Lap Dance

This blog documents my experience with the adjustable gastric band. The surgery took place in July, and thus the pre-op and post-op information can be found in the July archive.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

I Won!

I played another match for my racquetball league tonight, and I actually won a game. Soundly. No one is more shocked than me. I was busy all weekend, so I hadn't played in a while. I was rusty. But that was okay, because I won my first racquetball game against someone who isn't Mr. Kennedy. She'd been playing for three years.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

A Feeling I've Longed For

This weekend one of my husband's best friends married one of my friends from college. We introduced them years ago, and they've been together ever since. Mr. Kennedy was the best man.

I wore a black Ralph Lauren dress that I bought in New York when I was in law school. I found it at Filene's Basement (a girl's best friend) on the Upper West Side, and I have always loved it. It's sleeveless and falls just below my knees, and has a fairly low-cut vee neck. I threw on some slutty black shoes and I was ready to go.

My husband runs around with the groom's other friends fairly regularly, but for one reason or another I'd never met most of them. They were all in the wedding party so we hung out all day. I talked sports with them and joked around.

Some of them made comments to Mr. Kennedy about him having a hot wife, and several of them said something about how they really liked me. I just got the feeling that they thought I was good looking, and they thought Mr. Kennedy was lucky to have a wife like me.

My husband, as you all have come to know, is a pretty special man. I've always put a lot of pressure on myself to be a good wife to him, to make it easy for people to see why he would love me. Especially in the looks department, because I'm pretty enough but not crazy hot or anything. I've always felt well-qualified in the resume department, but not in the looks department.

Tonight was different. If they weren't married, any one of those guys would have taken me home. And I've never felt like that before. In fact, Mr. Kennedy even crowed a bit on the way home about how so many guys coveted his wife. I've always wanted him to feel that way about me, and tonight he did. And he couldn't take me to bed fast enough when we got home. I was Cinderella tonight.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Ann Taylor Junkie

Mr. Kennedy and I went shopping today, and picked out some super-cute clothes at Ann Taylor. I picked up a fuschia skirt with brown stripes on the clearance rack for $19.99. Then I got a navy blue summer sweater, a navy shell/shrug set, and a navy and white flippy skirt. And, my friends, all were a size 8. Yesterday I bought a white crochet sweater for $14 at Kohl's. So it's time to take some money out of the old shopping spree total.

I have 15 pounds to go, since I weighed 154.5 (down three for the week) this morning, and I guess I'd better seriously start hitting the gym to both lose the weight and work up enough money to go bananas on Banana Republic pants. I like them because I can get them at the outlet store for cheaper, they look nice, and they're washable.

Shopping Spree Total: $822 - $14 - $170= $638

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Off to a Good Restart

I had a racquetball match last night, and I think I had my best game so far. My opponent had played for about twenty years, and I lost 15-2, 15-4, 15-7. I'm definitely getting better.

I weighed 155.5 this morning, down 2 pounds so far. That's pretty awesome.

I've listened to several books lately, some of which were better than others:

Poisonwood Bible: I'm only halfway through, but it was so good that I'm waiting for Mr. KEnnedy to get

Friday, May 19, 2006

The State of My Weight

Ah, yes. I should update you on the subject that this blog's supposed to cover. If I have ever tried to convince you that I am not an emotional eater, I will never try to do that again. Because I am. Once I got busy with my pro bono case from hell, I ate everything that was in a ten-mile radius. Except that this was offset by the whole three-day period in which I was so stress-tightened that I subsisted on iced tea and cottage cheese. Thanks, band. It wasn't comfortable, but it was effective. I didn't throw up a lot or anything; I just got that feeling where the band says, "Yeah, that's not going to happen, so why don't we try something else?" So I didn't push it. For once.

Moving on to an area in which I am not so wise, I have developed an intolerance for soda. My God, why hath thou forsaken me? No, I shouldn't look at it that way. I got the surgery thinking I wouldn't be able to have it ever again, so I guess I should count the ten months that I could as a temporary reprieve. Soda is pretty much an insta-barf for me, and my office waste can was very much relieved when I finally figured out that this reaction was not a temporary thing. The secretary that sits outside my office probably thinks I'm bulimic. Although band-barfs tend to be quieter than the old pre-band retching. Tastes better, too. Okay, that was probably too far.

I weighed myself this morning for the first time this week, and I weight 157.5. Not great, but considering the last few weeks, I'm fine with it. Time to regroup and start down again. I haven't been very good about working out this week. Today I have been very good abut my eating. Everyone's got to start (or restart) somewhere.

A Middle Eastern restaurant opened up right by my office, and they have a roast turkey platter that I've been eating a lot. That and pita with their delightful hummus. Yum. Makes for a good break from Taco Fresco.


I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in so long. I hope someone even still checks it. For those of you who have checked in on me, thank you. There is absolutely nothing wrong, no worries. A confluence of events have conspired to tie up most of my time lately.

First, my laptop's hard drive got fried by a virus, and it took me a week to get it replaced and up to speed.

The last few weeks have been eventful for the Kennedy household. Mr. Kennedy began his new job for in a food manufacturing facility on the South Side. He is in charge of a production line; however, it's a little different than a regular food line. The line produces only kosher foods. MR. Kennedy has to work with an in-house rabbi, who makes sure that the production techniques comply with Jewish rules, and who blesses the line. Apparently kosher foods are very popular, even for people who do not keep kosher as a religious principle.

As a result of Mr. Kennedy's new job, we have the opportunity to move into the city. We are currently preparing the house to be sold. Getting a house ready to show is such hard work, both getting it into perfect shape and then keeping it that way. We plan to put it on the market after Memorial Day. As soon as we catch our breath, we'll start looking for a new place. We're thinking that we'd like to live in the new area south of the Loop.

A couple weeks ago, the pro bono coordinator at work asked me if I'd take on the case of a young mother who needed an order of protection and to settle a custody dispute. It guaranteed that I'd get to go to court, which never happens for junior associates at large firms.

Like the saying goes, this good deed has not gone unpunished. I met with the client, and it turns out that this case has been raging for three years, and has a huge binder of filings to go with it. It took me three days straight to get up to speed on what has gone on. She had an emergency order of protection, and needed me to obtain for her a permanent order of protection. I only had a week to get up to speed on the case and prepare for the order of protection hearing, which would be my first-ever appearance in court. I was so nervous, and as a result my band was so tight, that I could only keep down liquids for three days prior to the hearing.

I'm so glad I didn't know in advance how bad the hearing would truly be. Hearings for orders of protection are usually informal, fairly brief proceedings. Not this hearing. Not including recesses, I argued in that hearing for five hours. The other attorney objected constantly as I examined my witnesses, and I rarely won. The defendant, a felon out on parole, had been arrested again after his parole officer found five weapons in his house. The defendant had threatened my client with a particular handgun, and the cops had recovered the ammunition for that gun but not the gun itself. However, when I attempted to bring up anything about the gun arrest, the judge ruled that it was inadmissible because it was irrelevant. Well, that was the basis for the whole petition, so I really had to scramble then.

It was a brutal experience, but I'm very glad I did it. The judge is clearly sick of my client and the defendant. The judge mumbled so unintelligibly that I couldn't hear him even when I was standing two feet in front of him. He never made eye contact with anyone, so no one even knew who he was mumbling at. I don't think I'll be presented with more difficult circumstances too many times in my life, although I'll certainly face less favorable facts to work with. Despite its unpleasantness, I'm very glad I did it and got it out of the way. I have to go back this Friday to ask for a continuance, and then in June I'll have to argue both a petition for the defendant to pay the legal bills my client has racked up and argue against the defendant's motion to reconsider the judgment. I'll be a seasoned pro by fall.

This week was tough, too, because I had two response briefs due today. I got them both filed by 2:00 and went home to rest.

When I last posted, I noted that I joined a beginner's league. I've had a few games since then. All the other players have been playing for at least a year, so I get my butt kicked all the time, but at least I'm forced to get in a game a week so I'll get better. Of course, during my first match I got cracked right in the eye with the ball and got a shiner, just in time for my first meeting with my new client. But it's fun and I'm sticking with it. I've got a match tonight.