I just got back from vacation, during which I had a blast and traveled 2300 miles. I got home yesterday and collapsed into bed-I needed the sleep. I weighed myself this morning, I weighed 200 pounds. I am in shock. I have not weighed this since before I got out of the military six years ago. The last time I weighed this was on my way up to failing all my PRT's in the navy. This is a total of 75 pounds gone forever.

Life is going very well. I am starting to swim in a size 14-some 16's still fit, but then again, I have a pair of 14's that are big. I am wearing a size large top and sometimes they are a little big. I am learning how to cook for my new pouch, and am learning that food can be a friend, but not my best friend in times of need. My hubby is saying that I am looking good-and of course I look REALLY different now. I got my hair cut shorter and got high-lights for the first time in my life and my hubby is happy!!! I have felt more and more girly-and am going to buy a pink gun tomorrow!! I rock! In between all of this, Life is just good. We are planning our 10 year vow renewal ceremony, and shopping for a dress is fun-at this point I am not trying on (we still have 2 years until the renewal), but looking can be fun. I have found out i like wearing heels-and man I look good in them. 

Eating is better now-I can eat at most half a cup, and now that I am done with the endoscopy and the dilitation, I feel great!! Life looks better when you feel that your pouch is not out to get you-but instead work with you. Sometimes I still regret having this surgery, but that thinking is far in the minority now. I am more glad I did it, because I feel good 95% of the time.

I just weighed myself. I am 1 month, 1 day out-and I am a third of the way there. HOLY CRAP. 45 lbs gone, 90 more to go.
I am not feeling good at all, I have had problems with constipation and nausea the last few days, and while I haven't actually thrown up anything out of my pouch, I have been dry heaving like crazy. I think it has something to do with the KFC grilled chicken I had on friday, and it sat like a rock for hours, and ever since then, I have not been able to eat much-tonight was the first time I was able to get something down and feel ok afterwards. I drank some tomato soup, and man, it tasted good.

 I am about 20 days out from surgery, and since the beginning of this journey (beginning with the liquid diet) I have lost 34 lbs. I am feeling great-some days are better than others, but overall, I am ok. I still have some pain on the lower left area of my abdomen, but I guess that is normal. I have started with my pureed food-and let me tell ya, that is a hoot. I wanted a deviled egg last night, and sean made me some, except it was pretty much mush and sort of tasted like tarter sauce-for some reason he decided to use tarter sauce in place of mayo and pickles because it was easier. Whatever-I wanted them darn pickles, But my other main staples have been cottage cheese and eggs with a little cheese, salt and pepper. 
I have been walking as much as I can, and trying to get in as much water as possible, and am working towards 64 oz. but it is really hard-I feel dehydrated a lot, but I can't seem to get it all in. Oh well, a little bit at a time is the motto here-try try try. Hot weather seems to take a lot out of me very quickly, so I try to stay inside during the worst of it.
SInce the surgery, i have had a few "why did I do this" moments. But those happen during the moments when I can't sleep, or when I feel really run down. I am glad I had the surgery, but I am also sometimes wondering if I did the right thing. I love the newer thinner me, but I didn't do this to be thin-I did this to eventually get rid of the PCOS so that I can become a mother.