I Want Buns of Steel, not Buns of Cinnamon

I can say that is my desire now. For a long time it was the opposite. I would have choosen a warm gooey cinnamon bun just about over anything. When I put on my underwear and the fruit of the loom guys started laughing, I was not detered one bit from thinking or eating all the sweet gooey junk I could get my hands on.. And this my frilends was with the lap band.. But that was where I was at. I am on the road and truly committed to making healthy choices of what to eat. I am making soups out of vegetables and beans. Caseroles out of yams, apples, pears, and oranges, for a sweet dish. And salads with balsamic vinegar. With smaller portions and healthy ingredients, add some exercise, and I am looking forward to those buns of steel. lol... One of my member friends, "Bardy" replyed to may last blog with encouragement. There was one thing she said concerning the band that struck me.. I quote her, "we need to respect it"

For 4 wasted years I did not "respect " the band. I over rode it and wouldn't let it work for me. When you "respect" something, or someone, you tend to listen to it, them. You keep company with it or them and share in a relationship with it or them. I did none of those things. Now it is different. I do have a working relationship to my band. I have even named her. "Bandi". he he.. Yep , things have changed. Just this morning when putting my underwear on, those fruit of the loom fellas barley snickered. lol... Give Respect, Get Respect... Blessings

Dolly