The perfect place to be with your band is.....?

..........Where you can eat a whole different variety of foods but can only eat a half cup or a little more before you are full to bust. Amen.


Hellooooooo my little buttercups,


Yes, I'm still alive. Barely lol. Life has been going full tilt as usual but somehow I wouldn't have it any other way. 


Yesterday I went to see Dr Hill, my band Doc. We discussed all the usual stuff along with how I had been going with my band. It had been about three months since I had seen him and the last time I did, I decided against a fill. So it had been six months since I'd had one. That was pretty cool. I had thought it was five. He asked had I had any heartburn - nope I hadn't. Same with reflux. Had I had any PB's (he calls it regurgitation - just like a mummy bird lol.) Again, no apart from the episode a week or so ago with the Norri Roll. But that wasn't even a PB... I slimed for a bit and then was done. So given that it had been so long and that I had no problems except now I was feeling hungrier and my portions were up a bit (but again, because I told him I had finished with the weight loss and was in the maintenance game - he said that was actually perfectly normal and what I should be doing, that is eating a bit more.) 


I opted to have a squidge of fill put in. .25 of a mill (or .25 of a cc - it's the same thing) was injected in (very painlessly I might add. You really notice the difference when your port is just under the surface of the skin and most of the el fatto has gone!) and now I'm cruising again. I was told he would see me again in six months time and that I was to stick to mushies for 24 hours. I ended up eating runny scrambled eggs and about three tablespoons of tinned spaghetti for dinner last night and wow, could I tell the difference. I was full again after such a small amount. I love it! 


Nothing much happening elsewise. Just life in general, getting on doing what we do best - living it. Though one thing did happen out of the ordinary. I met up with my folks again. That happened last weekend.


For those of you who have been reading my blog from way back when, you will know that my parents and my sister and I don't have the best relationship. In fact it had been two years since we'd had any contact apart from the sighting at my grandfathers funeral last Christmas. Well, long story short, they sent birthday cards for my children this year. Inside was a gift card. Since they hadn't done anything like that for 18 months I was curious why now. So steeling myself I rang home. My father answered and well, to be honest, he was not a happy camper. He did a lot of harsh talk on the phone (to which I listened, not getting riled up over any of it. I feel like such a different person to the one of a few years ago, none of it really touched me.) My children have missed their grandparents so I bit the bullet and asked my father if they would like to see them. Of course they would.


So last Sunday I drove round to my parents house (gulp!) and we all had coffee and chatted. My mother was a little frosty to begin with but she soon warmed up and we actually spent a pleasant few hours chatting about mundane stuff. Nothing about what got us to the point where I broke contact due to their horrible actions but just things about my work, their work, life in general and the holidays they had taken. We left it there where my father mentioned taking the kids kayaking during summer but not much else was said. I still haven't had contact with my sister but I'm leaving that for right now. From all accounts she's going through some pretty heavy personal stuff and I don't want to add to it. One thing at a time. So anyway, that was a turn for the books - the meeting of the folks and we will see what happens next. 


The one thing I had noticed was no mention of my weight loss. As you can imagine I dressed nicely for the first meeting (though why I should care so much is still puzzling to me) and apart from the fact I knocked back the food they offered (cake and sausage rolls - too hard to eat with a band) and a quizzical yet comical look from my father (who I still love to death despite whats happened) there really was no mention of how different I now look. When I mentioned this to a close family friend after realising later that nothing had been said, she told me they know about my band already. Huh? I don't know who could have told them (and she swears it wasn't her and I believe her) because I have been a bit sparse telling people close to me - at least those that have contact with my parents. So its a mystery. I guess again, I will find out in due time who dropped that little nugget of information to them.


I have added a couple of pics here to show you my new short hair. I had it cut yesterday but I do like it. Shortish hair will always grow back. I'm also wearing my new sunnies - my Ralph Laurens that I finally got off lay-by. Yay. They were so expensive I couldn't afford to buy them outright lol so yesterday was a cool day when I finally got to pick them up. They are quite unusual - they are a light blue on the inside and tortoiseshell on the outer side. I do love a great pair of sunglasses. That and shoes. Ha! 

Winter has hit - look at those horrible grey skies! A

Hope you all have a lovely weekend. I have missed you all and am off to finally read some blogs. 
Much love
Cara xxx