Ok so the yoyo did not stop. I did not manage to remain full and my restriction sucks. I am calling this morning for a fill. I doubt I will be able to get in for a couple of weeks. I hate it that the wait time is so long. When you finally figure out you need a fill it is like being hit on the head and you want to immediately take action. However then you have to give it two more weeks before you can take care of business. arghghg.
On a good note-I am behind in laundry again and was forced to rummage through my closet for clothes. Again i found jeans i had outgrown and can now fit into (these ones were on the big side already!!). I tried on my little black dress-it fits again, a dress i wore in 2006 that did not look very good on me and now it looks so much better. woohoo a whole new wardrobe. I desperately need to dig into the mess and chuck out the stuff that is big. There are a few shirts (God knows why i saved these things!!) that are short and wide! They obviously got put into the dryer and because they were cheap pieces of crap from Target or some such equivalent store shrunk up in the most unflattering way (big belly hangs out but shoulders are drowning in fabric). I chucked two of those on the floor in front to remind me to haul the off to the garbage can or Goodwill.
Work, Work, Work-
Work is killing me right now. I like to teach and sitting at home reading papers from an online posting is boring-I know the students appreciate the feedback but the social interaction is lacking. I am teaching another class where we get to meet a few times and then do part of the work online. It seems a better configuration. I was ready to quit last week and hobble together some one on one tutoring jobs, subbing at a high school and teaching the combo face to face and blackboard class but the sub job had already been filled and we got our tax information. I am going to owe money big time!! eek.
For all of you Brits (and perhaps Aussie's-Do you have socialized medicine??). We pay a 40% tax rate and get nothing to show for it (well maybe some damn bombs!!) My husband paid the same amount in the UK and at least had free medical care, and relative assurances that he would have some sort of retirement money coming in. He does have a higher income here but the tax thing is crazy. I'm hoping that Obama comes through and cuts our taxes a little (i have in the past been a pro-tax girl. I am always ready to support the fire, police, schools, library etc. but 40% is a killer when you have two daughters in college, another living at home while she pays for her own college, a 7 year old, a grandchild at home, a ripped up kitchen that is sucking money like no tomorrow and a commute to work that is and 1.5 hours away....I shouldn't complain i guess we both have jobs...ack but i don't like mine! (put in a whiny voice here) I want a real job!
The kitchen-
it is still ripped up. There are assembled Ikea cabinets everywhere (littering the kitchen, in the living room. There is the debris of cardboard in the entry way, the living room, and kitchen. All of my kitchen goods are all over the dining room, living room and bathroom (our kitchen sink replacement). it is like a war zone in here!! My goal was to work hard this weekend and help my hubby get the cabinets in so i could call the countertop people and get them to come measure. Well one hairy electrical outlet later (some hacked together garbage disposal, dishwasher switch in a funky place) and all of Sunday was gone and all of the cabinets remained. My husband can move from a good pace when he is sure of himself to a snails pace when he has a hairy problem to work out (this one must have been extremely hairy!!) It took all day Sunday!! I could not help because he gets irritated when i try to help and he is thinking things through. I gave up and got some work done far away in my bedroom. I am calling the countertop people today and then tonight when he comes home from work we will have to put them in place.
I think this is enough for one morning-i wish my writing would go this fast for work!!
Living with a lapband after seeing goal is just as much work as getting there. This blog chronicles my journey to qualify for band surgery, my work to goal weight and now living with the band long term. Weight will always be an issue but there is a whole lot of living to be done.
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