funckity-funck-funck-funck...

I'm in a serious funk.  Saw the Dr. on Wednesday and my weight is out of control.  I was up to 222 (I started at 241.5 almost 2-years ago!!!).  My lowest "official" weight was 203--just before the unfill on New Years Day.  I don't have much of a potty-mouth, but suffice it to say that sh!t-d@mn-mother-suckity-funcker is the cleanest of what's been going through my head lately.  I have only myself to blame since I took full advantage of my unfill to stuff my pie-hole with pizza, Subway (foot longs even), chips, ice cream, etc.  I have been eating just because I can.  I can't remember the last time I was hungry--or even not somewhat uncomfortable because of eating too much.  My belly is swollen like a pregnant lady and I even got winded picking up laundry yesterday.

I have a fill scheduled on Monday.  I mentioned the sleeve conversion to Dr. S and he agreed that it might be a good option for me.  But, he wants to give the band a full 2-years (and a couple more fills) before we go that route.  Me?--I am at the end of my rope.  I have put so much effort into being positive and hopeful during this whole trial and I think I'm just out of steam.  So, now I feel sort-of like I did during my original pre-lapband waiting period.  I am so over this band and anxious to get on with the next stage...

Gonna try to make the best of the next 4-months, but my heart just isn't in it right now.

To lighten the mood, here are some pictures of my dog with his new best friend...a lamb pillow-pet that he calls "Cow"(he also has a yellow-duck called "Frog").  He takes it with him everywhere.