I can't eat chicken. It will go down but it comes right back up. I don't know why I keep trying. I was in Pierre today listening to the legislative testimony about education (that is enough to make one up-chuck). We went to lunch and I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and took it apart. Cut the chicken, lettuce, and tomato into very small bites and started to eat very slowly. I chewed a significant amount of time and swallowed. I almost didn't make it to the ladies room in time.
Maybe I will lose two pounds this week as it seems like I am taking in a much smaller amount of food each time I eat. I suppose that means the fill is working to my advantage.
On a brighter note, I am know able to easily wear a size 16 pair of slacks. I will take a picture on Friday as that will be exactly six months since banding.