My lap-band is being removed next week. I’ve had nothing but increasingly frequent problems with my stomach for the past several months – reflux-y burning esophagus pain, harder time than normal keeping food down, bloated-ness, and abdominal pain, lots of pain. I couldn’t even drink a sip of water without it hurting to the nth degree a week ago. A trip to the emergency room, some medication, a mostlly liquid diet, a visit with a surgeon, and I’m now losing my band.
I have a love – hate relationship with the idea. While I haven’t worked the band in a long time, I have managed to maintain my weight loss without gaining anything back which I mainly attribute to the band. I’d like to think that I’ve learned some good habits and taught my brain what appropriate portions should be – but I am terrified that I’m going to balloon 100 pounds back on within moments of the bands removal.
Which is ironic since I also can’t stop thinking about the foods that I’ll be able to eat again. Some many years ago I made a list of my favorite foods that I’d hate to give up. I did give up over half of them because I couldn’t eat them with the band; anything bready or gooey sticky like melted cheese were impossible for me to eat.
The list as it was — and I can say that despite the passing years, this would still be a pretty accruate list.
- Fresh Bread (warm from the oven, slathered in butter; esp. my Gram’s)
- Clam Chowder
- Cheese (especially melted, on almost anything)
- Tacos with Homemade (fried) Corn Tortilla Shells
- Rib Eye Steak
- Reuben Sandwich
- Vine Ripened Tomatoes, topped with Mayo
- Bennigan’s Monte Cristo Sandwich
- Fried Razor Clams (NOT clam strips) & herb aioli
- Stuffing from inside the Thanksgiving Turkey
Textures could play havoc as well. Meats were touch and go. So the only things from my list I could eat reliably were clam chowder (my mom’s brothy clam soup, really), tomatoes, and avocados.
So here I am, worried about the consequences to my weight, but also plotting the best bread to bake as soon as I am well enough to knead. (And I don’t even like to bake! ;))