This morning I went on a rant in the forums about my Friday night. Now I'm over it, and I don't care. I finally broke down and called my mom and told her what happened. My mother, who grew up in the 1960's and was what the kids call today "straight edge" probably gave the best advice: "get over it, clubs have been doing this for years, they want a certain 'look' and if you don't fit that look either pay or go home" whoa mom! How do you even know about clubs in the first place? Actually she does my dad took my mom to a disco on their first date and proposed to her on the dance floor of a disco (picture John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever doing the hustle and saying "marry me Bonnie" lol) But I guess she was right, oh well it's their loss because I probably would have spent a lot of money there.

The rest of the weekend was alright. I slept most of Saturday made dinner for the dbf, which was a test for me, since I haven't eaten pasta since my last fill and guess what I can eat??? Pasta!!! What the heck?!?!?! My lapband doctor has me fill out a questionnaire before I fill to determine if I'm in the green zone. Here are some of the questions, and if you're a newbie or an old timer (like me) then maybe it could be questions you ask yourself time to time:

Are you throwing up? Nope

If so how often?

Can you eat meat? Yes

Can you eat chicken? I hate chicken!

Can you eat pasta? Yup

Can you eat rice? Yup

Can you eat bread? Yup

Are you feeling hungry between meals? Yup

Are you drinking at least 64 ounces of water a day? Yup

Are you excercising? Yup

Then they ask what I ate the day before. Sundays for me are usually hit or miss. Yesterday I had a couple of tablespoons of leftover dip with some baked tostitos and a frozen dinner that's it. IDK what it is about Sundays but I don't eat that much.

Well that's all I'll let everyone know how it goes tomorrow with my fill