Resigned

I've decided that I just have to resign myself to being this weight. If I'm not willing to actually work at being a lower weight, then I have to accept that this is the weight I will stay. Instead of blaming the band for not doing the (rest of) the hard work for me, and huffing and puffing every time I step on the scales, I have to say:

'Self, if you're going to carry on eating chocolates, biscuits and cakes and not doing any exercise, then you will have to get used to being this weight. Self, you can't expect the band to do anything more if you're not going to help. Self, the band enabled you to lose 5 stone (70lbs) without your help; the band did all of the work. Self, now it is your turn to either a) join in or b) quit moaning.'

There we have it. Self, get on with it.

Still Here, Plodding Along (with a couple of photos)

But still not losing any weight. GRRR! I know it's TOTM, so that usually puts the kibosh on any weightloss hopes, but really? Still nothing. Yesterday morning I weighed in at 13st 13lbs. Blah blah and blahdy blah. Two fills and no weightloss. Still, I've taken a positive step in the battle to shed the pounds - I've started eating a 'proper' breakfast. For a while now, I'm ashamed to admit, my breakfast has consisted of a mug of coffee, and then an hour or so later another mug of coffee and two (sometimes three, and sometimes even four) biscuits (ie cookies). Isn't that awful? Everyone knows that eating a good breakfast sets you up for the day. But knowing these things is one thing (those of us who are banded knew we shouldn't have been eating all those calories that got us to needing the band in the first place, but we didn't/couldn't stop); putting them into practice is quite another matter all together. Still, for the last three mornings I have dutifully sat down with hubby and small boy and eaten a bowl of cereal, as hubby tucks into his Shreddies and small boy tucks into one, two, three, sometimes four bowls of Cheerios. He lives by the motto: eat breakfast like a king, eat lunch like a prince, dine like a pauper (I'm constantly trying to persuade him to eat 'just one more mouthful' at dinner time and he simply isn't interested, he can quite happily munch on just breadsticks and cream cheese.)

Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, finally breakfasting like a king (or queen). And for the last three mornings I've definitely noticed a difference in my eating habits - ie I'm not looking for snacks, and I'm lasting through til lunchtime. Give that girl a gold star, it's only taken her several months to work it out.

And on an entirely different note: B00Bs 3.0. I do so hope I can make it again this year!

And on another completely different note, I thought I'd share some photos with you of a little family outing we took on Saturday to the fishing village of Beer in Devon and the town of Lyme Regis in Dorset - we're very lucky to have them both about a 40minute drive away from where we live. The sun was shining and it really was a lovely day out. And I might have had a little ice cream. Just a little one... A PB&J sundae - how could I resist? And still I wonder why those pesky pounds aren't falling off me?!

Finally!

Today finally brought a small shift downwards on the scales

13st 12lbs - 194lbs - BMI 32.3

(a total loss so far of 68lbs - 26lbs to go)

Apologies yet again for my blogging absence and the short posts when I do finally get round to writing something. I just don't know where Old Father Time is going at the moment, he sure is slipping through my fingers at an astonishing rate. Rest assured, I'm here and I'm reading as many of your blogs as I can; I'm just not writing much, or losing much! :(

Zip, zero, nada

Absolutely nothing to report here. Despite the fill and the fact that I'm eating considerably less than I did over the previous 3 months, I havent lost any weight. I'm still bouncing around between 13st 13lbs and 14st 1lb. It's kind of disheartening really, although I suppose I should be grateful that the weight isn't going up which it undoubtedly would have been if I hadn't had the fill(s).

I'm not blogging much on here because I just don't have that much to say that seems relevant to a band blog, it's just the same old, same old round these parts! I'm keeping my other blog much more up to date since things seem to actually happen in other aspects of my life!

Rest assured, I'm still reading other bandster blogs (especially those of my fellow B00Bs), although time isnt usually on my side, hence my lack of comments.. But I'm still here and still checking you all out!

Spoke Too Soon

Looks like the scale gods are punishing me for getting cocky about the weightloss. Yesterday I'd shot back up to 14st 1lb (2lbs overnight - way to go); today I'm down to 14st. Blah.

I think TOTM is round the corner (I'm terrible at remembering when it's due), but I'm also wondering if there's some sort of panic station starvation mode thing going on. Clearly my body (and my brain) had got used to the levels of gorging on all sorts of everything I was doing while the band and I took an extended break from reality. And now things are getting back on track and the quantities I'm consuming have dropped quite drastically, perhaps my body is clinging on to everything it can get. Well, that's my excuse.

Progress

Interesting that I'm back to blogging since my last fill seems to have been a success. Does this make me a fair-weather blogger? Probably; and that's not really a good thing, is it? I should blog the bad as well as the good or else this blog isn't a fair representation of the truth of living with a band. That's not to say I totally shied away from blogging as my weight went up; I have been truthful about it and documented it, but I just didn't document it as regularly, in as much detail, or as joyfully as I documented the weightloss.

Today the scales finally showed me the reward of not eating half as much as I was before this latest top-up, with a loss of 2lbs, thank you very much.

13st 13lbs - 195lbs - BMI 32.4
(a total loss so far of 67lbs - 27lbs to go)

This is a nice figure as it takes me back into the '13st-something' bracket, rather than bouncing around in the low 14s.

Sweet Spot Regained?

Not wanting to curse myself, but I'm really hoping that the fill I had on Wednesday (taking me back to 8mls in a 10ml band) might see me back at my sweet spot. Since my much-needed unfill at the end of September I've managed to pack on the pounds due to major over-eating (mostly of chocolates, biscuits and puddings, not to mention much larger portions of pretty much everything else.)

On the day of my fill I weighed 14st 2lbs (198lbs); on Friday morning I'd lost one of those pounds but that seems to be it - I thought I'd have lost at least another one by now, but perhaps my body is determined to hang on to the lovely fat/sugar-laden pounds that I have so kindly gifted it since September 2011.

Anyway, I'm now back to weighing myself regularly - something that had tailed off quite significantly when I knew the scale was creeping upwards. So, here we are, my weight today:

14st 1lb - 197lbs - BMI 32.8

(a total loss so far of 65lbs - 29lbs to go)

Yep, it's a gain and it's a step backwards along the weightloss path (right back to February 4 2011 - nearly an entire year's worth of weightloss undone) but I just have to look at how much I have lost (65lbs) and look at photos of me from a couple of years back to see just how far I've come. Which reminds me - I managed to miss my two year blogiversary; I actually spent the day/weekend celebrating hubby's 40th birthday by eating, sleeping, drinking and eating more at Burgh Island. Ho hum!