Baarrrfff.

My sleeve may be tiny, but it is getting much more tolerant of a variety of foods. Yay! What it will not tolerate, however, is stupidity. I took the kids through the McDonald's drive-through for drinks. I wanted something sugar free for myself, so opted for a diet coke, instead of the non-carbonated lemonade, after I saw it was not Minute Maid light, as I had expected. I needed to take my pills.

Erf. Well, I took the pills with a few drinks of pop. It burned. It was miserable. And then the puking. "Foamies," they're called on the weight loss surgery forums. Not puking. Something indescribable. I sound like I'm yakking up a hairball. Yucky, bizarre foam.

No more pop. BLECH!! Oh, that was awful.

Oh! On a positive note, I walked on the treadmill for an hour. Three miles exactly. I did not want to go. My sweet daughter called me at work this afternoon and volunteered to have dinner ready when I got home if I would take her to the gym. Who could resist such an offer?? She made the boys chicken nuggets and frozen veggies with cheese sauce. She made a beautiful salad for the two of us: lettuce, cashews, apple, gorgonzola cheese and a huckleberry vinagrette dressing. I added sliced chicken to mine. YUM!

Last night I made salad for dinner - I copied Panera's Thai Chicken Salad (from website: chicken, romaine, wonton strips, a blend of fire-roasted edamame, red bell pepper and carrot tossed in a Thai Chili Vinaigrette. Topped with strips of seasoned grilled chicken, Thai cashews, fresh cilantro and a peanut sauce drizzle). Delish.