Ok so I have my surgery booked in for August 8th with dr Dolan I seen alot of people recommend or say good things about him so I went for my first app on the 4th June! Very excited but very nervous! But can't wait for my new life.
How long were people sore for after their ops?
Was it difficult with having a child? My daughter is just over one. How did you find the first few weeks experiences? Any tips? Thank you!
It has been a while since I've been on. I guess life seems to take over.
In February I finally got to marry the love of my life. It was truly a beautiful and perfect day.
I thought I might pop some photos from our day up.
I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.
Getting a lap band was the best thing I've ever done and allowed me to feel comfortable and happy on my wedding day.
I think it was safe to say that I was quietly sh!tting myself this morning, as I headed off to see the surgeon for my first 'fill'.
I am still quietly miffed that he keeps referring to me as one of his "skinny ones"; I know what he means, but my BMI was 36 & I am still about 25kgs overweight (and still considered obese). So, I asked him politely not to call me skinny again until I was 60kgs.
He was happy with the loss of 6.9kgs in 4 weeks (so am I)... But now need to really try! Ha! Like I've not been ?!?!
Anyhoo, With an added 1ml. in the band (now 4ml. total) I will try try try try to not snack, and ensure that my daughter's snacks are kept away from me on the school pick-up drive home. That's where I've realised a LOT of sneaky calories do get "past" me !! it's simply mindless eating in the car! I considered it innocuous for such a long time, as I was simply eating up her leftovers and scraps right?? uh ahhhh No, it's snacking, no matter what the geography or simple rationalisation.
So, now armed with 4 mls. I am back to being a gas bag, having had a cup of tea for brekky only, and a bowl of plain chicken broth for lunch. What is it with all this GAS ?!?!? So, fluids for the rest of the day, then a weekend of mushies, then back to 'normal' on Monday - all going well.
Have developed a chesty cough this week too, so walking around the river first thing in the morning is off the menu for me, until that passes. Unfortunately, with a compromised immune system, I just can't risk getting pneumonia.
Oh well, off to have a choc'o'lait... My little choc indulgence once per day!
Onward and downward...
So we all know the BMI scale is a bit rubbish... It oversimplifies the numbers and isn't suitable for a lot of people as a rule...
My BMI two years ago was 47.4... Morbidly obese category.
As of this weekend... It is 29.4... Overweight for the first time...
I have 3kg to go for goal.... Don't think I'll ever be in the 'normal' range... Just not suitable for my body type... In fact my surgeon told me I was not to put a goal in that range.. Why?? I have big feet and hands, broad shoulders, and long legs... So a big frame... Lol... I am genuinely 'big boned'.... So at the healthy BMI would have to have lower body fat... AND lower muscle mass... Not ideal to be healthy and fit.. And def don't want that boney look... Eek!
Part of me would love to have a label of 'normal'... Weight or otherwise.. Lol...
Am also celebrating a few other things..
Had to take back some clothes in a normal size 16.. They were too big..
My size 16 celebration skinny jeans are loosey goosey...
A friend made a comment on how good my butt is looking (must be those 60km a week on the bike)
Also had a guy friend comment on my legs... "You have great pins". (This is a big deal... Always felt my legs were huge... Even recently.... But now see them more as strong.. Rather than huge... Big difference!)
Ran 7km for the first time... Going to run a 10k soon...
Have been seeing a nice guy... Got over a few mental body issues there...
Life is busy but great.. Keep at this weight loss thing... Allow it to free your brain of the bad stuff and reach out and grab life... It ROCKS!
my journey began 44 years ago when I was born a whopping 13pound 12onces, thats nearly 7kg (I think my Mum had undiagnnosed gestational diabetes). I was born and raised in a small country town and my days were filled with school ,chores and sport ... so much sport, netball, basketball, softball, horse riding, swimming, squash, and the list goes on there were new sports every year!!
At some point in my pre teen years I had a minor crisis, that was never discussed and I never got treatment for so in typical country teen way i repressed everything and pretended it didnt happen and kept on going. This was as massisve mistake in my life (and in hind sight I can see that now)
in my teen years I was really angry and acted out (alot!). I left home young (16) and moved to another town. Please dont think that I didnt maintain a relationship with my family, I did, but I couldnt keep living there any more. For the next 2 years I ran absolutley wild, drinking and smoking pot and cigarettes, staying out all night etc. i stopped playing sports and my weight blossomed along with untreated depression.
Then I met a boy who I thought was going to be my saviour and stablise my life for me and we got engaged when I was 18, married when I was 19 and then had 2 babies at 20 and 21!! (boys) For the first couple of years it worked for me and my life was full of babies who did love me and need me. At 25 I had my beautiful daughter and another breakdown, I was so close to suicide it terrified me - but the years of pretending everything was OK kicked in and I struggled though, again without treatment.
ex Hubby and I bought our own home and moved again, and i became a contempory house wife - baking, gardening, volunteering on the P&C - all the best that I could fake.
When I was 29 he went on a fishing trip (?) with his mates (mistress) and I was left at home with the kiddies (being a dutiful wife- cooking cleaning etc) and while defraggining the computer and sorting out the files on it I stumbled across the ultimate betrayal that can be afforded within a marriage and discovered his affairs. I was sooo pissed off!!!!! This time I didnt curl up in the bottom of the shower and cry myself sick I got motivated to make things better for me and my kids. Thankfully I had found some very good and supportive friends in the local area and they helped me emotionally and physically for the next couple of years. Prudently I sought advice and followed it diligently (I was angry enough to want blood) and managed to keep the family home, assets, car and custody of the kids in the divorce.
For the next 2 years I shut down and went onto auto pilot again, making sure that we had a roof over our head, food in bellies, clothes on backs and shoes on feet. I was so busy surviving that my weight ballooned again. FYI in hindsight again it may not have been so bad had he not lied and said outright that he wasnt happy in our marriage instead of whoring around.
The next nine years, were better than I would have anticipated them to be, I met some amazing guys - where I set the boundries of our interactions (friends with benifits) explored alot of options and settled down with a regular job - lol that covers alot of living and learning.
I was still smoking cigarettes and always promised my self that I would quit as soon as I lost weight - well that was never going to happen! My night breathing got hard and walking upstairs got hard and I couldnt play outside with my kids any more. Bless my GP who told me about Champix at the right time and got me scripted out for it and challenged me to smoke to the send of the script. At 38 i gave up smoking and felt good enough to start walking for half an hour a day for fitness. By this time I was 174kg!! After 3 months of smoke free the same Dr refered me for a gastric sleeve, and supported me with weigh ins and weight loss medication - all the way to 145kg.
When I turned 40 I met the most amazing man- his wife had cheated on him as well and we had an instant rapport (we met online in a daiting site) We talked online for nearly 3 months exchanging emails every day and exploring our strengths and weaknesses together to establish our suitability for each other (once bitten twice shy) until we decided to bite the bullet and meet face to face and have a coffee and see how things go Well WOW - within 3 months we were living together and in a daze of happiness and absolute contentment. My 19 and 20 year old boys lived in the home that I was paying for and my 15 year old daughter moved with me to my parters home into the spare room ( still have room for his kiddies as well) - he loves me, everything about me and all of me. Hes always been attracted to cuddly women and prefers the curvy girl.
in the past 4 years I have got my scuba ticket , learnt to jet ski, ride a motor bike, gone 4X4ing and camping - he has enabled me to expand my life into something wonderful and supports all the things I want to try and want to learn - my weight however does impact on all of our lifestyle. ( its exhausting climbing into a boat carrying a scuba tank and 20kg of weights after an hour of swimming in currents)
Boxing day 2012 we took out the boat for some us time with a dive out at garden island to try out a new underwater camera - the water was choppy and rough (I get sea sick) and we ended up going for a snorkel instead of a dive. The water was getting choppier and I was getting green around the gills so we decided to return to port and spend the rest of the day at home instead - On the way home the boat began to take on water (weswiched on the bilge pumps) and one of the motors decided to get tempramental- so we switched of the motor and chugged along with one motor only- having a 20foot shark cat (thats a twin hull) we thought that it would take alot to swamp her - and it did but she did begin to falter so we headed to Garden Island to beach her instead. We called for search and rescue and told them what was happening and requseted assistance - 2 minutes Later I called back stating that we were sinking and we jumping over board and needed rescue. We jumped over board and swam to the side as she went down . As she was a biggish boat and a twin hull she stored air in the hull and as she sunk she twisted and the cabin came over the top of us and trapped us back inside her again!. We had to freedive down to swim free from her cabin to get out again. We clambered on top of the hull that was sticking out and waited for rescue. Rescue came pretty quick and once we were on board the rescue boat we were able to salvage some of the floating equipment. They took me to shore and took my partnerback to the boat to drag it out of the shipping lane. Talk about pumping on adrenalin. The next day I organised a Salvage Group to refloat the boat and bring her home and my fella and some of his other dive buddies went out to salvage what they could from the bottom of the ocean - they bought back almost everything! Again I began to repress the fall out from this rather dramatic and traumatic event, but this time it was really hard, I was having adrenalin filled flash backs and crying in my sleep. On Australia Day 2012 I lost a childhood friend to an MRSA infection after a lapband operation and I couldnt cope any more and cried all the time. I went to my new GP and cried in the offce for nearly an hour and was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety and Depression. She refered me to an amazing Psychiatrist with a Medicare Mental Health Plan and I was him for almost a year and then joined an anxiety and depression support group. The time i spent talking to Dr Dave, was the best thing I could do for me , it was an emotional purge that allowed me to examine my life and accept the events without accepting the guilt associated with it. The counselling gave me the opportunity to grow and develop into an even more amazing person, who is far more passionate about all things.
6 months ago I got the letter that I was booked in to see Mr Yong at Joondalup Hospital for Bariatric Surgery, I had almost forgotten that I was on the Public wait list and was unsure what I wanted to do. I discussed the oppertunity with my support group a very few, very close friends and most importantly with my partner for almost 5 months before the choice was made to go along and meet every one and see how i felt about them. After the initial meeting I was sure that this is the choice that I wanted and an action that I would undertake and my partner is supporting me all the way. My choice is based on wanting to have an amazing life, full of love, life and amazing events. I have distanced myself from those who were detractors, and in the habit of putting me down, and I choose to have an empowering life.
My Sleeve date is 23/6/14 and I acknowledge that the recovery time may be difficult, but the ongoing life that I can anticipate will be worth the effort. At the moment I am 139kg and am aiming for 80kg.
Love to all
So... Here we are in the month that I am going to have a lap band. I never thought that I would be here and right now, it feels strange and unreal. Years of struggling with weight, familial obesity, eating issues and bad habits have lead me here, there is no excuse any more and now I feel ready (per se).
This week is all about the preoperative appointments, the echocardiogram stress test, the dietitian, the respiratory physician and of course the final pre op discuss with the surgeon, the man with the knife.
I am doing this in secret and only one other person in my life knows about this.
I feel alone, I feel like I am running without a destination at the moment, I feel like I have to choose the words that I say carefully, the excuses for postoperative pain already building in my head.
Anyone who knows me would be overjoyed to hear that I am having this done, although my first choice was a gastrectomy, I believe that I have actually settled on the right choice for the moment; there are other options down the track if this doesn't work and I can adjust this if I need to, plus the bariatric physician that will do the fills is rather hot, so I think that I will enjoy that part. I fluctuate daily from excitement to fear to nonchalant denial, the endless papers to fill out, phone calls and appointments are tedious, but necessary I know. This sounds like I am whinging, that I do not appreciate what is about to happen to me with relatively little discomfort and personal injury/financial pain (first world problems, right?), but I am far from that in truth. I AM SCARED!
I am afraid of the unknown, of being alone with this secret, of dumping and dilatation, of the loss of red meat and hair, the complications that may eventuate and most of all, FAILING MYSELF.
This outlet helps considerably!
So I started bootcamp and Im aiming to go a minimum of 3 times a week. My first day of bootcamp was a wake up call omg I nearly died or thought i was going to. As each day went by I feel like im able to do more and the pain has subsided.
All in all just checking in to show that I am alive and bootcamp didnt kill me like i thought it would.
Another plus note I have reached my 10kg mini goal yay.. doesn't seem like a lot but its a start...
Also I have been going through clothes to find all my clothes that were too tight before and i can actually fit into a few double YAY!!
I have also come to the conclusion I am a clothes hoarder I have found so many CITY CHIC clothes that still have TAGS on them that i havent worn and well dont fit might have to get on EBAY and sell sell sell for a new wardrobe yay..
hope everyone is ok and doing well
Hi there everyone
Well I have had a number of adjustments now and am up to 5.5 mls. The thing is that I don;t feel much different really, and can still eat with relative speed and do have hunger. So I think I am not quite there yet.
I do feel that I don't eat as much as I was used to - but not sure whether that's my "will power" or the band - I certainly don;t have that feeling of "I don't feel like it, thanks you".
So will be back to the surgeon on 18th June to see what he says!
I have a 10ml band - what is the general consensus of the amount of fill that should get you into the green zone?
Well I lost another kilo last week (down to 94.6kg) which is great but now I think that things might go pear shaped. Already I have blown the last two days out of the water. Bad choices (mostly eating too much) because I have been having more calorie dense food options and have only been doing incidental exercise (a fair amount mind you) not a committed time to exercise.
This is probably due in part to having visitors (who are staying for nearly 3 weeks) and not wanting to worry about what is going in my mouth. Anyway I know what I'm doing and I just need to do my best to improve the situation. I will limit the intake tomorrow hopefully, and maybe even go for a walk.
I will try to keep you posted.
Ok so I'm now 3 weeks banded and it's time I got off my butt and started getting serious about it. Still very sore at the port site and lovely drastic looking gash for the main incision. Something that I've learned is the port isn't where I thought it would be. Like some others I just assumed it would be under the main incision. It's not, its a bit to the right of the main incision. This accounts for the major swelling and apple like lump I've had since the operation and why it hurt like hell every time I bent over in that direction. that is slowly getting better but I still have a pinching feeling when I move.
Yesterday 2 June i had my first fill. Thankfully the Dr didn't weigh me because I'd gone up and down moving from liquids to mushies also as my hunger returned with a vengence you can bet I cheated with more solid foods and ate too much. so after having a panic that I'd ruined it all before i'd really got started I had a good chat to the Dr and he assured me that was pretty normal.
I now have 4ml in a 10ml band. My Dr says that most ppl don't go above 5 or 6mls. We went through the rules again, back to liquids for 24/48 hours, the a day of mushies before solid foods, though my second week of mushies doesn't end til next tuesday so if I'm good I should stick to that. Dr said that now I have some fill I will really start to notice if I cheat and that if i do it too often for too long that's when I risk stretching the pouch. So time to be good girl!
Talked to the Dr about what kind of calorie intake I should be aiming for and we decided that between 1000-1200 daily should give me a good weight loss rate for now. Dr said that current fill probably wont keep me satisfied long enough between meals based on 1/2 cup meals,so a couple of very small snack options were discussed. Second fill book for 2 weeks time which should hopefully get me closer to the green zone.
The biggest thing I'm finding is that I'm constantly thirsty. I keep sipping on water (though I'd love to gulp it) but I then end up feeling bloated from water and hunger or I don't drink water so I can have some food and then I'm thirsty again. I'm sure it will all sort itself out eventually though.
I've lost a total of 11kg including my pre-op diet so I'm well on my way to my target. I've bought some new work clothes which feels nice as all my old stuff was pretty scruffy. No one at work has noticed the weight loss yet (bastards!) but my OH has noticed it particularly in my face and my bum ya! I'm a secret bandit only my OH knows about the operation but I won't have any problems with that because everyone at work has seen me struggle with diet shakes for ages and knew that I was losing weight for an operation. So continuing the shakes is no problems and I can just honestly just say that my weight loss strategies are finally working when they do notice the weight going off.
Never blogged before but I need some inspiration from long time Banders.
I have been banded for 2 years and have lost 30kgs. I started at 117kgs and am now down to 86kgs but have noticed over the last 9mths nothing will come off and I have actually put on 3kgs.
I am starting to worry about the future. I exercise 4 times a week so I have that under control but my eating habits I know can improve.
Any suggestions please ?????????
A weekend of eating some 'solids', and up goes the weight by 1kg! Just may have to give my friend Coloxyl Senna a call; not in a weird, obsessive Bulimic kind of way, but in that old, I feel like an over-inflated balloon kind of way.
Winter has arrived, and has it what in Melbourne! It is Cold, wet and yuck! A perfect day to cook up some healthy, chunky soups for the coming weeks. I'm pumped for a big month, after I had got down by 6.2kgs this time last week... and then put that 1kg back on :-(
Thought as JoanneJ reminded me, the cm's will go some weeks, even if the kgs don't. I did catch myself in the mirror this morning and thought that exact thing. The area around my ribs is getting smaller!
However, I know that I need to stop snacking, as I'm finding I can pretty well eat what I want right now.... Soooo back to basics this month and to revisit my mental state to slow everything down again; then I can look forward to a BIG June effort. I have one dinner and another 'outing' during the month, but with most of my pain now gone and incision sites all healed, I'm going to add some exercise in there too! Eeek!!!
I will aim for a conservative 4.5kg loss for the month of June, but would be happier with 6kg. We'll see... Most likely will receive the first band fill adjustment on June 13th as well (currently holding 3ml.)
Starting weight for this month's June challenge: 83.5 kg
Onward and downward.
On Wednesday 28th May I hit a goal for me. It wasn't a goal I realised I even set. Sure I have experienced a few NSV's and loved them all and even recently had a few more.
My 10 yr old niece now can put her arms all the way around me for a cuddle, I did walk around the "big block" with ease I might add! (one off the Bucket List), I stood out in the pouring rain and watched my 7 yr old nephew win his Cross Country and I didn't care I was soaking wet. In the past I would of been so paranoid I was drenched and my clothes were sticking to me and I would of looked "fatter" than usual and no doubt would of gone to sit in the car. But nope, not this time, I even got up a jog across the oval to see him finish 1st!
The goal I didn't realise I had set though was the loss of 20 kgs. I wouldn't of thought that as a goal. I have my eye on the long term prize and then in between it's the "go for a walk today" goal, and the "get on the bike" goal. So each day becomes a goal in itself to accomplish small hills to get to the mountain. But I didn't even see this 20 kgs as such a milestone until someone said to me "you lost your niece".
She is 5 yr old and someone I cuddle and lift up all the time! And just recently I'd told her she is growing up so fast and just too big for Aunty to pick up now. Her dad told me yesterday she weighs 19.7 kgs. Now I realise what "you lost your niece" means.
So the next time I see her I am going to pick her up and remind myself what I was carrying on my bones and muscles every day......and of course any opportunity to cuddle my niece is a great one.
So have decided I need to STOP weighing myself daily. The daily variations are killing me... Down 800g, up 600g, down 1kg, up 500g. New resolution: weigh in once per week only!
Going well with cooking and eating smaller meals, sourcing all sorts of healthy comfort foods, if there is such a thing. Made a fabulous chick pea and sweet potato Moroccan tangine yday, which was nom nom nom. Weight Watchers winter warmer recipe if anyone is interested. Still feeling a little hungry in between meals and after dinner, but getting through by finding non-food related activities... organising photos, craft, painting, giant clothes chucking! Sounds like some new quantum theory, but no, just good common sense. Where has mine been for the last 6 years?!
Yes, went through WIR and threw out everything, bar 3 winter tops, which were labelled size 16 or above. So now there is no turning back, and nowhere to hide!
Had to laugh this morning after a visit to the dentist; she suggested I spend the rest of the day eating soft foods, just until the teeth settle!
LOL no problemo!!
Day 13 and doing ok.
I'm 2 weeks post op and I haven't reached my goal weight yet! LOL no seriously that's not the whinge.
Ok 2 weeks post op, still a lot of pain at the main incision point I know the surgeon had to put a bit of extra push into getting the band in but honestly I'm over it. 2 weeks sitting at home bored out of my mind and I'm still in constant pain interrupted by stabbing pain if I lean the wrong way. Most of my 4 cuts are healing ok but the main one is a lovely great big gash that has rolled back a bit into a ridge instead of sitting nice and flat and closing up properly. This means long term not a great scar and short term just doesn't feel like it's closing properly so always feels like it's pulling, plus I still have to keep a bandage on it as it still weeps when I remove the bandage. I know it takes time but most others were back at work after a week so I'm over it. Went back to work today because I'm out of leave but just over feeling in pain.
Also still have a major lump on the right side of the main incision which I'm guessing is the port? I get a nasty tearing pulling feeling here when I have to bend over on that side. That coupled with the fact that now I'm off liquids the weight is going back on I'm feeling completely blah. I have no restriction so hunger is coming back quickly. First fill is next week hoping that everything starts settling down.
Asked OH if he would still love me with a scar and he said probably 'On and off', I said 'Great well let me know when we're back on again', he said he'd get a t'shirt made and wear it when we are back on so I'd know. LOL fucker...
I know it's probably post op blues but here I am with weight going back on, still in pain, the port site seems to be permanently pulling to the right and causing discomfort and to top it all off the biggest baddest scar of them all is right where you'd see it centre stage if I ever manage to fit into a bikini. *sigh*
I'm not regretting it.. just tell me it gets better than this.
Oh and of course 2 weeks off work and no one has done a single thing I handed over so it's all waiting for me with interest.
Sorry really needed a whinge.
Jumped on the scales this morning and another kilogram is gone. I am 95.6kg and feeling great. Still have a way to go but I'm getting there. And don't get me wrong I'm not complaining, slow and steady wins the race after all, I'm quite happy to keep plodding along because even though it might be slow it is still a loss and I've heard that you don't want to lose it too quick with a band or you might get slippage or erosion, definitely not things I want plus it gives my skin at least half a chance to come back (fingers crossed).
Started recording my food intake as of yesterday, just out of curiosity, and will keep this up for at least this week. I haven't been as good as I have been in the past with my exercise but it has been quite wet down here and the treadmill is in the open-plan dining/living room and it is often too hot in there (our fire is in here too).
I definitely need a few more items in the wardrobe, things are getting a bit dire as far as that goes and I'll be getting a belt real soon.
Anyway that enough distraction for today, time to go for a walk before the weather really closes in.
Ahhhh never thought I'd be happy to see baked beans! But there you go!
Am following the recommended 2 weeks of mushies 'diet'.... So Started the day with scrambled eggs (2) which weighed about 160g. total when cooked up... In the end I only managed 125g. before feeling completely stuffed! I guess the recommended serving size of 1/2 cup or 125g. has been worked out for a reason! Then the same with lunch (baked beans) & dinner (home made low-fat veggie lasagne)... I dished up 150g. for myself, and left a few spoonsful in the bowl... Only to be gobbled up by my 7yr old DD - who promptly complained it was cold! Well yes goldilocks! That's what happens when you're nibbling away for 20-30 minutes....
All in all, the fear of eating I have had for a few days has resolved... And now I can ditch the coloxyl senna Sooooo much better.
One week and a day post-op, and feeling like I can do this today! Have had doubts and the obligatory WTF have I done? moment (at about day 5)... But doing ok. Also buoyed by the fact that the scales tell me I'm 5kgs lighter. Yes, fluid, I realise. But I'll still take it!
Am a little scared to transition off the liquids tomorrow... but planning ahead with meals ought to help. Felt like I od'd a bit on liquids last night, and felt really bloated :-(. That old 'over eaten' feeling is something I want to avoid from here on.
Seems as though I have turned into a 'feeder' though!! Have cooked fried rice, lasagne and a pie (for the family of course) over the last 3 days! They are loving the fact that I appear to be living vicariously through them, for now anyway. Hmmm.
Currently baking a cauliflower 'bread' substitute that is totally carb free, low fat, high protein and with lactose free, low fat cheese. Will have to see how that goes down tomorrow... soft foods fun to come!
Onwards and downwards...
Thought I would just give a little outline on my story.
I am 55 years old and recently retired, best thing evverr!!
Up until 2.5 years ago, I weighed around 70kgs, was very health conscious a gym junkie and vegetarian, so very careful what I ate and strict on my intake of protein and nutrition.
Then......my husband - my best friend and constant companion was diagnosed with cancer, within 2 days of diagnosis we packed and left for Brisbane and spent the next 8 months there away from our home.
I spent 8 months off and on, in this new lonely scary life I had been suddenly been forced into,so ate........everything, all the time and as much as possible. I sat by my husbands bed and ate, for something to do and a change of scenery I would walk to the canteen so would eat more, at night in an apartment provided for me, I didn't sleep so I ate..........
I am so embarrassed when people see me, I am wearing clothes I don't like because I cannot get nice ones that fit and I refuse to have photos taken. This is not me.........
So here I am - 30kgs later, I cannot wait to regain control over myself.
My fabulous husband is in remission, we are home and beginning to lead our lives again.
And we are both looking forward to this new journey, I am sure there will be ups and downs but I hope to enjoy every moment. xx
I'm happy to say that I jumped on the scales this morning and they told me that I weighed 96.6kg. I am so unbelievably happy, I've cracked the 10kg lost since banding (it's actually 10.8), now I'm just hoping that the ball doesn't bounce back up next week (though if it does, I'll stay positive, I'm still under 100kg).
I've also had a NSV today in that when I was getting ready to go for an interview I put on a pair of pants (that I bought last year and only wore twice) and decided that they were too big and had to change them. Oh well I guess that there is some op-shopping on the cards for me.