My Worst Stuck Episode Ever

All's well that ends well, so I haven't really been thinking about the stuck episode I had during my wedding weekend.... but it did occur to me that I should tell you guys about it.

 

For the rehearsal, we had a huge pig roast in a beautiful field, inside of a tent.  Almost all of our guests were able to be there, so we had a great crowd.  We were at long banquet tables, with Steve and I sitting along one side of the tent. 

 

We were having a great time, enjoying the food and chatting, and then the speeches (which were so great -- some hilarious, some just really touching and nice) started.  Right then, right at the very start of the speeches, I realize that I am STUCK.  As in my-mouth-is-filling-with-saliva-because-I-can't-swallow Stuck.  As in, I-am-going-to-PB-in-about-3-minutes stuck.  This was very inconvenient, since everyone was either looking at us or at the speaker, and there was NO WAY I could get up and leave during the speeches.... much less make it to the Port-A-Potties in time to PB in privacy (seriously, as the bride, you can barely get 2 feet without getting stopped)!

 

One good thing is that I was seated right across from Nora (of A Traveling Bandita), so I was able to tell her and Steve that I was stuck.  Nora emptied her wine and handed me her glass (what a sister!), but I didn't think I could casually PB into the glass without anyone noticing.  So.... what did I do?  I feigned "napkin drop," bent over and PBd on the grass under Steve's chair.  I instantly felt MUCH better, and I really don't think anyone knew other than Nora and Steve (thank God). 

 

I poured a bit of water over the spot, and presto-change-o, happily fertilized grass and a much, much happier bride.  WHEW!!!  Crisis averted!!

Hi!  I just PBd on the floor!  How bridal of me!

CHECK!

It's official!!  All the things I was looking forward to about being banded have happened!!  Here is a link to my pre op journal, in which I wrote out the things I hoped would be positives of banded life.  It's official that they all have indeed been positives -- and the negatives were so much less significant than I ever imagined.

Tonight, I came home from dinner with two very good friends, wearing a tailored black sheath dress ("better clothes") and heels ("hello more heels!"), after a day where I did not have any negative thoughts about my weight, was comfortable in my skin, and fit everywhere, including wrapped in a normal-sized towel.  And, a friend had sent me this photo, in which I can say with confidence that I do not look fat.   Wow!!

The wedding was wonderful -- so much fun, so personal, so filled with joy, and we were surrounded by our loved ones for the whole weekend.  And, as icing to the cake, we got incredible weather during an otherwise cold and rainy week!  More to follow on the wedding and honeymoon!!