Today I volunteered at my job for overtime and worked from 8am to 4pm. We were very busy. I would never consider going to a casino on Christmas day but to others, this was their form of entertainment I guess.
My lap band is still working wonders. I came home exhausted from my shift to find a delicious Czech meal prepared by my mother… only to find that my lap band not wanting to cooperate and allow me to eat any of the dumplings or sauerkraut or even any of the Pooh chops.
Even hours after the fact, my band was still tight. But not too tight as I managed to get some Corn Chex down with some hot mint tea with honey.
But my pants are getting big again and who wouldn’t be happy with that as 2013 is ending??? And some coats/jackets/hoodies that I couldn’t fit into several years ago are now loose on me too. Knock on wood!
This crazy lap band actually has been a success for me! But not without a lot of hard work on my own end too.
I’ve stuck to a golden rule at my job though… either strictly drinking water or an occasional unsweetened black tea (with ice) to keep me awake. And I’m picking to eat things like oranges and apples … I eat a lot of green and purple grapes, fresh kiwi in vanilla yogurt too ….sticking to the basics that go down well and that actually give me energy.
I am on my feet almost all of my 8-hours so I do a lot of that and talking and laughing. A lot. I still have to pinch myself at times that I get good pay for doing all of the above. I would never have been able to stand nearly 8-hours two years or more ago. Or keep up with my much younger coworkers either.
And a week ago, I moved out of my Tyndall home to my new home in Springfield. It’s been exactly one week. I do not take residency until January 1st though but it’s good to be back in my hometown and “local.” However, I must share this… I picked an apartment that is now on the 2nd floor.
Never in my wildest expectations after having my lap band surgery did I ever think I would live any where but on the bottom / ground floor of anywhere. But here I am, healthy, brand new it feels like and living on the second floor with a flight of stairs to climb.
Last week in Spring-like temperatures, I was right there with my two movers hauling up paintings and boxes and furniture up and down the big flight of stairs without losing wind or stopping to rest or only going up half way to catch my breath. I was right there with everyone and having fun.
I am living proof that miracles do happen. And again, hard work.
Wishing all of you a blessed holiday season. Thanks for your ongoing support, friendship and love.