It has taken me a week to decide whether or not I would do a journal. This type of thing always ends up hurting me emotionally. I hate looking back at my failures. Anyway...I was banded on Friday, December 28, 2007. My co-worker took me to the hospital. My hubby stayed home to watch the kids. He was so not for this whole thing. What the heck, I need help. I have only told 3 people what I've done. It's as if I am ashamed that I might fail at this also. On the day of my surgery, I weighed in at an all time high of 262 pounds. Being only 5'2" tall, I look like a freakin Mack Truck. I had lost 3 pounds after surgery, but gained it all back as of today...Hello 262, again! I have been so freakin hungry and have satisfied my hunger by eating. I've had chili, stew, salad, Spanish rice, refried beans, Doritos, corn chips, and tons of 100% clear fruit juice. Why am I still eating the wrong things? Maybe after my first fill I will not want to eat as much. Gawd...this has got to work for me.
