Highest Weight: 284
Surgery Weight: 266
Current Weight: 227 (-4)
Total Lost: 57 lbs

I tested the waters.  I was a bad girl. 

And, like I thought I may, I dumped.

And I don't plan on testing the waters anytime again.

I ate the top of a dunkin donuts coffee cake muffin.  It is pure sugar.

It was delicious.

But the effects I felt after negated the deliciousness of the muffin top.  I did not have a horror story dumping experience like I've read about.  It started about about 10 minutes after I ate the muffin top.  I started feeling really hyper aware and awake (we were on the drive back home from family - a 4.5 hour drive), then "blah", then nauseous, then the nausea got worse.  And worse.  I felt like I was going to puke at any second, and may have felt better if I did.  But I didn't.  The really bad nausea lasted about a half hour, the whole 'experience', before I started feeling normal again lasted about an hour.

As I was eating the muffin top, I knew I was not doing what I was supposed to be doing.  I also know people go months, years(?) without testing the waters to see if they dump because they are super careful.  I have been that way, but I saw an opportunity - of course, not necessarily the best time as we were in a car on the interstate, but I digress.  I wanted to try it.  I did and my pouch, or the RNY, won.  I "got" what I was asking for.

So, I am not likely to try that, or something sugary again anytime soon.  I know that even though you may dump on one thing, you may not dump again, and if you don't dump once, you may the next time.  Gonna stick to plan, and maybe in another couple months I will push the envelope again, I don't know.  But for now, I am happy for the surgery, "happy" I dump and still on track.  Although I have been eating a lot of carbs lately.  Stupid winter.

Highest Weight: 284
Surgery Weight: 266
Current Weight: 231 (-3)
Total Lost: 53 lbs

I don't know what it is, but since I've been back to work fullish time (still only doing about 7 hours, 7.5) I go poop every day while I am at work.  I don't eat anything different, protein first, veggies, carbs (in that order) and drink my 64+ oz of water everyday.  It is still kind of painful to poop - been that way since a few weeks post op when constipation set in for me.

I have a couple theories.  I am more active now that I am working, constantly getting up and walking up and down halls, as opposed to sitting in my chair most of the day.  I also drink more water when I am work - 2 32 oz nalgene bottle's worth, PLUS my protein shake made with milk PLUS usually about 16 oz's before work plus whatever drink at night.  So I am sure that is helping a lot too.

But I really noticed this week, now that I am back to work, I am going pretty much everyday now instead of every 3 days.  Now only if I could remember to drink as much on the weekends and remember my calcium at meals, I will be golden!

Was better than the first, but still will take some getting used to.  I went to lunch with a couple friends today to Longhorn Steakhouse.  I haven’t tried actual steak yet, so I thought it best to stick to chicken – something I know agrees with me.  I sit down at the table and the helpful waiter comes over and asks if I want something to drink, and I politely decline.  He asks if I am sure and if I just want water or something…. Um, no, I am pretty sure I didn’t want anything.  So I tell me lunchmates I am not able to drink fluids 30 mins before and after a meal, so it’s not really worth getting anything (although from here on out I may just order a water just so I don’t have to deal with constantly saying no!).

Well, it comes time to order, and I chose a chicken dish with a salsa on top.  He asks if I want any sides and I say no - it said it came with rice, but you need to apparently ask for it, so he asks me again if I am sure and looks at me like I have 4 heads for not ordering a side oe 2, because he says, it comes with 2 sides you know!  I just should have ordered rice and veggies, but also know in restaurants, especially chain ones, they are prolly drizzled in some sauce or butter or something.  Still looking at me funny, I ignored him and he finally left.

It was a bit interesting to see how the ‘fill your plate’ mentality is and when you deviate from that, people act a bit wonky.   My friend had fries and I didn’t even give them a second thought, which is a good sign I suppose.  The chicken was good, but I think was more beaks and elbows as it wasn’t horribly lean.  It may have been a little fattier than I would have liked but it was still good and pure protein in my bellah.  As I got the check, the waiter asked me if I had enough to eat, as I asked for a doggy bag.  Let it go, man!  It’s okay!  I don’t need to stuff my face or eat to make you happy!