Good bye FAVORITE food...I'll miss you

I've figured it out. I know what gets me stuck. It is none other than my absolute favorite food. And when I say FAVORITE, I mean the food I could eat for days and days and days and not get tired of. It's none of other than french fries.

It's summer and we eat out a lot during the summer. Espcially this summer. It's been hotter than something really really hot here in the Chicagoland area. What do you get everything you order at any restaurant? That's right, fries. Delicious fries. 99% of the time, I'd only eat half of them but since being banded, I could only eat a few and I'd usually save them until the end, following at least that bandster rule.

So I've been exprimenting...getting fruit, veggies, mashed, baked, or something to replace the delicious fried taters and you know what? I haven't gotten stuck. DAMN YOU FRENCH FRIES! Why did it have to be you? I'm not sure if it's because I eat them fast or if it's becuase I eat too big of bites or if it's just that they're my favorite so they have to be the culprit but I've learned.

My great aunt died last weekend. Her wake was Thrusday. Shannon, p'nut and I got there pretty early. My dad showed up about 30 mins after us. I've talked about my dad before. He's incredibly unhealthy. Eats fast food constantly. Drinks regular soda. Smokes. Has high blood pressure. Has high cholesterol. Has diabetes. Has COPD. Has had a heart attack. Well he came walking in...more like lumbering in, sweating, breathing heavy and had to use a chair to hold himself up. He was so out of breath. I keep this picture in my head, reminding myself each time I put food in my mouth...this is what I DON'T want to be. I love my dad but I do not want to be in his position in 20 years. That will not be me!

So I will no longer be eating french fries becuase not only do they make me yarf, they can push me down the path of my father. Good Bye french fries. You've been a great friend and I will miss you. I may try to visit but we are not good for each other. I love you french fries. Good Bye.

Dream a little dream....

I know we all have big dreams. Some of us dream of being a famos actress. Some of us dream of winning the lotto. Some of us dream of just being happy and content with our lives. I dream about being a writer. I have so many ideas that I'd love to write about. Where do I find the time to write? I need to figure it out so that I can make my dream come true.

CPL and I are going to start a blog about where we eat. We both LOVE food! We love to eat! CPL (crazy pregnant lady) is actually a skinny bitch when she's not knocked up. Now, though she eats whatever she wants. I think she may birth a sombrero though, she's all about Mexican food. I don't know how many tries I'm going to take to try and eat a flour tortilla but everytime I do, I end up semi-stuck.

I digress...back to dreams. I'm a chronic day dreamer. I dream about book ideas and want to start writing but by the time I snap out of my la la land, I have to work or cook or drive or get alittle freaked out becuase I was driving and now I have no idea where I am!

What's your dream?

CPAP - when can I stop?

Who else has or had a CPAP for sleep apnea? Anyone?

Being diagnosed with sleep apnea was my breaking point for getting banded. I had played with the idea for a long time but didn't decide for sure until I was told I need to sleep with a CPAP for the rest of my life.

I'm down just over 30 pounds now and I'm wondering when I can stop using it. Do I need to go for another sleep study becuase I really hated that!

What was I gonna say?

I had a great post in mind and now I can't remember what it was about. While I was lying in bed, I was thinking about my half assed blog posts of late and had a great idea for what I was going to say today. Then I fell asleep and now it's gone. I can't remember it at all!!

So I have another idea...Confession Time!! List a few of the foods that are your weakness. Here are mine...

Pretzels - Hard ones with lots of salt.

French Fries - Whoever dug up that dirty potato and thru it is some hot grease...BRILLIANT!

Donuts - Deep fried dough? What? DE-LISH-OUS!

Tempura Veggies - again...deep fried goodness

Deep Fried Mushrooms - Deep Fried Zuccini - Deep Fried cauliflour - Deep Fried ______

Velveeta Shells & Cheese

I have a fried food obession. Someone could say, I had a deep fried piece of poop and I'd ask if it was good. And if they said they dipped it in Ranch Dressing - I'd probably go get one for myself. Why is deep fried food so good? Is it the fat and carb mix that makes it irresistable?

So my friends - how do I stay away from deep fried goodness when it's all around me? The fryer calls to me from the back of any restaurant. It says "I'm hot and ready!"

**I was searching for my picture to add to my post and came across Deep Fried Cheeseburgers. OH MY GOD!! Where can I get one of those?

Define: Hersband and other randomness

Hersband - noun. Play on the word Husband. Definition - A life partner in a committed lesbian relationship- usually the more masculine, or handy type.

Tuesday night, Shannon, my hersband mowed the lawn while the p'nut and I played in the puddle (we have a small pool, one of those cheapy ring pools) It was hot. She mowed. We played. She's the world's best hersband.

My mom had foot surgery last week. Had some bones in her foot fused. She called yesterday to see if I could deliver her prescription. I was home with a ear infected, feverish p'nut so Shannon did it. She's a good daughter without law or Daughter Outlaw as I like to call it.

My eating has been better. I'm following the rules more and couting my chews. I'm getting alittle obssessive about counting but it seems to work. I haven't slept well lately and I think that's why the scale isn't moving. I'll blame whatever I can when the scale doesn't move.

I feel like I got hit by a truck. My body is tired. Volleyball whooped me last night. I actually ate some sand...not tasty, pretty gritty.

I really really REALLY need to win the lotto. I don't want to work anymore. I don't mind the working part, it's the getting up and driving here part that I loathe. I don't understand the tollway/freeway/expressway when it backs up. We're all moving in the same direction, who the heck slowed down? Verticle peddle on the right people....Let's move!!

I want to wake up tomorrow as a size 8. Wonder if I can "The Secret" that into reality? If I just start wearing size 8 pants, maybe they'll magically fit one day.

We're moving. Did I mention that? We went thru some financial crisis over the last year. Just like everyone else, the economy has killed our home value and blah blah blah. We found a place not far from our current place. I'm SO SO SO SO excited to move!! I can't wait. It's bigger and the basement is finished and there will actually be a place for a treadmill! WHOOP WHOOP!! Shannon wants to buy a stationary bike too. How do we keep the p'nut entertained while we work out? Do they have work out DVDs for preschoolers?

I think that's all the randomness I have for right now. If I'm falling asleep later, I may post some more randomness just to keep myself awake!

Sliming. Getting Stuck and Learning!

I like to think I'm a quick learner. I've been proven wrong again! We went out for breakfast on Saturday morning. We were between gymnastics and swimming lessons. Shannon was going to take p'nut to swimming while I ran to the bank but we met for breakfast in between.

I was good, or so I thought. I had coffee, scrambled eggs with cheese and mushrooms. Food came...I started to eat. P'nut started to be a brat so I was forced to enhale a few bites before removing her from the table for a little talk in the bathroom. I knew I was a bit stuck when I got back to the table. I took another bite anyway because I guess i'm just a glutton for punishment. I requested a take home container then. I'd eaten maybe 5 bites of my breakfast.

I excused myself to the bathroom which was full of old women. Slime and spit are just pooling in my mouth. After then all left I finally got a stall and started trying to get the egg out. I took 25 minutes for me to finally get the food up. It was awfule. Easily the worst episode of stuck I've ever had. It was violent and LOUD and I got the ball of goo out.

Shannon came to check on me while I was in there and I was in tears. I promised I'd call the doctor for a slight unfill. I haven't gotten stuck or had any problem since. I really think the getting stuck is me. I'm not following the rules and I'm learning the hard and annoying way.

I think I may have finally figured it out. I ate chicken salad yesterday and had no problem. Chicken salad was somthing I had a problem with even before my big fill. I had chicken for dinner last night too and had no problem. I think I really may have figured it out.

Shannon still wants me to go get alittle taken out but I feel like i'm so close to the sweet spot....