|This is not me holding the fat or the brick.|
After my 40 minute workout at the Wellness Center today, I weighed myself. I am down another eight (8) pounds. I couldn’t believe it at first. So I stepped off the scale and started over. Still read eight pounds. Awesome. I then took off on another walk around town and to get my mail.
It’s a bit amusing how yesterday I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking I wasn’t losing anything at all. I was even contemplating calling my surgeon’s office to see if I could come in earlier than September 19th to get another fill.
But this morning when I ate or drank my breakfast of a blueberry smoothie and no flavor protein powder with 1% milk, I was really full from that. I had a teeny tiny bit of roasted chili flavored hummus with a few pieces of dried french bread bits and I barely could get that down before I got one tiny piece stuck. Again. That pain is awful let me tell you non-bandsters. It’s a deep deep annoying pain. It felt like it was stuck right underneath my bra band. And because I drank/ate that around 1030 this morning, I did not bother to have anything other than 128 ounces of ice cold water for my lunch.
It is almost 1600 now and I just ate one slice of Swiss cheese and one small raw piece of cauliflower. I downed another 32 ounces of ice cold water and I am very satisfied. I was told that I am to sip my zero calorie drinks but I have never been known to sip anything. I guzzle.