A Tight Fit
Yesterday I wore tights for the first time! You see my daughter's dad was visiting so we were going out and I decided to make myself presentable. It took ages hunting for the bag of tights, then the shoes, then a blouse to match the skirt he had bought me for my birthday, but at last I got ready and the result was quite decent, even if I say so myself. It felt human to be dressed up in a fitted skirt and blouse, to wear tights and hush puppy type shoes instead of the Timberland 2-sizes bigger-so-they-will-fit shoes.
I also got to try on a blouse that I hadn't worn since 2000 - that is 6 years ago. The blouse is in pristine condition and felt so soft and luxurious against my skin. Mmm! There were lots of lovely clothes in the suitcase, packed away, forgotten but a look at N. told me this was no time to try them all on.
Shopping was good; tiring, but good. I had to cut down my expectations and just do the grocery shopping and post office and by the end I could hardly stand on my feet. My muscles were giving up on me, the soles of my feet were aching like hell... N. would not tell me the time fearing I would go off in one of my irrational and monumental strops, but I had a fair idea of what time it was and I was right. We had been on our feet for 3 hours!
We got home, I heated up some bean soup (cassoulet, according to a friend of mine who is well-versed in all things culinary) and we enjoyed it with some freshly baked bread. For seconds I had some pork belly that I grilled in the oven but it was an unhappy situation for me as it produced a massive series of PB and discomfort. So when evening came and N. made us a nice platter of pate, salad and toast, I was unable to eat. The good thing is that he understood and did not get upset but saved my plate for today, instead.
It was strange because I felt hungry, I wanted to eat but I had trouble swallowing even water. All of a sudden my gastric band felt like it had closed up. Eventually I managed to have a small portion of vanilla ice cream and that only because I felt I had to have something different to celebrate the only day that he was able to be with us during the holidays. Isn't it silly how we connect holidays/celebrations with food and drink?
Anyway... today I have an appointment with my orthopaedic consultant about the condition of my knees. I want him to see the X-rays I had in Greece in May that show that the damage is now complete and advise me regarding the future. As the appointment is in the afternoon, I hope to take it easy this morning and perhaps go for some more shopping to keep my activity levels up.
I look forward to coming home this evening and light up the Christmas tree that N. fished out of the attic. It is a pretty fibre optic tree with little stars stuck to the ends of the branches and gives the house a homely feel.
I also got to try on a blouse that I hadn't worn since 2000 - that is 6 years ago. The blouse is in pristine condition and felt so soft and luxurious against my skin. Mmm! There were lots of lovely clothes in the suitcase, packed away, forgotten but a look at N. told me this was no time to try them all on.
Shopping was good; tiring, but good. I had to cut down my expectations and just do the grocery shopping and post office and by the end I could hardly stand on my feet. My muscles were giving up on me, the soles of my feet were aching like hell... N. would not tell me the time fearing I would go off in one of my irrational and monumental strops, but I had a fair idea of what time it was and I was right. We had been on our feet for 3 hours!
We got home, I heated up some bean soup (cassoulet, according to a friend of mine who is well-versed in all things culinary) and we enjoyed it with some freshly baked bread. For seconds I had some pork belly that I grilled in the oven but it was an unhappy situation for me as it produced a massive series of PB and discomfort. So when evening came and N. made us a nice platter of pate, salad and toast, I was unable to eat. The good thing is that he understood and did not get upset but saved my plate for today, instead.
It was strange because I felt hungry, I wanted to eat but I had trouble swallowing even water. All of a sudden my gastric band felt like it had closed up. Eventually I managed to have a small portion of vanilla ice cream and that only because I felt I had to have something different to celebrate the only day that he was able to be with us during the holidays. Isn't it silly how we connect holidays/celebrations with food and drink?
Anyway... today I have an appointment with my orthopaedic consultant about the condition of my knees. I want him to see the X-rays I had in Greece in May that show that the damage is now complete and advise me regarding the future. As the appointment is in the afternoon, I hope to take it easy this morning and perhaps go for some more shopping to keep my activity levels up.
I look forward to coming home this evening and light up the Christmas tree that N. fished out of the attic. It is a pretty fibre optic tree with little stars stuck to the ends of the branches and gives the house a homely feel.
Here is a view of my weight loss progress with all its ups and downs so far. Not the ideal chart by any means.
http://uk.geocities.com/fairy_of_the_enchanted_forest/weightchart.htm
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