Day 135 – Friday Night Fun with ManBoy and Spewage Saturday with V.

So let me firstly go into last night’s events.

ManBoy came around holding a bottle of red wine and a packet of Mini Wagon Wheels. I laughed at him and said “Wagon Wheels!!! I haven’t had one of those for years”. He leant in for a smooch and I nearly melted to the ground FUCK he always smells so nice but tonight was just ahhh belissimo. He, like usual, told me I was looking “delightfully gorgeous” I wish you could all hear his crispy timbre voice. It’s just magical. Magical I tell you.

It was a great night and it was lovely to sit back and unwind. We listened to Mika, Ben Lee, Fall Out Boy, Plain White T’s, then and the legendary John Coltrane. It was a great night apart from when Elvis saw him and went apeshit, then pissed on ManBoy. What the fuck is going on with Elvis? It was hilarious yet embarrassing. Elvis kept bringing ManBoy all his toys, balls and so forth. Then Elvis decided to show ManBoy what he could do with Bettina the Beetle. Bettina the Beetle is another blog entry in itself.

As I was saying, ManBoy and I sat around my coffee table on cushions, talking books and I managed to eat some dip and chips and cracker biscuits and thank Christ it all stayed down. I know it isn’t very nutritional but its not like I eat like this every night. I even managed to have 3 sips (very tiny sips) of red wine and whilst I didn’t get tipsy I was fine but 3 sips was more than enough. It was a fun evening as we listened to music and talked. YES WE JUST TALKED. Talked about politics, books, music and tonight's debate was Mrs. Fields cookies VS Krispy Kreme Doughnuts which brings you bliss.

Later in the evening we cracked open the Mini Wagon Wheels and ohmigod how amazingly delicious are Wagon Wheels? I had forgotten how awesome the texture was. Hmmmm yumbo. One was more than enough. ManBoy left at 2.ooam this morning and I collapsed into bed and went straight to sleep with the aid of my sleep apnoea appliance.

This morning I got a sleep in which was just ace and I slothed on the sofa for a while and decided that it was time to take Elvis for a good walk. I decided to walk a different route, I just wanted to be outdoors and I wanted to walk. My walk turned into the Reney Shuffle, which then become a good paced run. I had no ipod with me so I couldn’t pace my strides to any music or beats so instead I puffed and puffed like I was in a lamars class or in labour and I only made all the noise so I could use my puffing sounds as beats to help my stride. I’m sure that if anyone were next to me they would have been pissing themselves laughing at me. Elvis enjoyed his walk I am sure as the different route had him running ahead of me (retractable lease) with his flapping ears in the wind. His face almost looked like he was smiling.

So today’s events were supposed to be an evening full of fun and laughter as I was doing a movie and dinner with my bestie V. We got to Shine and ordered our meals we both had the garlic prawns. I had 2 forkfuls of rice and 1 garlic prawn and then had to race to the toilet for spew. The pain was intense and a lot came pouring out of me.

I went back to the table and as soon as I sat down I had to get back up again and go to the toilet for round 2. Holy Mother of God!! How much spew came out of me! It put a huge dampener to our evening and I tried to act very happy and chirpy like it was no big deal but deep down I was ready to crack and just burst out crying.

We drove to the movies and where we saw The Nanny Diaries (read the book as it sooo much better than the film version) and I just felt blah! All I really wanted to do was go home and curl up and die but I put a smile on my face and tried to forget about the huge lump of food that felt like was still lodged in the back of my throat.

I ended up at home and then KA- BOOM I had 3 of the most violent spews thus far. I did the first spew and then collapsed on to the bathroom tiles trying to regulate my breathing and trying to cool my body down. I sat up hugged the bowl and made the loudest sounding noises as my spew came out of me. Then I had snot, tears, sweat and slag just dripping out and off me and then did 4 huge heaves and what was left inside me came out.

What’s totally weird was I actually felt vomit come from my bottom tummy, through to my top tummy and then up and out. Man it was fucking off.

People I am over the lap band. I want it out and I can’t do this anymore. I know that it is really only a matter of me getting a bit of fill taken out and all will be hunky dory but I am exasperated, I am frustrated and I am just soooo drained.

I was so good today as well, I tried to keep my breakfast and lunch very light and I was careful with my fluids as in keeping them to a minimum only so I could enjoy and celebrate V’s birthday dinner and instead the whole thing blew in my face. I think I am cursed.

Having said all I have just said today has been very challenging for me and I have sat here for the past 20 minutes asking myself whether I would seriously have the lap band taken out and my answer to that is NO. The band has been the best thing I have ever done to better myself and I must take the good with the bad. This is just a little obstacle that I need to work my way through and get through to the other side. In the old days, those being pre-lap band I would have given up but not now, not anymore! I can do this.

I’m off to bed, I need sleep.

Reney