My Chart

Well, as I neared the end of the lap band adventure, here’s the final graph. The little kick up at the end is my bounce up from the loosening. Which, they said may occur, mostly because I’m EATING now. Although I don’t want that trajectory to continue up, or I’ll have to get an adjustment to have saline put in. I’d prefer not to which means, diet and exercise – the two words I couldn’t escape before – I still can’t escape. But, now – anyways – I feel “hopeful”.

Hope you’re well. I am too.

Back to Food.

Well, it’s been about 18 months and I reached my goal weight of 150. That’s down from 280 and I feel so much better. Well, Mostly.
Mostly because towards the end of my lap band experience, I was having extreme difficulty holding down anything. Even water. This obviously is concerning because I wasn’t sure what was going on. It became serious as I was experiencing dehydration and unable to go to the bathroom.
I went to visit the lovely lap band folks at True Results clinic where I’ve been going for a couple of years. They were nice enough to put me under the scope, an x-ray-like procedure where they have you drink the barium solution and watch it go down. As I saw the dark liquid enter my throat, esophagus and then down to my stomach – there it was. The stomach. The band. Everything.
But as the liquid hit the stomach nothing happened. That is to say, nothing was entering. That was a problem obviously and explained why my blood pressure was so low and I was feeling so crappy. I wasn’t even able to take in liquids. Additionally, you could see on the screen that my esophagus had become somewhat bloated or “dilated” as the folks at True Results were telling me. A condition where when the band has slipped or is too tight the food backs up into the esophagus. This is not a healthy condition. So, the protocol turns out to be to remove the saline immediately to allow the food to pass into the stomach naturally without restriction.
Well. That turns out to be ok for me. 1 because the condition is not comfortable and I thought at points I would die of feeling constricted. 2 because I’ve pretty much met my goal now and so it’s time to have it reduced anyway.
What occurred after this can only be described however as the equivalent of uncapping a volcano. When the band was loosened all that acid that had been building in my stomach shot up into my already dilated and irritated esophagus and I thought throughout the day that I’d pass out. Really – I felt weak, dizzy and like I’d collapse from pain. I’d never have thought heart burn or reflux could be so severe that it’d make you lose consciousness. I was wrong.
It turns out after a week of Dr. visits and general not feeling good – I feel better. Much better.
I celebrated my feeling good with – and get this – a visit to the gym. I’m thinking I must have changed on some level that I hadn’t because this, before my surgery, would never have occurred to me.

Food has always been my first choice of celebration. So, for me to go and have a walk on the treadmill to celebrate my victory is not only a ‘new’ thing – it’s a revolutionary one.

Of course, that was last Friday. Then came Saturday. I woke up “hungry”. It’s been a while since I’ve woken up famished. With the band, I rarely found myself in a situation where I felt “hungry”.
The worst I felt was more described as indifference. Like “I could eat, or not. I’m not sure one way or the other”. But this morning – Saturday – was definitely that old feeling that I hadn’t experienced in a while which was ‘hungry’.
So, I thought “waffles”. I thought that because of all the breakfast foods I missed during my lap band mode, this was probably one of the hardest to give up. During my 18 months with the band I ate eggs and bacon, pretty much anything but bready things like toast, pancakes, biscuits, etc. But waffles I missed.
So I had some. They were delicious. Well. I don’t have to tell you!
But then I thought about all the things I missed and proceeded to reminisce with sandwich, pasta, pizza, cookies, smores and more. Not all in one sitting of course. But throughout the weekend.
Nevertheless it left me a little worried this morning when I stepped on the scale and found myself at 155. Good golly miss Molly. How can one gain so much back in such a little ole thing as a weekend? Well. It’s all coming back to me now. How I got into the situation I was in, in the first place! And, I’ve enjoyed my weekend of walking down memory lane. I’m sure there are other things I’d like to remind myself of how good they are. (Chocolate cake?). But I have a life time to eat those things and in moderation. This, as we know, is not a word I’ve been familiar with.
I’m going to remind myself of refocus and commitment. So, as I sit here, Monday morning, with a cup of hot tea and a handful of almonds – I’m reminded that I actually like eating the lap band way. I feel more than just a sense of being satiated for my hungry. I feel a victory in the investment in myself and my health. Sure the pizza, sandwiches is all good. And, I’m sure with some level of restraint I can have those things. As a matter of fact, when eating that Italian sausage and peppers sandwich at Mandola’s, I finished half, and wrapped the other half to take home. I checked in with my stomach that responded “hey. we’re unbanded! We can eat the whole thing. No problem!” And, rethought how much food was on my plate, and whether I really needed to eat a whole sandwich in one setting. Even, if I could.
I decided it was better to spread so much food between two or more meals. Maybe I did learn something! Maybe something took. Time will tell – but that’s my prayer for today.

The Dallas Crew

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The Dallas Crew
Originally uploaded by ChristopherSolis.

I had such a great time in Houston this last weekend. It was great to see friends converge from Dallas, San Antonio, Houston AND Austin. I hope the trend continues.

This picture reminds me of happy and warmer days. It’s cold now. 🙂

The End of An Automotive Era

My first car was a Pontiac. I was so happy that day. I believe I may have written about it here before. I was as intensely sad to see it hooked up and taken to the wrecking yard (what we now call auto recyclers).

To think the last one that rolled off a line was a G6. Not on of the marks most exciting or even memorable models. Maybe that’s indicative of the problem. And, speaks to the end result.

I Agree

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Poor politicians. I agree. Long hours, 365 days a year can really… wait. Oh. What’s that? They don’t work all year long? Oh.
In the famous words of Emily Latella – nevermind
Elected officials on Sacramento do work to hard. If you view it one light. What we have is a part-time legislature with a full time salary. There was a day when our Legislature was part time. In the interest of saving money, and now their health. I suggest we return to those days.

How Radical A Thought: Time for a New Union?

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Just a few short years ago. Remember? When the idea was proposed of a Union of Europe? I remember thinking, wow – how would any of these proud, old countries and their citizenry be willing to give up an inch of autonomy on even just economic policy – let alone political ideology and goals?

The main focus of course was on economy because the proposal was to replace the Franc, Mark, Lire with a European currency. Blasphemy! I remember thinking, that I couldn’t imagine America being willing to give up the Dollar in exchange for a unilateral currency. And, of course, the idea at the time was preposterous. Why would America give up anything, let alone it’s mighty dollar.

For years we have been the pre-eminent in all things fiscal. We have set the policy or at the very least had a modicum of influence in nearly every world wide matter. Just by virtue of the dollar being the ‘standard’ by which most things were measured. Oil? Sure it’s in the middle east, but it’s traded for in Dollars. China’s trade surplus? Sure, it’s huge. And, it’s measured in dollars.

But somewhere along the way, oh say between 2000-and-2008 America lost it’s focus, if not its way. Political ideology leaned conservative at all costs. Anti gay and pro corporate welfare? Vote Republican. Pro school voucher and anti democrat-anything? Vote Republican, Pro military, pro life, pro religion taking over social welfare programs, etc. You get the idea. Vote Republican.

In fact, I’d argue that the down fall of America can be traced to the Gays. Well, not the Gay’s in as much as American religious intolerant hatred of them. “Oh boo” you conservatives say. We don’t hate gays. We love them. We just wish they were us. That’s all. Ok.

As a result of years of being steered by a President who claimed to have a monopoly on a moral compasses but would appear no real world fiscal, political, or intellectual leadership we have come to this. We have countries pushing for a new standard and to de-dollarize the world from measurement. China being a chief advocate of this and no small wonder as it enters the stage posed to be the new eminent power – and some would argue already is.

So, we could spend the next decade (and probably will) pointing fingers to determine exactly who is at fault. I would argue that we’ve been headed for these rocks for sometime. Republicans would try and have you believe this all just came about in the last 10 months. Ever since Obama was elected, the worlds gone to shit. Really? Wow. We’re in deeper doo than I thought.

So here’s a radical idea. What about an American Union? That is, a Union of the Americas. North, Central, South. It’s time we realize we may have to swallow our nationalistic, jingo-istic pride and chart a new course. One that includes our neighbors and begins to look – at least in our own backyard – to other countries as equals. Sure, Mexico and other countries have severe problems. And, Venezuela might rather we fall off the face of the earth than join a picnic with us let alone an economic alliance. But, as we wrap up the first decade of this century, we’re in poor straights than where we were just 10 years ago.

And, given the challenges we have and the benefits which could be had from linking our combined currencies and efforts with those around us, is it really that radical of an idea? Oh, American’s will never have it. I’m just dreaming out loud of course. But think about it. It could be the next big thing.

Who Paid for the Question One Passage in Maine

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In case you were wondering, it’s the who’s who of gowned men. No, I’m not talking about drag queens. Although, they are gowned men too. I’m talking about the church. Pick one, but predominately Catholic and Mormon. Don’t you think entities who are essentially political action committees rather than tax-exempt religious organizations should be paying their fare share? I do.

Or, maybe gay couples shouldn’t be struggling at city hall to get marriage licenses, maybe we should be approaching the IRS to incorporate as churches. Two members, devoted to worshipping each other. It could work. God knows “I” could use the tax relief. Shoot. If my home were a church, I’d be on easy street. I might even have enough left over money to – oh, I don’t know – donate to my favorite causes.

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