Talking, Laughing and Gagging....

Yesterday was a "band new day" for me....
I had some friends over for a pool get together and I discovered the dangers of having too much fun laughing and talking and drinking (clear liquids of course - no alcohol involved). I guess talking and laughing increases the amount of air you suck in and well I gagged and then puked. Luckily I got the warning signs that I remember from a bout with the flu or a night of too much fun, and I was able to casually get up and go to the bathroom with no one even knowing.

I am thinking that the bottle of Prilosec actually needs to be opened and taken. I did just that last night and actually have no heartburn this morning. My scale is still being friendly. I am on very near the point where I can incorporate some pureed foods and getting antsy. My incisions are healing up nicely I think. I am starting my first real day back at work. (Since I work from home, I guess I never took any time off, I just didn't do much...)

I think that I have discovered something that I didn't anticipate about my LapBand. (I think I will need to name it soon.) My dear friend came to visit yesterday and she was concerned about eating in front of me or what I will be able to eat when our families go away together later this summer. I know that eating is a one of our favorite things to do together. I don't expect that to change, just the amount for me. I was so ready for this change and had a lot of time to prepare, I just don't know if my friends and family are synched up the same way. Has anyone experienced issues where you have to assure people that you can eat?

I am going to walk today. I really am anxious to be able to get back to Kickboxing and Spinning (of course the scare about dislodging my port and having to be opened back up is keeping me from pushing any exercise like that until I am in the clear from Dr. D....) I worked really hard pre-surgery to lose a lot of weight and get exercise into my normal routine, it feels like I am missing something. Walking is going to have to do it for me for now I guess.

I did do a "cheaty" thing this weekend though. It was so hot and humid on Saturday, I got my babie's Daddy (sweet ex) to clean the pool and I had him hoist me into a floaty (where my stomach was above the water) and I floated around for a half and hour. I never asked him when I could use the pool, but assumed that the rules for taking a bath were the same, after the incisions were fully healed. This is a good place to confess my bad things I guess.

Ames