A short and swift move into power....

So this isn't really band news, and I don't know if anyone overseas has heard yet but Australia has it's first woman Prime-Minister. Her name is Julia Gillard and this is a day that will go down in Australian History. Mind you, how she got in to office is tantamount to some skulduggery on behalf of the labor party but hey, who cares, she's in and that's what counts. While I've never really called myself a die-hard feminist, a part of me is proud. Actually, make that very proud. A woman holds the countries top job - and while she might get ousted at the next election in a few months, I hope she does enough in her short time to show us that she's worthy of keeping hold of heading this country. I do feel for Kevin Rudd though (he was the guy who stepped down for her to take his place) as being publicly pushed from his seat was cruel but perhaps necessary. I just had to share! 

Now to band news. I'm stuck! Not on an item of food thankfully, my little chickadees - but rather a number on the scale. I guess in the big scheme of things it's actually not such a terrible thing. I can look at it two ways. Either I've plateaued at 75.5 kilos because I've been here for three weeks more or less (with a jump of 1.6 pounds which I've now blown off again and who stays exactly on one number on the scale over time without fluctuating anyway) or  I can take it that I am now maintaining my weight. See, there's always a way of looking at things  glass half full. 

This is not so terrible for me because 1. I am only 2.2 kilos away from what I originally wanted to be at the weight of 73.3 kilos and I'm not even sure that losing that small amount of weight would make a huge difference to the way I look or feel, or that I would even notice it in my clothes right now. 73.3 was always just a number I picked way back when I was starting this whole weight loss caper. 2. I am maintaining. Ok yeah, it's only been a few weeks, but hey, at least I know I can do it. In the good old days I don't think I hovered over a number for more than 2 days at a time - in fact - I always climbed. Of course I did, that's how I got myself in the mess of being a bigger girl in the first place.

What amazes me, is that I am maintaining and still managing to eat well. I would prefer a touch more fill to knock off this hunger I am feeling but all in all, I'm not doing too badly. Right now I can nibble away at tiny pieces of garlic bread (soft) and other off the list foods with another bonus of being able to work my way through a piece of hot buttered toast with vegemite -something I haven't been able to do for around 9 months so this is really, really nice. I haven't PB'd in around 6-8 weeks and I feel great. I'm still moving around a lot which is probably helping with the weight stagnating but not exercising per se which is probably why I can't lose this last 2 kilos. Ha!

I am going to put in a little conversation I had with my doctor. You remember the one. I posted about him last time. This guy just cracks me up.

So I go into the surgery and after waiting a while he finally calls my name. Always my first name, never my last, 'cos well, I've known him for about 20 years and he was responsible for bringing two of my children into the world, and you don't get much more chummy than that lol.

 "Cara.Come on through."
 "Hey, how's it going?"
 His eye twitches as he notices me moving towards him down the hall to his office. "You're looking, ..... ah, well."
"I am well. Thanks for noticing."
I sit down, he sits down. We spend around 8 minutes yakking as he usually does (this is why he runs late all the time lol. He loves his patients.) He finally gets around to asking why I am there to see him also mentioning it's been ages since we caught up.
 "I need a referral to see Dr Chris Couch, please."
 He frowns slightly. (I can almost see him thinking... Dr Couch? He deals in Bariatric surgery? I'm sure he does.) Then he says it. " Why do you need to see Dr Couch?"

"Because," I say slowly. "It's been over 12 months and I need the new referral  so I can continue seeing him." Then I grin. "You wally, I came to you over 12 months ago for the original referral. You sent me to him. Remember, I had a lap-band put in? Can't you see I've lost weight?"

The look on his face is almost comical. "Ahhhhh....You know.I thought you had lost weight.. I knew it! When you walked towards me I noticed it straight away but you know in that brother/sister kind of way when he says, "Have you lost weight?" and she is outraged, "You saying I was fat before?" and you really want to tell them you've noticed but you don't to have it come out wrong?"
Yes?"
"Well, ah, have you lost weight?"

I pretend to be outraged, "Are you saying I was fat before?" 

He thinks this is so funny he almost tips himself out the roller chair he's sitting in as he thumps the table in laughter.
The rest of the appointment, as they say, is history. I got my referral lol.


Well, I have to go. It's now 6.30am am (and bloody freezing outside! EEK!) and I'm off to work. Hope you girls and guys all have a great Thursday.
Catch you soon
Cara xxx