Most perculiar day post 6.1ml

Today has been... random.

I took my Prozac and my antibiotic and then gulped down my vitamin before I thought to break it in two... Instantly felt sick, but just did NOT have time to be. So I got in the car and drive to town. well that was the plan. I got half way there and had to pull in to an industrial estate and hurl my gut's up in a layby infront of a selection of builders.

"Gets better after the 4th month love!" was the chorus.

HA HA. Yeah whatever dudes. Its a lap band. Not that you'd know what that is. They didn't. Great, so I look like a complete tool.

This pissed me off really bad. I have been really really really really (did I say really?) broody. I can't have any more children. If I could have, then I would have about 5 by now no worries. However, I was sterilized at the tender age of 22 because of a blood thing that I have got. Its just too darn risky for me. I nearly died having DS as it is. That's enough chances for me thanks.

So, as DS is now 9, and not particularly enjoying the mass hugs and snogs and slobbers that he has to endure daily, I really miss a little baby munchkin to smother with love. DS puts up with it, but its like "Awww MUM!"

So I was in a happy mood. Came home and looked at ebay for a while and ate a yoghurt and watched a bit of Jeremy Kyle... and then TB phoned and said she was coming over to paint my kitchen. So I went over and picked her and the paint up and we came back and got cracking. So I spent a pleasant 3 hours scrubbing and prepping my kitchen.

DH and DS, my sister and Carina all had fish and chips from the chip shop. I was busy scrubbing and didn't bother eating. TB didn't have anything either; just carried on working.

I was getting ready to go to work a little bit later and I grabbed the half of fishcake that DS hadn't finished. That was me full. On the way to work it dawned on me that I had only eaten a yoghurt and half a fish cake. Oh dear.

At my second pupils I get a cup of tea and a cake. I ate a bit if the cake and realised that it wasn't going to stay put. I quietly and with as much dignity as I could, made my excuses and went to the bathroom to hurl. Goodness knows what they thought. Ho Hum. No more cake. Just drank the tea.

So I Got back from work at 7:30pm and, not surprisingly, I was not hungry. So I immediately started to rub down the units in the kitchen and fill some holes and things. DH made me a coffee. He said he wasn't hungry because of the chips earlier, so I didn't bother to cook. I grabbed a yoghurt at 9 and have just finished that.

Today's food has been poor to say the least, and minimal for sure. 450 cals have been consumed if I count a whole fishcake, because I cant exactly know how many calories are in a chip shop fish cake. I chose one with the most calories and counted that. I would rather over estimate than under estimate and not be able to work out why I don't lose weight.

But I get a suspicion that this weight lark is not going to be the problem that it has been in the past! I love my band. I can honestly say that I don't feel hungry and I feel well and not dizzy or weak or anything either. Hope it lasts.