Screeeeech...that's my weight not me yelling

All is not well in Cara's little lap band world. I am stuck at this weight (17 kilos down) and it seems I've plateaued... again. Sheesh. I only lost 300 grams last week (that's not even a half kilo) and this week (I weighed a day early - today instead of tomorrow) and it seems I haven't lost at all. Not a darn thing.

I'm a little frustrated. I guess on the upside I haven't gained.. so that's something.. and I think I know why I'm not losing right now. It's not my food so much. Although I haven't been pigging out, I just haven't been exercising. I drive past one of our local gyms , a place called Curves almost every day and say to myself, "Today you will go in and check out how much it costs, what kind of routine you can manage and get your bum into gear to get in there and work out." Do I do it? That's a negative! A big fat no.

I must admit, I'm no fan of gyms. Been there, done that in the past. I like to walk. But I can't even seem to get around to doing that lately. Every day seems to be full and by the time I do get around to finding a window, I can't be assed. Bad, bad, bad!

I was thinking I don't have restriction since this 2nd fill but in hindsight, I might just have some. I eat my little plateful of food and I seem to be satisfied with that - for the most part anyway. My choices sometimes could be better and I'm working on that, but I sure as heck don't just eat the tiny amount my Doc seems to think I should be putting away.

Last time I was in his office (for the 2nd fill) he holds up this teeny-tiny cup (you know the ones.. you find them at every good water cooler... a small, white, almost see-through plastic white cup) and asks me if I'm eating more than this amount. Hello?? I can't figure out for the life of me how I'm supposed to squish the chicken and veggies into that thing! I have a really small side-plate that I use for my dinner at night and I place the food on that. The amount I'm eating there looks positively saintly and yet.... I think it's probably still too much, or at least too much compared to what he expects me to eat. He told me to measure my cup full of food for a while so I could learn to judge eventually on my own just how much I should have. I have - just this morning - suddenly remembered I was supposed to do that. Shoot. I'm dyeing my hair... maybe being a brunette or redhead will help me actually retain information for longer than a gnats breath.

Things I will do this week to see if it makes a difference:

Drink more water (I still struggle with this. I went from drinking 2 or more litres a day to sometimes only 600 mills or more.. pah!)

Exercise - get out there and walk, walk, walk.

Measure my food amounts!!

What else can I do to move the scales down again apart from what I've mentioned? Anyone know? Cos if you have a suggestion, I'm taking it with both hands and running with it. Promise.