In response to the hair style poll on my last post, I told my hairdresser yesterday that I needed to have it trimmed and shaped but to let it grow some more. I think she thought I was kidding about asking my blog readers what to do with it, but I really appreciated the direction! I looked through a bunch of old photos this weekend and saw quite a variety of body shapes and hair styles – and the thinner me looked cute with shorter layered hair, but the fluffier me definitely looks better with longer locks. There’s always room to cut it off later but I’m not a Tressy doll with a button on my back to make the hair grow or shrink at will!
Speaking of thinner, I’ve now lost 42 lbs since April 3rd. It’s finally starting to show up enough that I’m down sizes in pants, tops, underwear, and bras. I’ve done some massive weeding of the things even I think are too loose to wear now – and I’m someone who thinks loose=fitting, since tight=too small in my head. I tend to want to hide the lumpy areas under looser more A-line tops that don’t cling to my hips and look weird. I’ve watched enough Stacy and Clinton to know what I should wear but finding it is another story. It will be interesting to see how that changes as I move down in size ranges to different stores.
My lapband surgery is now 11 days away and I swing between anxiety and readiness to have it done and start the next phase of my life. Many bandsters (as they call themselves) call it their second birthday because everything changes from that point on. If, of course, the bandster actually follows the very tight rules about what you can eat at what stage of the process. There are definitely people who get themselves into big trouble by continuing to eat the levels of food they were eating pre-surgery. Um, doesn’t work like that.
I’ve been running around a little like a headless chicken, though without the blood, working on my pre-op To Do List. I’m stocking up on assorted flavors of Crystal Light, fat free broth, and small bottles of Boost, which are the only things I can have for the first 2 weeks post-op. Note that I can only have one bottle of Boost per day, divided into 4 2-oz. portions. So I don’t need TOO many bottles!
My doctor doesn’t want his patients to take pills for 2 months post-op, so all my meds need to be switched either to liquid form or be crushed before I can take them. I talked to a pharmacist this week to find out which fall in which category, and was dismayed to discover that the stuff I take for my knee inflammation isn’t available in liquid form and cannot be crushed. I need to talk to my primary care doc tomorrow to see what my options are. It doesn’t help at all that I can’t take such medication AT ALL for 2-weeks pre- and post-op. My knee already is telling me that things are not normal. A new study cane is in order for the next few weeks.
Last night I went through my Flickr pictures and made a set of favorites. Take a look if you have a chance! Right now it’s 41 degrees with steady light rain, and I’m not planning to go anywhere. I have some house cleaning to do, laundry, bill paying, and lots of tidying. Time to get to it. Thanks for listening to my rambles.
Random Thoughts of a Disordered Mind 