Dear Bandster Hell....you Suck!

Day 19 post-op and I do have to say this thing called "bandster hell" is actually....wait for it....hell. I have actually gained about 5lbs after surgery. Why, YES! I WILL have some sweet and sour chicken with crab ragoon! Oh, your ordering pizza? Yes, I WILL have 2 slices thank you! I do have to say that I haven't had any bread OR soda. Carbs and I just don't get along and the doughy goodness has brought me to where I am now. And even though I would love me some Big Gulp Mt.Dew, I just can't get into that habit again. It's been exactly 30 days (who's counting right?!) since my mouth touched a crisp, yummylishes Mt.Dew bottle but like my ex-friend Carbohydrates, soda just doesn't cut it anymore. SEE YA!

Oh and excersise isn't a naughty word anymore. It's only frowned upon now. I still fight with myself every dang day trying to get my wobbly behind out for a walk and I can think of a MILLION reasons why I don't have enough time to take 30 minutes out of my day. My excuses include, but not limited too, "Oh, I need to give our dogs a bath." "I need to rearrange my cubbords", "I need to color cordinate my clothes in my closet." and my favorite, "I can't go for a walk outside! It's too windy/rainly/snowy/sunny/hot/cold/humid out."

I'm sure by this time next year I'll be running 5ks and making exercise a priority. But until then, I'm going to throw a hissy fit while I put my shoes, sweat pants, long sleeve shirt, coat, mittens and stocking hat (that are all color cordinated)on and take my wobbly behind (and thighs mind you) out for a walk. Grrrrr!