Well, as of yesterday I'm down 68 pounds.  I know I've been doing any and everything to avoid exercise, though I know that this is the only way to really work my tool.  Appetite is increasing at times, and I try to remember to keep my calories under my personal goal for the week, usually around 1100 or so.  The honeymoon period is over!!!!  Menses has yet to make an appearance, and I'm thinking of jumpstarting that little process.  If I do, perhaps this bloated feeling I've been having for weeks now will finally go away.  My mid-section is so full-feeling and a little tender, not to mention problems with constipation, relieved with MOM but not as fiercely as before surgery.  Nausea is probably because of this, too.  I gotta get my a$$ up and out the door. I ordered a treadmill finally, so that should be here soon and make things a lot more interesting, as I can exercise in my own house and not wonder what others are saying at the gym.  I did some floor exercises the other day for 15 minutes with leg weights, and I felt good about it!  Baby steps...

I don't know what happened since the last post, but I've been losing.  I know that since restarting metformin for PCOS that my stomach has been doing flips.  Nevertheless, I'm glad to be rid of more weight.  I promised myself I would only get on the scale every 2 weeks, but this morning, I couldn't resist.  The scale actually indicated a 64 pound loss, but I will go with what I'm getting on the scale at work.  I moved that scale around to 3 different places and got the same thing.  Of course, I retain fluid as the day goes on.  I guess I don't want to set myself up for a fall if the scale is wrong in some way.  I seem to be losing in spurts, and I haven't worked out in nearly 2 weeks due to some physical problem or another or just being plain tired.  People are calling me skinny girl.  Hah! Anyway, yippee!!!!!!  I hope to lose at 12-15 pounds by my next appointment at the end of the month.  I resolve to be happy if i even come close.

Only 53 pounds gone so far.  I plateaued for over 2 weeks.  I've resolved that I won't be one of those big losers.  I know that overall, this pace is best for me.  Inches are creeping away, and I have managed to get in some good exercise with weights and some cardio.  I suspect that muscle gain is partly responsible for the scale stalling.  I really need to put that damn scale away for at least a month, but it's hard.  I want these pounds to move!  Had a setback this week with an allergic reaction to a Lean Cuisine.  I woke up 2 days ago with the area under my tongue swollen and difficulty handling my secretions.  It's amazing that I didn't choke in my sleep.  I'm glad God was watching over me all that time.  It could have been worse.  More steroids were in order so that I could treat the condition.  All I can figure is that some kind of spice in the meal caused the reaction.  I stayed home that day and took Benadryl.  Someone remarked yesterday that I looke like I've "lost a whole lot of weight."  That lifted my spirits some since I've been bummed about the slower loss.   My father is always asking me how much I've lost, and I refuse to tell him, partly because I think it's tacky for peple to ask, and also that I'm disappointed in my slower loss.  It's too much pressure from other people.  His asking me takes me back to childhood and adolescence when I felt so ashamed about my appearance and my weight because of the pressure on from my family, despite my success as a student and efforts just to be a good Christian girl.  I'm working through those feelings and trying to appreciate, celebrate, and praise myself for my accomplishments.  That's so important to my overall happiness as an individual.  No man can give me that.  I have to give that to myself.