Tuesday, February 24, 2009


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.


Reddirt Woman said...

Maybe you ought to just chew it up for the flavor and then spit it out.. not at lunch with a bunch, but at home if you are craving chicken. Maybe you are allergic? And aren't you excited about being comfortable in 16's now? You are making progress and am looking forward to the new photo. Do you think all the time now about food? I only ask because of Nola, a lady I read in Tasmnia, was talking today about feeling like she was always craving more and thinking about food all the time. She had her band done in October. I was just curious if that was a normal thing.


Nola said...

I have heard that many banders have problems with chicken. Mainly because it is a very dry meat. When it is "greased" up with gravy I bet it goes down easier....of course! *sigh* Also, my surgeon told me to choose thigh meat over the breast meat. He said it is less fibrous and easier to digest.
That Helen....she is a sweetie!! Always worrying about her blog friends!

Lonicera said...

I've gone back a little way in your blog to see where you might mention how many ml you have in your band... does this difficulty with chicken sort of signal that you're getting near the (not so) "sweet point"?
Also, I meant to comment in the post with the photo of you in the coat(actually very nice, so there) where you're clearly disappointed - with all my weight ups and downs over the years, I remember what somebody said to me once: concentrate on losing the next pound, and the next, and the one after that, and let the mirror take care of itself.
And it does... eventually you'll face the mirror and say "not bad"...
I don't have a full length mirror at home (that's the other trick!) but the lift at work has, unfortunately. No, I won't be taking the stairs.