The Second Christmas Party

The Second Christmas Party

 

Saturday December 9, 2006

 

Well, the trend continues. SHOCK. But this time no idiots who did not know who I am.

 

Our hostess was Miss Chiquita (retired), actually, as they are reorganizing, she took a different job before she was without one. Many of our guests were members of a church singles group that is imploding and not existing much more than as an email list that the imploder uses to meet chicks now. (But I digress, and that has little to do with our story except to show that some of the folks don't see me much any more.)

 

Miss Chiquita's mom even sent me a number of get well cards back in July. They wanted phone calls in July, but faithful reader you will remember, having yanked the tube out of my throat when I was waking up, I did not have much of a voice.

 

Well the mom of Miss Chiquita was floored.   A number of the guests were floored. One woman who last saw me in June was amazed. Probably a half dozen jaws dropped.

 

The woman from June - she had last seen me at a 50th birthday party that she and I had thrown for a mutual friend. During one part of that birthday evening, after rushing dinner, and then being busy being the master of ceremonies, I felt horrible and wanted to simply collapse when I sat down on the couch. Earlier I had wanted to sit down in my big sturdy lawn chair, but the birthday guest was in it. All the other chairs were cheapos that held 200 pounds max. So, I stood up, the whole evening, not wanting to collapse a chair. Thus, I was miserable, in pain, tired, and could not find a chair because I was so fat and out of shape. Let alone how dinner made me and my throat and my hiatal hernia miserable. My how things change!

 

But this week- I FELT GREAT.  At the time 81 pounds down. And it was the first night of SIZE 44 pants! Yup, after eons, I have left the 46s behind.  But that is another blog posting as well.

 

The evening was great. I took a 2 liter of non carbonated diet lemonade with me. I was not that hungry, but ate pretty much what I wanted. Just 1/3 to 1/2 as much.

 

At the end of the evening, during the let's hug JC and see how our fingers touch session (a trend that I'm liking), the munchies were a problem. We were standing around the bar downstairs, and it was covered in munchies. Cookies, M&Ms, nuts, all kinds of dangerous stuff. I almost started to munch, just out of habit as because it was there in front of me.  I stepped back and talked to my friends from a few feet away with a diet lemonade in my hand and my mind over matter worked. But it was tough.

 

Later in the evening I was talking to another friend, and she wanted to sit next to the dining room table- COVERED IN FOOD. I convinced her to go to a chair in the living room, and then the couch.

 

So, the evil call of the munchies does still exist. Like a siren leading your hero to death on the rocks. But, I stepped back and had some diet lemonade and did fairly well. It wasn't easy, but knowing the rules, and using the tool, I fought it off. Hunger was replaced by thirst. Drink more diet lemonade and make your brain think it is no linger hungry.

 

Two people were somewhat argumentative when I said the first 50 pounds were lost while sick and the next 30 was while working with a dietician. They were arguing with each other about ByPass Surgery, and I was proud to say that I had not done it. These are the kind of folks that made me keep my health decision private.

 

So, end result for the evening- FUN FUN FUN. Ate less. Enjoyed it all. Bean Dip. Enchilada Dip, a few cookies, and I WAS FULL!  It's all good baby.