40 Pounds

Finally after being on this plateau for what seemed like four years (in actuality about 4 weeks), I have lost another two pounds and I'm down 40 over-all.  Maybe the bike riding and being much more conscientious about what I'm eating is FINALLY paying off.  Hopefully I'll get a bit more down the line before I hit another road block.  They are so discouraging. 

Little by little I'm realizing why it was so difficult for me to lose any weight before WLS.  I would hit a small roadblock after only losing a few pounds and get discouraged.  I'd figure "well, I'm not making any progress, might as well just give up".  Thankfully now I have a built-in anti-discouragement device.  Even if I wanted to over eat or do something silly, the band kicks my tush and makes me realize how dumb it was. 

I bought myself some super yummy grilled chicken yesterday from KFC.  Just one single grilled fillet.  I took a bite, and obviously didn't chew it well enough.  OY!  Did I suffer!  Felt like I had a rock right under my sternum.  Such horrible pain.  I had to get up walk around the house and practice my Lamaze breathing techniques.  It finally eased up, but I was done.  One bite into a small palm sized piece of boneless chicken and I was finished.  Couldn't eat any more.  The band totally disagreed with what I was doing and let me know about it. 

Much later on, I took smaller bites, chewed like there was no tomorrow and it was much, much more pleasant.  KFC's grilled chicken was really good.  Eating it reminded me of cook-outs with our dear family friends growing up.  I could smell the grill at Mayeux's home.  It made me very happy to be flooded with such good memories. 

Isn't it funny how food, a substance that is supposed to fuel our bodies, can bring back memories, make us happy, sad, or bring us comfort? 

I'm comforted by the thought of seeing less of me next time!
cheers,
shan