are you an inquiring mind?
So, did I get a fill at my 3 year Lapband appointment yesterday?
Yes, after much debate with the very (very very) cute new technician.....I lifted my shirt,unzipped my pants and told him to stick it to me....
He was good with the needle......I didn't feel a thing.
And, he had a BIG ONE!
Okay. Okay. Enough of my gutter talk.....
The question I always get--from blog readers and the everyday curious folks--is this:
When will I stop getting/needing fills?
I have no idea.
I mean--I have no idea if I will be laying on the table when I'm 75 telling another cute technician to stick it to me.
But, what I do know is this---I am the product of a life of dieting.
So, when someone asks me if I want to lose anymore weight and if that person has the power to help me lose the weight--the only answer I know is.....yes.
Sure, I want to lose 5 pounds. Who doesn't?
When in reality, the issue is.....how do I make it so that I don't gain 5 pounds?
How do I maintain this weight loss?
I'm still getting the hang of it. This maintenance thing.
Even though I'm thrilled beyond words that I am where I am, there's always that nagging little feeling that this is all very temporary......
Someday I won't fit into my much smaller sizes.
That's my fear. Rational? Irrational? I have no idea.
But, I own it.
It's a mind game. I know it. You know it. We all know it.
Yet, those mind mind games make me play the defense game.....guarding against the evil weight gain.
And, if filling my Lapband just a smidge will do that then that's what I want!
That's how I want to roll.
Does that make sense?
Is that the right path?
Hell, I have no idea.
So, I got a fill.
A .2 fill.
Just a tad.
Hello mushy food.