About a month after my surgery I went to Europe with my family for vacation. Needless to say I was well enough to eat and drink damn near anything I wanted and gain some weight back. When I returned home and went to get my first fill my doctor was less than cordial with me and the weight that I put on. In other words he made me feel guilty as hell and with good reason. Up until that point in time I was letting the "power of the band" lose the weight for me instead of taking matters into my own hands and get down to business. Sure you can lose weight by the mere fact that the volume of food you eat is now cut down to a 1/4 of what it once was. Luckily a good friend of mine and his wife had joined a gym just before I had left to go to Europe and invited me to work out with them. I think I made up about every excuse I could think of so I wouldn't have to join, but in the end it was something that I had to do for myself. This friend of mine is really an inspiration to keep me going to the gym even when I don't want to. I am working out 5 to 6 days a week. I will start off on the treadmill for about 45 minutes with some incline and I am up to about 2 1/4 miles, I'm breaking a pretty good sweat. After the cardio we adjourn downstairs to lift weights for about 45 minutes give or take depending on how busy it is. The weight circuit consists of chest, shoulders, back, arms, and legs. 3 sets of whatever suits me on that day and there you have it. On the days that I don't lift weights I will hit the treadmill for 45 or 50 minutes. I am about 2 lbs away from 1) dropping 50 lbs total, and 2) weighing less than 300 lbs in I can't remember how long. I have to keep doing this for myself since no one else will. It sounds strange writing it down but that is what motivates me to keep going everyday. These milestones are still far far away from the place that I need to be, but this is the closest I have ever been, EVER. I really and truly hope that I have the will power to keep rolling with it because like I said, no one is going to do it for me.
Please excuse me while I try to figure out how to use this website. Hi there I live in Tucson and I was banded at the beginning of June, 2009. My dad and step mom have both been banded and are a great support for me but I feel like there is still a lot for me to learn. I am down about 45 lbs in the 3 months since I have had the surgery and I am feeling pretty good. A day or two ago I woke up with what felt like acid reflux and I have been really restricted since then. Any ideas on why I all of a sudden started to feel this way would be appreciated. I am starting to be able to fit into old clothes and that feels great. The whole thing still feels kind of surreal, I still have miles to go before I reach any major milestones but I know that I have to keep going with it. This post is kind of a warm up to get me started with this process so any advice, tips, tricks or hints would be greatly appreciated. Thanks and I will look forward to reading more success stories out there. :laugh:
It has been a fair amount of time since I have posted anything and for good reason. I have recently started on my masters program and have very little free time to myself anymore. But yesterday I went to check in with my doctor and I am officially down 100 lbs. I had planned to be down 100 by the holidays and it looks like it has panned out for me. I am really excited for the progress that I have made thus far. Still have a long ways to go. One of my best friends is getting married this coming summer and I would like to be down another 50 pounds. I think that is a bit lofty but I am going to give it a shot. I feel better than I have in a very long time, I certainly have some bad habits that I could try and shake and my exercise is not quite as consistent as it was when I first started. It is just hard to find time to get everything done throughout the week. I am enjoying some time off for the holidays and wanted to wish all of you well with whatever it is that you celebrate. Thanks for the support everyone!
Something that I think about often is how my eating habits change for the weekend. Especially after this past long holiday weekend with plenty of opportunity to cheat and not work out. I was going to work out on Monday but of course it was Labor day and I am a complete idiot for not taking that into consideration. I paid for it today though, my body aches with soreness that usually isn't quite this bad. I hugely disappoint myself if I come back from a weekend and end up not losing a pound or two or worse yet putting some weight back on. Weekends seem to be my Achilles heel and I haven't found a good middle ground for myself yet. Staying on track throughout the week usually isn't a problem for me, why do I feel the need to over do it when the weekend roles around? Any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated. Hope everyone else had a nice long weekend if you had one.
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