Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Rest of My Trip

Ok, so here's a NICE post (after the yucky PB one last night). I wanted to tell you about the rest of my trip. It was, of course, mostly about meeting baby Zachary. When my sister handed him to me I was instantly struck by the incredibly strong sense memory of holding her as a newborn. I'm four and a half years older than she is and I remember that day like it was yesterday. (Also, I was tickled pink that my sister had him wrapped in the blanket I knitted for our first meeting.)




It was SO good to see my sister looking so wonderful and happy (if a little tired).



That first night was a blur of family and hugging...several aunts, uncles, and cousins got to town the same night we got in. It was wonderful to see everyone. This is two of my mom's siblings, Aunt Arlene and Uncle Mark.




On our second day there, we did a lot of eating. I was super impressed that my sister and brother-in-law took the baby out to lunch with us. They walked the half mile to the restaurant in the chilly weather (the baby was WELL bundled and inside my sister's coat)...talk about no excuses...Dana had given birth mere days before and was already walking miles each day.

I didn't do much else. Scott went to the art museum with my aunt Arlene, her husband Jay and my uncle Mark (the one we went to Disney with in November). I chose to stay behind and spend some quiet time at my sister's house. Dana and Mike went upstairs to take a nap, and Zachary curled up on me and slept for an hour and a half, snuggled into my arms. Sweetest thing ever.

We went to the pizza place I love for dinner, Pizzeria Posto. I somehow managed to get almost NO pictures without the baby from this trip and since he wasn't with us, the camera didn't even come out, but this is from one of the last times I was there, last winter:


The next day, Sunday, was Christmas. The day of my nephew's bris and the awful PB incident. Let's not talk about that. Moving on...

Monday was fabulous. It was such a gorgeous and sunny morning that we wanted to get outside and walk. Dana bundled the baby up and popped him in the stroller and we (me, Scott, Dana, Mike, and my mom) walked for a couple of miles and got some lovely fresh air. I love city walking now. It's so relaxed - totally different from working out type walking. It's nice to be able to walk miles and miles without getting tired.

After that, Scott, my parents, and I went to the MIT museum. That was amazing! I loved seeing all of the technology, old and new. This was one of my favorite moments, comparing the phone that Scott keeps in his pocket to the gigantic old computer with hundreds of times LESS computing power.



I like this one too. Scott is a database engineer and I have heard him say, more than once, that tech is hell.



We even got Zachary the cutest hat there...it's a Thinking Cap. :-)


I got this super cute and nerdy shirt for myself as well, which I bought in a plain old size LARGE, thank you very much.



That night my dad's sister and brother-in-law, my Aunt Jinny and Uncle Charlie, came to town. Zachary went on his first train ride on the T...he didn't seem too impressed as he slept bundled in a wrap inside of Dana's coat the whole way.



We went to a fabulous restaurant, Upstairs on the Square, in Cambridge. The food was spectacular...Dana and I shared salad, a roasted cauliflower pasta dish (which I ate very... very... slowly because I was scared I'd get stuck again), green pizza (spinach & herbs) and my mom and I shared a huckleberry crumble with salted caramel vanilla bean ice cream. Yum! I ate small-ish portions quite slowly, and did fine.

Tuesday was the day we were leaving. Our flight out wasn't until the night time so we had most of the day there. Scott and I were finally able to spend some alone time with Dana, Mike, and Zachary as everyone else went sightseeing to the town where my father grew up. It was nice to have some quiet time with them, and we're already planning another trip for the summer.

Later, we went for a walk on the Freedom Trail in Boston and saw some of the old sights - the old state house, the location where the Boston massacre started, etc. That's something Scott was excited about and I'm glad we got to see it.

It was then time to go home. As awesome of a trip as it was...the best part was quietly snuggling Zachary and getting to know the little guy.





My First Real PB

Do NOT read this if you are easily grossed out. Or if you are eating. Seriously. This will be very graphic. You have been warned.

So. In the midst of my wonderful trip to Boston to meet my adorable new nephew, something bad happened. It is politely referred to as a PB or "productive burp" but the ugly reality is...

I barfed. For the first time since surgery.

I previously had what I THOUGHT was a PB. Oh no, my friends. That was nothing. I just slimed a bit.

In some small way, I doubted my band doing its job as far as providing restriction. I knew I had gotten a bit "stuck-ish" before. Some food took a few minutes to go all the way down and it hurt a little. But nothing terrible or traumatic.

Not this time.

We were at my sister's house for dinner on Christmas night. We ordered Chinese food. I had a few bites of spicy chicken, some broccoli, nothing deep fried or out of the ordinary. I then took one bite of a vegetarian steamed dumpling. Uh oh. It wasn't going down. I put my fork down and
waited a few minutes. It wasn't going anywhere. The pain in my chest started coming in waves. I stood up and walked around. Didn't help.

All of a sudden, my mouth started watering and filling with slime, just like last time. I went into the bathroom and started spitting. And spitting. And spitting. My mouth kept filling with saliva.

Then the foam started. WTF was that?

I just wanted the pain in my chest to go away. As much as I hate vomiting, I was willing for it to go up or down at that point. I was coughing and trying desperately to get it to come up.

That motherfucking dumpling would not go in either direction.

I was practically in tears at that point and various people kept knocking on the bathroom door to see if I was ok. Scott even asked my sister if she had any syringes around (she is a doctor) in case I needed some fluid removed. (I would not have allowed that, of course.)

Then, all of a sudden, I hiccuped a few times and then barfed up a bunch of goop. Right after that, Scott knocked again to see how I was doing. I was better, but still feeling a little bad. My throat was hurting. I left the bathroom and rejoined the party, still feeling pretty miserable and
sore. I wouldn't hold the baby because I didn't want to puke on him if anything else came up.

After about 10 minutes, I thought I'd drink a little hot tea since I had heard that hot beverages can relax things if you're stuck. I took a few sips and then I ran to the bathroom and barfed again. The tiny, evil dumpling chunk came up and SWEET RELIEF, I felt immediately better, other than the sore throat.

A little while later I s-l-o-w-l-y sipped my tea and felt a ton better. I stuck with just warm liquids for the rest of the night. I was super hungry a few hours later and sipped the broth only from a cup of chicken noodle soup at the hotel.

I have been fine ever since. However, I will never, ever eat another steamed dumpling again.

Is there anything that can be done to get things moving if (goodness forbid) this ever happens again?

Home From Boston

I'm home from Boston. The highlight of the trip, by far, was meeting my beautiful nephew Zachary. He is such a sweetie.



My husband, Zachary's Uncle Scott, is pretty smitten with the little guy too.


I never knew that I could be so head-over-heels in love with such a tiny little person. This whole newborn baby thing is nothing I've ever really experienced this closely and I love it. He's so smooshy and soft and he smells good and when he curled up in my arms and slept for an hour and a half while everyone else napped...my heart grew three sizes that day. I've never really liked babies very much but this one has stolen my heart.

My sister and brother in law are amazing parents. Dana has always been great with kids (which is why she became a pediatrician) and I have seen Mike being wonderful with his nephew, but seeing them with their own child is just incredible. They're so loving and patient. My sister is glowingly beautiful. They were meant to be parents.



My parents are over the moon thrilled to finally be grandparents. My mom is really in her element as a grandmother and absolutely melts whenever she looks at Zachary. (However, I'm having a bit of an inferiority complex as I was the firstborn and now I think she likes the new baby better than me. ;-))


My father...he is in love and has the little boy in his life that he's always wanted since he got "stuck" with two daughters. :-)



I have so much more to tell you...including how I had my absolute worst stuck episode ever, the fun we had with the extended family, our visit to the MIT museum, a couple of wonderful meals, and more...but for now, it is bedtime so that will all need to wait. Goodnight!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Science: Why You Have Room for Sweets

I read this article which explains, in theory, why we have room for dessert even if we're otherwise stuffed:

"The sugar in sweet foods stimulates a reflex that expands your stomach"

Well THAT sounds like a bad idea. Didn't many of us have surgery to make our stomachs LESS expanded?

Read the article if you have a few minutes.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Zachary

My nephew, Zachary Alastair, was born at 12:39 AM last night. He is 8 pounds, 4 ounces. My sister and brother-in-law and the baby are all doing great. I love him already. <3


Thursday, December 15, 2011

I Didn't Eat the Cake

Y'all are going to get sick of me talking about all the things that I didn't eat, but I had to tell you this. There was a cake in the office today for my boss's birthday. And I didn't have any. Not one bite.

And the world didn't end.

Who knew?

I'm having a nice cup of Thai coconut chai tea with lowfat milk and Splenda instead. (Celestial Seasonings brand and verrrrrrry tasty, by the way.) I'd rather lose weight than eat cake right now.

Whoa.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Limit Your Sitting/Sleeping to 23.5 Hours Per Day

If you haven't watched this video on Lap Band Gal's blog, you must! It's simply brilliant.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Skillmania Pictures

A few pictures from the party we went to this weekend...


Me & Scott


Me & my friend Erron.


With my friend Donna (the party hostess) in our flashy headbands.


Jello Shots!


With my friend Amethyst.


The blue jello shots were especially chewy.

Junk Food Hangover

I went to a party last night. I'm not really a party person but I go to this one, Skillmania, every year. (You can see some of the pictures from last year here.)

We had a blast. It was way quieter and more mellow than years past, but that was kinda nice. I felt like I got more of a chance to talk to different people.

There will be plenty more pictures in the next few days, but for now, here's one of me. Notice that I'm wearing the shirt from my BOOBs Secret Santa..size large (no x), thank you very much. :-)



I ate too much junk food. I knew I would. I planned for it but was still a bit taken aback to see 2.5 pounds up on the scale this morning. I suppose it's no surprise since I had:

3 Jello shots
A shot of root beer schnapps
Chicken nuggets
Broccoli casserole
Hash brown casserole
Pizza breadstick
Chips & cheese
Birthday cake
Frosted brownie

It's not like I really had a LOT of anything...it was just all junky/carby/salty/sugary.

I'm on detox today. Protein, fruit and veggies. Loads of water. A good, hard workout. I'll be back down in no time.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

New Toy & Great Walk

I am so lucky...I have a husband who actually listens when I speak/write. Remember last month when I wrote, "I think that when I get some extra cash I am also going to try to pick up a used Garmin Forerunner GPS sports watch (I want one BAD)"? Yeah, well, Scott remembered. I got home from work last night and my darling husband had a wonderful graduation gift for me.


Not my picture, but this is what it looks like.

It's a Garmin Forerunner 305 GPS/heart monitor watch! I was so excited. If it hadn't needed 3 hours to charge, I would have immediately gone out to try it out.

This morning I had to take it out for a spin.



Thankfully, I already had plans with Jessica to meet up at this beautiful wetlands preserve, Wakodahatchee Wetlands, to go for a long walk today. I was SO proud of Jessica! Even after she thought she couldn't go any further, she pushed herself to do another mile and we did over a 5K - about 3.4 miles. She is doing so well and I was thrilled to be there for her first 5K.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Old Shirt

I have had this shirt since high school. I have had it in a drawer at my parents' house for 17 years because I loved this shirt dearly. It has been way too small to wear since 1994.




I wore it to work today. And it fits. Size large with no "x" in front of it.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Break Room Junk

This was the sight that greeted me in the office break room today...


Why yes, that is an M&M's buffet with every type of the instruments of the devil colorful and delightful little sweets. This was after the vultures at work got to them and they were mostly gone.

I didn't have one. Not one. Not even the coconut kind that I have never even tried and I love coconut!

I have no idea why it all seems pretty easy right now, but I'm gonna ride it 'til the wheels fall off.

Friday, December 2, 2011

I Didn't Eat the Bagel

You may have heard me say that I have a bagel for breakfast every Friday. My work provides them and I love bagels so I have one every Friday...bread scooped out, but I can easily eat the whole thing, and I almost always do. With cream cheese. I noticed that I am starving all day, every Friday.

Duh. The bagel.

Today I didn't eat the bagel.

I'm done with my plateau. I'm done camping at this weight. I'm ready to climb again.

I've been stuck right around 198 pounds for months. As of this morning, I was 194.6. Is exercise the secret, like Lap Band Gal said? Maybe. Probably. I have been kicking butt on the running trail 3-4 times per week, 45 to 60 minutes at a time. I am getting to the point where I crave exercise. I know what a runner's high is. I desperately want to do a 10k, because doing a 5k is just no effort at all anymore. I bought a Groupon for a kickboxing class and a boot camp and can't wait to start.

And also? I didn't eat the bagel.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

I Have the BEST Secret Santa!!!

I came home to this shirt in my mailbox, wrapped up all pretty-like:



Best. Shirt. Ever.

Who knows me this well? WHO? I shrieked at my husband for about 10 minutes insisting that he MUST have bought me this shirt because seriously? Who would ever think to get me a shirt involving nerds and zombies? It took me several minutes to calm down enough to find the little card that said it was from my BOOBs Secret Santa.

I wish I knew who she is because I would give her a big, sloppy kiss.

I don't know who you are, Secret Santa, but I love you.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Goal Reached

I have reached a major milestone. Other than turning in my final exam, I'm done with my Associate's Degree. Like DONE done. Even if I crash and burn on my final exam, I'll still end up with a C in the class and graduate. I got 104% on the last exam so I'm not worried in the least.

Whew.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

They Grow Up So Fast

I had lunch today with my friend Erron and her 12 year old daughter Keara. I have known Erron for a very, very long time and Keara and I have been close since she was a little baby. She has called us Aunt Stephie and Uncle Scott ever since she could talk.

Keara was the flower girl at my wedding. I will always remember walking into the bridal room in my big white wedding gown and Keara's eyes got as big as dinner plates as she exclaimed, "Aunt Stephie looks like a ghost."

When we got together today, we realized that Keara is taller than me...by a lot! I started going back through some old pictures and thought it was fun to see us together through the years.


At Busch Gardens in Tampa

Erron and Keara at my wedding, November 23, 2002


Today

Tomato Soup

It was an ordinary, average Tuesday morning. Scott and I had been living together for about two years. I took a shower, got dressed, poured myself a cup of coffee, and sat down at my computer to read the news before work.

“I’m leaving, Steph,” Scott called out.

I walked to the front door and put my arms around my boyfriend. “Bye, Sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Scott replied. “Hey, what would you think about getting the tomato soup recipe?”

I felt dizzy and my head started to swim. Was he asking me what I thought he was asking?

I should probably back up.

My family has a tomato soup recipe that’s been passed down from generation to generation. The soup was served on holidays and special occasions. I remember waking up on Thanksgiving mornings to the sweet and pungent aroma of tomatoes, meat, and brown sugar. It took all day to cook, and I would beg my mother for a taste long before it was ready. It always tasted too sour and sharp in the morning, yet almost magically, by dinner time it tasted perfect. It was sweet, mellow, and rich. The taste made me think of being with my family, and was always warm and comforting.

Throughout the years, whenever my sister or I asked for the recipe, we were told that only the married women in the family would get the recipe, and that it would be passed on to us by our mother when we got married. I always protested, grumbling that I didn’t want to get married, ever, and that it wasn’t fair. I thought I should be able to make my favorite soup any time I wanted it.

When Scott and I started dating, the first time he met my parents was at a holiday dinner. My mother had made the tomato soup. Scott declared it the best thing he’d ever eaten and went back for seconds. When he asked my mother if he could have the recipe, I groaned, embarrassed, when my mother told him that it was a family recipe and the only way he’d get it is by marrying into the family. I was mortified. We had only been dating for a couple of months at that point, and marriage was the furthest thing from our minds.

Several years passed. Scott and I moved in together. We ate many bowls of tomato soup together on many holidays. We said we wouldn’t get married. There was no reason to get married. We were perfectly happy. Scott had been married once before and it ended badly. We were content.

Then there was that normal, average Tuesday morning when Scott asked me if I wanted to get the tomato soup recipe. He smiled, kissed me goodbye, and left me confused, excited, and wondering what had just happened. I somehow made it through the day, feeling as if I were walking around in a dream.

When I got home from work that night, Scott and I went out to dinner. We went to a local steakhouse, and after we had ordered our meals, Scott reached across the table and took my hands. We started talking and he said that he’d been thinking a lot lately about what it would mean to get married to me. He said that if anything happened to him, he wanted it to be me who made the decisions for him if he was unable to do so for himself. He said he would understand if I didn’t want to get married and wouldn’t pressure me, but what he didn’t know was that I had been thinking a lot about marriage lately also, and I hadn’t wanted to pressure him!

By the time we left dinner that night, we were engaged. I went home and immediately called my little sister to tell her the news, but not until she swore not to tell my parents because I wanted to tell them myself. We giggled and wept together, and she exclaimed, “I’m going to have a brother-in-law! This is so exciting!”

That Saturday afternoon, Scott and I went to a jewelry store and bought my engagement ring. Scott said he wouldn’t officially give it to me until he had asked me to marry him in front of my parents.

The next day, Sunday, was Mother’s Day. Scott and I met my parents and my grandmother for brunch. I was so excited I felt like I was about to burst. After we ordered our food, I turned to my parents. “Mom,” I said. “Well, you’ve done it. You finally found a guy who likes your tomato soup enough that he’s willing to do anything to get it.”

At that moment, Scott pushed back his chair, got down on one knee, and said, “Stephanie, I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will!” I replied, and Scott slipped the glistening diamond onto the ring finger on my left hand.

My parents gasped in shock and then started laughing and crying at the same time. Everyone in the entire restaurant applauded. My father hugged me and welcomed Scott to the family. It was one of the most exciting moments of my life.

My parents got us the loveliest wedding present: a huge soup pot with the tomato soup recipe tucked inside.

Scott and I have been married for nine wonderful years today. Happy anniversary, my love. I hope we have many, many more bowls of tomato soup together.









Monday, November 21, 2011

Anniversary Weekend at Epcot

We are doing a big family Thanksgiving in Orlando this year, and my uncle Mark and his husband David flew in a week early to spend some time at Disney World. They are celebrating their 10th anniversary this week, and Scott and I are celebrating 9 years this week, so we went up to Disney to spend the weekend with them and go to Epcot.


Scott and me in line for Test Track



Mark and David being silly at Journey Into Imagination (a.k.a. the Figment ride - my favorite!)


My husband as a viking in Norway

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Real original title, huh?

The good: I was in the break room eating my lunch a few days ago when one of the sales ladies came in and said, "You look like you've lost more weight lately. Like a lot." "No," I answered, "Not an ounce in quite some time." She said, "Well, it sure looks like it. Maybe that outfit is just really flattering." I was wearing a shirt I got at the BOOBs clothing exchange - I don't know who donated the black, 3/4 sleeve Dana Buchman top with the tags still attached, but I want to wear it every day.

The bad: I had a yucky cold and haven't worked out in a week. And after I was so excited about it too. Ugh. I still have a cough but I am feeling much better now. I'm going to Disney this weekend but I plan to be out on that running trail on Monday!

The ugly: I had my first (tiny) PB this morning. I made it 20 months of being banded without, but that streak is broken. It's my own fault too - that's the really stupid thing. I had a customer installation first thing this morning and accidentally walked out the door without my breakfast. I was starving by the time I was done, and I pulled into Sonic and ordered a breakfast burrito, no meat. I thought that would be eggs, cheese, and jalapenos only. I peeled back the tortilla and realized that there were tater tots in there too. Now I KNOW I can't eat the tots. I know this. But I have been very loose lately and took a bite anyway, thinking it would be ok. And then another. And then kablammo...jalapeno flavored slime. It was gross. It hurt. I spit it out and then felt ok...mostly. I stuck with liquids for most of the day and then had the inside of a tuna sandwich for dinner. I'm fine now, but I need to write 100 times...

I will not attempt to eat a tater tot, ever.
I will not attempt to eat a tater tot, ever.
I will not attempt to eat a tater tot, ever....

Monday, November 14, 2011

Duh

You'd think I was pretty smart, right? (Don't answer that.) I'm a real idiot sometimes. I had a major "duh" moment today.

I'm really good about not drinking with my meals. I can eat some seriously spicy food without a drink and it doesn't bother me.

Today I had my usual Monday lunch - a Moe's burrito bowl - chicken or steak, black beans, a little guacamole, lettuce, onions, tomatillo salsa, and lots of chopped fresh jalapenos. I skip the tortilla and rice. Yum. As I often do after this lunch, I'll have a small Tasti-D-Lite, which is like a lowfat, low sugar ice cream like substance. 70 calories for a small and very, as the name implies, tasty.

I ordered my little cup of Tasti and got a phone call before I was able to finish it. Guess what it turned into as it sat?

Liquid. Basically a frozen beverage that gets unfrozen as soon as I put it in my mouth.

Duh.

That stops now. I didn't even think of that until now.

Duh.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Exercise Is the Secret

A very wise lady (Lap Band Gal) told me that exercise is the secret. Is it? We'll see, but I'm hoping she's right.

I'm very pleased with how I have ramped things up in the last couple of weeks. We moved into the new office building. It's lovely. Pretty kitchen that isn't someone's office, so we have a place to eat lunch in peace. A shower in the ladies' room (and the men's room too, from what I hear, but I haven't investigated). And the best part - a 4+ mile running and bicycling trail a block away.

Oh yeah. It rocks.

I've been out there only once so far (I didn't realize it was there before so I had been doing lunchtime workouts around and around and around the buildings). But it...is...awesome. Shady paths, right up alongside a stream, just enough wildlife to be interesting but haven't seen anything scary. Clean and well maintained. I'm planning on taking full advantage of that thing and spending my lunch breaks out there at least twice per week. Tuesday I went down one direction on the trail for a mile and a half and then back up for a mile and a half. I did the second half in much less time because I ran a good part of it.

I have some serious athlete co-workers - people who do Ironman triathlons, serious bicycle riders, and more. My friend Kelly is a marathon runner and she gave me some great tips for really getting in to it and building progress. Even though I will probably pass out, she is going to take me running. Even though I am WAY WAY slow compared to her, I think that her pushing me would help me get better. I think that when I get some extra cash I am also going to try to pick up a used Garmin Forerunner GPS sports watch (I want one BAD) to record my progress and she said that using hers gives her just enough data about her progress to improve, but doesn't have so many bells and whistles to be complicated or get bogged down in so many details.

I also signed up for a series of Boot Camp classes (got a Groupon) per Island Bandit's example.

I can't seem to lose another ounce, no matter how well I eat these days, so I'm going the other way...adding SERIOUS exercise. Not just futzin' around a couple of days a week.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Social Distortion Concert 2011

And yet another reason I love my band...


Because dancing through a Social Distortion concert is way more fun than sitting down through it because your feet and knees hurt.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Good Choices

I made good choices today...

  • I had homemade chicken apple salad on a 100 calorie flatbread for breakfast instead of the sausage breakfast burrito I craved.
  • I had a frozen meal for 350 calories for lunch today, instead of the creamed spinach pizza that was calling my name.
  • I went for a 35 minute walk at lunchtime (and got to use the shower in my new office!) instead of sitting on my butt and reading blogs.
  • I had a cup of chai tea instead of a handful of the "fun sized" candy bars in the break room.
  • I skipped the giant cookie that I wanted at Panera for dinner and came home to a 100 calorie, sugar free ice cream bar instead.
  • I had water when I wanted another cup of coffee.
By my estimation, I should weigh 140 pounds by morning.

No? Why doesn't it work that way?

Sigh.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Sleepy Bullets

  • Ambien kicking in so this will be quick...
  • Jen's post about taking care of your band really made me think. Please go read it if you haven't already.
  • We moved over to our new office today. It is beautiful and cuts 10-15 minutes off my commute each way. AND there are showers in the bathroom. AND easy walking distance to the gym at my school. AND a real break room where I can take my time and eat my healthy lunches. I'm excited.
  • It's raining really hard. So much for my 4 mile walk I was planning for tomorrow at this beautiful park nearby. No excuses! I'll go walk the mall for an hour if I have to.
  • I ate almost a whole jerk chicken wrap for lunch (with lettuce, plantains, beans, but peeled off a good part of the tortilla). Was not overly full.
  • I ate part of a roast beef sandwich for dinner (bread well scooped) last night. Yeah - bread and meat together. I am afraid I will need a fill soon. I am loosey-goosey. Breakfast has been no problem. I even "tested" myself with a few dried apricots, the food I notoriously got stuck on for the first time. Went down like buttah. I'm going to ride it for a couple of weeks though before I decide anything...I'm coming up on that part of the month that I usually end up much tighter.
  • Night night time.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Airplane Seats

When I returned from Chicago, I posted on my bariatric surgeon's Facebook page, "It is amazing how much larger the airplane seats are these days. ;-)"

Here's a little proof from my trip to Boston last weekend...legs crossed, and just look at all that extra seatbelt!






Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Baby Shower Weekend

The baby shower for my sister and brother-in-law was great, and I really enjoyed being in the Boston area in the fall.

This blanket is the knitting project I have been working on for months, and now that Dana and Mike have seen it, I can share pictures. :-)





My husband, Scott got them a book called My Little Geek. It was so funny!



For the first time in our lives, my sister's belly sticks out more than mine. :-)



I love this one of me, Dana, and our parents.


The day after the shower, we went to my brother-in-law Mike's sister's farm, First Root Farm, to help with the garlic planting. It was so cool seeing how the garlic is grown.



Later that day, we went to walk around Walden Pond. It was 1.7 miles around, and Mike and I wanted to walk it fast, so we took off and did so. It was awesome to think about how the first time I went to Boston to visit them, I wanted to cry during the half mile walk to the train station and now I can go ALL day with no problem and walk miles and miles.


Life is good. :-)