Sweet Holy Moses!
I read the review of Dannon Light n' Fit Yogurt over at Put Down the Donut and thought, hmmm, that sounds good. So I bought a couple of containers, French Vanilla flavored, as mentioned in the review. Only the bastards at Giant were out of Go Lean! cereal. (The way it seems they are so often out of whatever it is I want at the moment . . . I swear one of these days I will find a new store . . . grrrr) So I used Fiber One instead.
And only 2 points? This is my new favorite breakfast. Yummy in the tummy.
So I'm letting that settle for a few, then it's off to Curves cuz I didn't make it yesterday. For a good reason -- dinner and stuff with my friend, Em. We both work for the same Benevolent (nonprofit!) Overlord. In fact, she hired me there 15 years ago (just an example of her impeccable taste).
We've been friends since day one. And now -- after 15 years of division redivioning and a significant amount of trading players -- we're both working in the same division again.
So it's not like we don't see each other. And yet, we still need to get together every now and then and talk our fool heads off. ::giggle:: Last night's conversation, while fascinating as always because -- well, because it's about us -- has me doing a LOT of thinking. I mean, really. My brain hurts.
Her New Year gotta-get-this-weight-off energy has her looking in to weight loss surgery. She fits all the criteria. High blood pressure, currently under control with medication. Borderline diabetes. 100 pounds over her "ideal" weight. BMI over 40. And she has a whole host of attendant complications. Her feet and her knees, for instance, are so painful she now has a handicapped hang tag.
She looks at me and says, "I know, you think I should just get off my butt, like you are, and lose the weight."
But I told her, in all honesty, that right now she can't get off her butt, can she? It hurts for her to walk. And she's tried, on and off, hitting the local water aerobics class. But even when she was going regularly, that was only twice a week.
Granted, she needs to change the way she eats, too, but she's tried even more often -- and more ways -- than I have to lose weight. She even used fenphen for a while, which I (Thank God -- and not the damn "let's test it on women" doctors!) never did. So her metabolism is ALL screwed up. Exercise, I think, is going to be key. At least, key to making all her aches and pains feel better.
So I know better than to be all like, Oh just suck it up and do it.
She hasn't -- yet, maybe this weekend -- broached the subject with her fiance. She really isn't sure how he'll react.
I'm not sure yet -- really -- how I'm reacting. Part of me is all jealous. Hey, I want to get the magic surgery and make this all go away right now, too!
But most of me is just floored by what WLS would mean, to me as a fat lady. Taking away the ability to eat like a maniac. Wow. That's what's got my head spinning . . . I know damn well that being full has nothing to do with being hungry. At least, not for me. So how can surgery take away the hunger, too?
Yikes!! I was going to say more but it's taken me longer than I expected! And now I gotta get to Curves.
Hope everyone's having a good weekend. Mine is already a thousand times better than the last!