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So the other night I was thinking really hard about LapBand surgery again. Those thoughts led me to look at a few YouTube LapBand testimonials. I was almost convinced that this would be the route I go in the next two years but then there were a few videos that made me think harder about how I would adjust to having the LapBand. Everyone in those videos mentioned that they were only able to eat what was literally a pinch of food. Some others got really sick, and some shared experiences where someone they knew that had the surgery passed away.

First, I reasoned that I definitely need something that will force me to stop eating in excess (I mean it is after 10pm. I had a full meal but I am munching on chips and popcorn for crying out loud). However, I do LOVE food and I can't imagine not being able to enjoy it the way I do now and I do not feel comfortable with risking my overall health or life.

So, with that being said, imma put the idea of LapBand surgery on a strong hold. Instead, I have decided to challenge myself to a month of planking (along with continuing to drink 101.4 ounces of water) and eat smaller portions of food. I found this awesome plank video on YouTube (https://youtu.be/FXDWtYsu1dQ). It takes about 5 minutes and there are 7 sets of plank exercises. It is very difficult for me but I have been doing it since Sunday. I am telling you it has me sweating like I just ran through a whole 30 minute workout DVD. I am determined to do it everyday for 30 days. I do not want to get bored with this so I am going to try to motivate myself by continuing to read up on the benefits of planking. I figure something is going to work out. I am going to keep trying until I get to a weight that I feel most comfortable in. I am determined and with determination comes results!
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