it.  I am wildly afraid of not meeting goals for myself.  I have now finished my class this semester (grade to be determined still) and have yet to really figure out what I want to do next.  It is with this uncertainty that I have decided to join the other crazies in NaNoWriMo 2011 (National Novel Writing Month).

The goal of this endeavor is to write 50,000 words (or more) between November 1 and November 30 (yes, I know it’s only December).  The site lists a few steps to get started.  These are the ones that made me laugh… 6) This is not as scary as it sounds and 10) Win or lose, you rock for even trying.  How can you say no to something that even lists “you rock for even trying” in it’s directions?

I know it’s eleven months away but that just means I will have eleven months of OCD induced planning.  Remember I said that I was crazy?  I’m looking forward to this.  Now, off to start over-planning and freaking out.

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.