Off the bandster wagon¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My name is Tiffany, I'm a terrible Lap-bander and my las workout was 2 weeks ago. (Insert bandsters' anonymous group : "Welcome Tiffany") But if you want to count the numerous times I've climbed my apt's stairs moving in, then Ok! *Trust me, it's a workout! The 4th floor is NO JOKE!

 I've been SUPER busy with my new job, buying a car, getting an apartment and adjusting to the ATL. 2 months post-op and I've fallen off the wagon. #SHAME However, I'm still watching what I eat and closely monitoring my calorie intake via myfitnesspal.com
 So I am happy to report, alert the media... I have a waistline. Woop,woop!
As it stands, I'm somewhere in between a 14 and a 16. Which is pretty darn good. So flash back to my last workout session:
It was me, kettle weights, my "I go hard" playlist and my favorite Old Navy workout sweats and my 2 piece tank.  My little sister's trainer came over and while he was waiting for her he showed me a few moves to do at home. He was nice enough to demonstrate, explain the benefits of the move and what muscles it targeted, then asked me to do them to check if I had the correct form.
After my sister and her trainer left, I threw on my best, put my hair in a bun, stood in front of the full length mirror and pressed play. A little Kanye's Workout Plan to get me revved up, other random hype jams such as Dev's Bass Down Low and Chemical Brothers' Block Rockin Beat came on and as my muscles felt they were going to give out I got a second wind finishing up with kettle weight swings and my closing crunches  to Onyx's Slam. Go hard or go home.
Later on that evening my sister returned from her session with her trainer at the gym and she told me he said " Oh your sister,she fine! She doesn't know it yet but Im going to whip her into shape." Davius is a bootcamp beast.

Flash forward to my 2 weeks of shame. Thanksgiving has past and we're into December. I am well on my way to achieving my goal of 260 for the new year. Now that I'm all moved in and settled with groceries! Yay! I'm going to get back to basics with  my blogging, gym work out and give Davius a call even though he scares me. I have to take a hiatus from the full body pics until I get my very own IKEA full length mirror. But I promise progress pics!

Okay my fellow bandsters. This one is for you!

Muffin Top, Cornelius, and I are leaving you with a little jam from my "I Go Hard" playlist.

The Chemical Brothers : Block Rockin Beats!

Until next time band fans ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fat Girl Walking

Here it is. Alert the media, someone sound the the icecream truck loud speakers, and roll out the bacon strip carpet! ( I make a lot of bacon references don't I?) It's the day before I get banded!
Fat girl walking, people.
So I woke up this morning with mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness.
I can't believe the BIG day is almost here. My cupboards are stocked with protein powder for shakes, and soup broth. My fridge is empty save, apple juice, a couple bottles of water, skim milk and ice chips! Woop, woop! Sounds delicious right?
All that's left to do is pack my overnight bag,upload a movie or two to my ipad,buy a blender and take those hideous yet necessary BEFORE pics. I havent decided what outfit will display my muffin top in all its moxy goodness.
Hmmm? Horizontal Stripes, spandex, a one piece swim suit, a thong?  Or should I just go Biggest Loser style and take one in gym shorts and a sports bra?  *Shuddering at the thought*.  So many choices.

I heard someone say the Lap Band is a rollercoaster of emotions. I'd have to agree. However let me preface that by saying I'm a WHOLE moonpie. Seemingly hard on the outside but nothing but goo on the inside.  So I tend to tear up  fairly easily.
 I  think just like grief there are  many stages to the Pre-Op LapBand process. No, Im not talking about bloodwork and BMIs, pre-op diets, or the insurance three ring circus. I'm talking about the emotional obstacle course you stumble through. It starts with Excited Uncertainty Monkey Bars: I started by feverishly swinging... researching, joining forums,watching YouTube videos being excited then terrified, next I made my  way to the See-Saw of Doubt: Is this for me? Will the band work for me? Am I strong enough to follow through this process? Can I really do this? Trudging forward I 
Stubbed  my toe on the Swing of Shame:  * Why didnt dieting work for me? Do I accept the stigma assigned to WLS? Do I tell people? Do I not? Will they judge or support me?  Now you  may dart in between  the See-Saw of Doubt and the Swing of Shame, it's only normal, but once you realize that you are doing this for YOU and no one else. It doesn't matter. You are taking your life into your hands and deciding to make a change for the better, for YOU! (So if you're out there stranded on the See-Saw of Doubt, or the Swing of Shame. I'm here to tell you you, I've been there and you have made the decision to change your life. See it through!) and Finally I made my way to the Slide of Acceptance: There's an overwhelming feeling of positivity at this point. As I reached the end of the slide,my feet touched the ground, I stood up proudly, muffin top and all, feet planted firmly on the Platform of Yes and said          "Yup, this is me. I'm doing this!"

The skinny girl inside me did a cart wheel and even my Muffin Top jumped for joy.
A song for your ride down the Slide of Acceptance:

Until next time...