Hello there Band fans....I got banded March 28th-2007.

I told myself....Bycyling would be a very good choice. Fresh air, muscles working for the sake of "Cardio". After one week passed--in April. I purchased three new bikes for me and my two sons. I have defeated many things doing that. No more not riding with my children--we ride as a crew (family). We could not conquer the hill on my street. We used to stop 3 to 4 times before getting to the top ( I did). So now the wheels have turned. My kids ask me---"Daddy can we stop--our legs are burning". Thank God I am doing well now. Now with 21 pounds gone---but just riding bikes. I am ready for the next Journey...The 1st fill--I am looking forward to the next 4 to 6 weeks--maybe 12 or 20 pounds gone...who knows...:faint: this is how I feel on many days after my ride. Today--(8.5 miles) It was walking, riding around the fair in my town--but that is what my speedometer said when it was all over...

Right down from croomacoohee some pronounce it Groom a cooche. You had to know I was living close to some kind of COOCHEE!!!

I have to get ready for work. C-ya

yes what a ride I will have to tell about in detail funny story

LOL. Yeah you will have to be a slacker at work like me and tell me about it later.

Holy fricken restriction.

I think I finally know what it truely is.

Describe it to me BG!!!! I want to know what your restriction feels like. What sizes are the bites of food you are eating?

I am taking provider level CPR today....can anyone say defibrillator.....????

Bicycling Screensaver

BG, you will get to 200 because I am going to get there and you are ahead of me so YOU WILL GET THERE!! Hmmm, did that make ANY sense???

It feels like hell on earth lol.

I ate about 1/4 of a toasted bagel for breakfast. And only the very cruchy toasted outside parts, not the doughy inside. Baby, baby bites. Smaller than a pea. I had about 1/2 cup of chili for lunch and a could barely finish it. Took me about 30 minutes. It felt really tight going down. Almost to the point where I was wondering if maybe I was too tight. Once I had a few bites it went down easier. It is just weird because I have not had this kind of restriction. Sure it was there but I could still eat any kind of food and take big bites. Now I am going to be scared to try thngs like bread.

I hope so D because the damn scale has not been moving at all.

I am taking provider level CPR today....can anyone say defibrillator.....????

I'm clear, you're clear, we're all clear, ZAP!!!!!!!!

JC's launch into redneck stardom.

I went to bed early one Friday night in anticipation of catching a wall mount worthy large mouth bass. My boat hooked to my truck, every last little thing required to do battle on the lake was either in the boat or truck.

It was a rare night of peacefull sleep, no one calling, no knocking on the door, just absolute peace.

I woke up at 4:55 a.m. on que five minutes before my alarm clock as I often do, I posses an amazing internal alarm clock. The sounds I heard were magical although somewhat disappointing. Light drops of rain hitting the roof dripping off leaves, pooling on the ground with a very soothing rythmn. There was no anger, I made a quick assesment, this sounded like a long set in soak. This rain should be embraced this is sleep all day long rain, almost as good as fish all day sun! Back to sleep I went.

Then a new sound was introduced to my senses a train, not any old train a steam driven honest to God locomotive and it was headed straight for me RUNNNNNN! My instincts leap into action I jumped to my feet and started to sprint to the other side of the house.

My house at the time was my family home, I purchased it from my surviving siblings after the deaths of my Father then youngest sister. I Dad had this house built in the 1940's after arriving here from Kansas by way of Galveston Texas. It is a wood frame, what's referred to around here as either a cracker shack or shotgun house. There were two additions on the original house to accomodate our growing family. Hardwood floors with tongue and groove siding inside as well as out.

As I sprinted towards the farthest end of the house there was a rifle shot equivalent snap, followed by an indescernable noise and finally a thunderous crash. The entire house shook echoed and vibrated violently. I made it to the kitchen with Olympic speed only to realize I should put some clothes on. I raced back to my room certain that I would be crushed and grabbed some clothes sprinting for the kitchen once again. Lightning was now introduced into the mix, just as I pulled on some clothes and opened the door a bolt exploded a branch of a Grandfather oak causing the powerline of our sentinel light to break. It was whipping and snapping in about a 30 yard radius bright electric discharge was competing with the now violent lightning. Before I could get back into what I thought was going to be a very large coffin of a house another branch broke sending the powerlines by the road down to my fence which lit up like an arc welder. Then, silence ,the long soaker rain even subsided.

I started to walk back through my house to survey the damage. Then, the smell of smoke filled my lungs. Panic struck me, the house is on fire! What are the most important things to grab? Run! Just Run grab and go grab and GO! I flew out the door looking for signs of smoke and fire looking for a water hose what the Hell is going on?

Then, silence, as if nothing ever happened, the house didn't appear to be on fire. There was however what looked like a giant oak tree hand grasping the roof, after a closer look I realized that this limb which was the size of a fully mature oak tree had lined up perfectly with both of the chimneys in the house. There were only small holes broken through the roof deck and the old house was still standing proud.

In the distance I heard sirens and a lot of them they were getting louder and louder apparently the people living in the trailer park down the hill from my house didn't fare so good. No one was injured but there was a lot of structural damage.

The news media arrived at my place about two hours after the incident. They took pictures of the Giant limb interviewed me about the incident.

You know come to think of it they did not run much of the audio from my answer when the cameraman said you look a little shook up, were you scared?. After they left I looked around the yard, looked at the old house, then a thought hit me, I am going to be on TV! What am I wearing? I looked down and found nothing unusual except for one thing, and this is a public service announcement. If you are threatened by violent weather and you decide to dress yourself before escaping, IT DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO PUT ON A PAIR OF FREAKIN SOCKS!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? The time you waste putting ona PAIR OF SOCKS!!! COULD COST YOU YOUR LIFE!!!!!!! WTF???????

Aside from all that it was really no big deal and definately not the reason why I don't sleep good at night.

BG, I never slack off at work! Just thought I would send a quick little note.

Wow. Am I really insane to be jealous? I would love to be in a tornado as long as I lived through it.

Yeah I know I am friggin weird.

D

The down side of restriction is feeling like a freaking buelemic. Don't tell me to get an unfill. Tell me to eat more often and not get so freaking hungry...then I eat too quickly. It takes about 6 bites to get to the can I continue or not space....And not big bites but little bites.

I'm out of my element and eating on other people's schedules. Today I ate 3 sausage links over the course of 20 minutes just so I could have some calories in my system...which was fine but then there was cake, and the thought to get some calories, any, had me eating a piece of that. I haven't eaten cake since April and not much then.

I'm frustrated and annoyed. I know it will get better, I'm just tight. Not too tight because if I make the right choices things are fine. But yesterday I tried rice and failed. Today was lunchmeat.

rambling........... For the first time since surgery, today while standing over a toilet in the handicapped stall with 5 good friends sitting at the table in the restaurant, PBing my lunch, which was delicious on they way down, and hungry as a trucker, I thought I hate this bitch ass band.

But then I wiped the spittal from my chin, dried my eyes, said a prayer of gratitude that no one heard me and went back to the table. This is what I signed up and I shouldn't be surprised that the band is doing exactly what it was designed to do.

Everything Juli just said lol.

That pretty much describes it perfectly.

Good God J, I could of wrote that myself. I too, this week, have cursed my band like it was a nasty old piece of shit. I too, get stuck and have had the famous sliming but have not pbed yet. I hope not too!!! I just want to know if everyone else gets the WORSE pain when getting stuck or if I am the only one. It hurts soooo fuckin bad sometimes and then I swear, I am right back at in the next meal, pushing it to the limits. I don't understand myself at times. It feels like I am on the outside looking in sometimes. I do love this weight loss, I do hate that I have to have this babysitter inside me.

I just ran 2.75 miles. Outside. No treadmill.