Weigh-Ins are on MONDAYS - Updated July 3, 2017

Surgery Date: October 20, 2009:

Friday, June 6, 2014

The Dream Team

Nothing can beat experience.

And I just spent an amazing two days with THE team.

This team has buckets of Lap-Band experience.

This team has oodles of "been there, done that" types of experience with their Lap-Bands.

They.

Know.

The band.

Superstars of the band.

But now I think I've gotten ahead of myself, so let me start at the very beginning.

The very beginning of my two-day adventure...

I jumped on a plane.

Where to?

Austin, Texas.

To meet the peeps at the new company that now owns the Lap-Band: Apollo Endosurgery

Here's how it all went down:

First off, we got to ride in a cool shuttle van. Don't deny it. I know that you're jealous.

Then we toured their office and laboratory.  Yep, that's me cuddling up with a Lap-Band in the lab:

We also met cool lab peeps who were surprisingly not wearing sexy white lab coats:
That's Banded Wendy from YouTube
The lab tour continued. 
Don't worry, I followed the warning label and did not put any lube in my ears:

And then we ate.

And drank.

We lived it up and threw 'em back like champs.

'Cuz that's how us Lap-Banders roll.
Veteran Lap-Banders:
Alex who created BariatricPal & Amy (check out her blog here)


But you know what we really did for the most of the time we were in Austin?

We chilled in a conference room and talked about some serious issues: patient advocacy, weight loss surgery, and of course the Lap-Band:
Quick! Trivia question for you! How do you know that you're in a room full of WLS peeps? 

COUNT THE BOTTLES OF WATER in the pic above.

Yeah, it's a dead giveaway. 

We love our water. It's us in our natural habitat fo' sho'.

Then it was time for an up close and personal video interview with yours truly:

So now you know.

What really went down in less than 48 hours.

In that capital city of Texas.
The Dream Team.
One Team. One Dream.
But wait.

One last thing.

I forgot to tell you.

That plane ride.

Those tiny seats.

And that evil plane seat belt.

Guess what?  

That seat belt fit!

All the way around me with plenty of extra seat belt to spare.

It. 

Fits.