Almost a "PERFECT TEN"

Helloooooo Darlllinks............

So, I weighed in this morning, with a total loss since my first scale visit at the Doc's.... 9.7 kilos down. Drats lol 300 grams under a ten kilo loss - that's 22 pounds for you guys overseas. Not too shabby.

What is shabby is how I'm still feeling. Definitely up and and down still. I wake up feeling great - I find myself sleeping on both sides and on my back with little trouble - potter around, have a shower, get dressed (in my not-so-sexy-and-now-too-baggy-track-pants.. whew, that was a mouthful) and loose top and get ready to start my day. By mid-morning or lunch time, I'm flagging again. I still feel incredibly bloated (I have a Buddha belly, all out front, and my port is well and truly obvious.) I have tried to get one of the boys to feel how out there it is, with them recoiling in pity and understated love ... "Ewww, muuum, it looks gross... you're all bruised and I can see your cuts.... "Anyway, I'm just taking it day by day. I figure I need a few weeks to feel properly together again, but it's hard staying put. I'm not used to it. MOTH is doing the best he can taking on the extra duties and the kids are helping out too, but picky mother here is still looking around and stressing about the things that aren't being done but that WILL have to be done once I'm up and around fully again. 

Speaking of MOTH, as I write this he is ferrying his mother (I will refer to her as MIL - Mother in Law) to the airport as she starts her flight to Germany. I love my MIL. She is a brilliant, sweet, loving person and has been a far better person to me than my own mother ever could be - but that's another whole story. As we are heading out the door to put her suitcases in the boot of the car at lunch time I mentioned to her that when she arrives back in 10 weeks time I will  probably (hopefully) be another 10 kilos down, give or take. She squeezes my arm and says, "And then you will be closer to that gorgeous girl I met for the first time in the satin pink dress." 

"Right," I grumbled, "With another 20 plus years on me. Onya!" 

She gives a laugh and we hug our goodbyes. 

As I mentioned, we really do have a great relationship - but this time her living here with us for the few days before she jetted off was hard. She's been fully supportive of me getting the lap band, saying numerous times, this will be so good for you... I can see this will work etc etc... just supportive the whole way round. So can anyone tell me why she decides .... every single night!!! to bring out nibblies while I'm stuck on bloody liquids. The first night she's here, she totters into the lounge room while we are all watching T.V. with a plate of stuffed olives and Camembert cheese, biscuits and chocolate. I actually lost the plot a little, got up, walked into the kitchen and went.. whaaaaaaaaaaa (yeah, I admit I was being precious, because even on optifast all those days ago, anyone eating around me didn't bother me in the slightest) MOTH followed me out, drew me close and said, "You knew this might happen. Are we supposed to miss out because you are?" I almost clocked him one, but instead cuddled close to keep my hands away from him and just had a little cry.

Then night two, the same. A box of chocolates. Night three, again with the nibblies... and yes I can hear you asking. She's around 70 but still very thin. I said to her last night as she started sharing around a huge block of chocolate (she's not good for us lol listen to all the shit food she's brought into the house!!) You are torturing me, you do know that... she gives a grin and with a twinkle in her eye replies, "Yeah, I'm so mean,"  and pops a chocolate in her mouth. What the...........???? I just don't understand it. So supportive in one way and then to do that I was kind of peed off. I guess supportive love only goes so far lol. 'Nuff said.

Now all the lovely bruising from the operation is starting to fade I have found a few various places on my hand and arm where the Anaesthetist (did you see how I spelled that in my last blog. I'm not sure what I even wrote was a word lol. Drugs anyone???) must have had a few goes. I have a nasty bruise on the back of my hand (and a tiny scab from a needle), another in the crook of my arm (where he actually got it in) and another on my wrist complete with yet another pinprick scab that I just discovered this morning. What the heck had he been doing? It's mind boggling. Good thing I was under or I would have whinged like a little girl. And this is what reminds me: the bruise on the back of my hand four days later is still sore to the touch.... how on earth do I expect the bashing my tummy took to heal as quickly as that and for me to feel normal again like RIGHT NOW? It can't. So now I will shut up lol.

I did venture out this morning: my third son up till now has been going to a private school (same as his two older brothers, and no doubt his youngest one also) but has struggled there. He absolutely hates it!!! He dislikes all the religion, and there are mounds of it... (I hear him there... we are not a religious family BUT we always figured a little can't hurt because they need to know things we can't necessarily teach them, but is sending a C.O.E kids to a Catholic school wise? Verdicts still out on that one.) He just hasn't been coping well at all. He's generally a gregarious kid, full of life and very, very sociable (chip off the old block there! lol) but he has been in tears a lot and he is very unhappy, and his grades pretty much suck. So we have enrolled him in the Government school around the corner because this is where he really wants to go. Not something I would have chosen for him, but lets face it, a happy kid is more the objective here and MOTH and I would go to the ends of the earth for him. So a new school it is. He starts this Thursday.

Reason I bring this up is that we had the parent/deputy principle interview this morning. I ventured out for the first time since my op and while MOTH was asking some very pertinent questions, I'm trying not to fidget as I first cover my  bulging stomach, then try and get comfortable then move again because my stomach is playing trumpets and flutes as the Deputy is chatting ten to the dozen. Then I hear a really thunderous growl. Uh oh...  I have to excuse myself quickly and run out of the office, find a quiet area and do a squeak in private, only to hold my head up high and go back inside and sit down and then have it happen twice more. Not one of my finer moments. Embarrassing? Yeah.. but what we don't do for our kids, huh! I have no doubt the Deputy thought I was a loony.

Also, you can tell I haven't quite got the hang of this list business aka my liquid diary of the last few days. The last post.. some of it went this way------------>  the other half went that way 

<-------------------- and it looks messy. Will get onto that and try another small one today. 

So today:

DAY FOUR: LIQUIDS               Woke up and had a small coffee (cappuccino cup size)                                                             no sugar, just a dash of skim milk 

                                                            Mid morning: an egg flip 180 mls and 10 mils of liquid                                                                vitamins

                                                             Water to sip 

                                                              Lunch: another 180 mls egg flip 

                                                              Afternoon tea: soluble panadol (tummy was really                                                                       hurting by now.. sigh) 

                                                               One chuppa chup 

                                                              Dinner: To be advised!

I found this excellent recipe for egg flip that I made myself. It might help any other bandsters that are out there on liquids and want to make something high in protein and that tastes quite nice.

2 eggs

400 mls milk

3 drops vanilla essence

shake of cinnamon

1 tspn sugar

Put all the ingredients in a blender (or hand mixer). Makes 2-3 meals and is just divine.

Well that's it for today folks. I'm going to lay down for a bit. This princess is tired. 

Cara xxx