Well, it's been a while since I posted an update.  My weight continues to bounce between 138 and 141.  I guess that's a good thing.  I've been doing some "stress eating" lately.  I guess it could be worse.  Thank goodness my pouchy complies.  It stops me before things could get REALLY bad.

I continue to work for free.  It SUCKS and I'm sick of it.  Why do people "assume" their spouse is happy to work for their business for free?  My mom NEVER worked for my dad for free.  He wouldn't do that.  But, for some reason, my husband seems to think daily lunch at Cracker Barrel should be payment enough.

I continue to beg for money so I can get my business venture off the ground.  Funny how we took every dime from paychecks to start his business but mine is a "hobby".  Let's not talk about "him" anymore.  Makes me want to grab another homemade brownie.

My health is pretty okay.  I'm still battling the cellulitis in my left leg.  The antibiotics didn't do a thing.  I haven't walked in weeks.  Frankly, having the leg down for an extended period of time makes it blow up into a huge purple mess.  I try not to let it get me down but it freaking HURTS!

But, I do have a semi-fun project going.  I'm chairing our 25th high school reunion committee.  I've spent LOTS of time online searching addresses.  The database isn't too bad since I spent a year gathering all the info for our 20th reunion. LOL  For the first time...EVER...I'm looking forward to seeing these people.  I was teased and tormented pretty bad in school.  I'm smaller now than I was in 1973 in 3rd grade!  I can't WAIT for them to see me now!!!!  I can't wait to get a gorgeous dress for this one! lol

So, I saw Dr. Iqbal on Tuesday.  I'm up a few pounds but I know that's from the dreaded constipation.  He told me to take a fiber supplement, mix it in my first water of the day and I should be fine.  Mark commented that "he" thinks I'm too small.  I was 142 in the office.  Told Doc I'd been down to 138.8 and thought it was cool.  He told me, in front of Mark, that I could still lose if I'd like to. HA!  I'm NOT too small.   Take that Massa!  But, all in all, I'm doing great.  I feel great too.  I'm not exercising like I should due to the cellulitis in the left leg just above my inner ankle.  It still hurts a lot but I'm dealing.  I'm not a gym bunny either.  I know a LOT of people workout at the gym like maniacs post-op.  It's not my thing.  Never was and never will be.  Sure, I joined a gym in November.  I think I went four times.  It's not due to lack of motivation.  It's due to lack of time.  I'm still a stay-home mom.  Any of you who have that job KNOW it's a full-time job.  Add to that working from home for Mark.  The man can be sitting right at the work phone but does he answer....no.  He think it's "more professional sounding for a girl to answer the phone".  Think I'm married to a sexist Redneck?  I think so too.  And, I'm still trying to get my business off the ground.  Hard to find time to hit a gym when you're already booked 38 hours a day.  So, power to all of you who can work out like maniacs.  Lift a few weights for me too!

So, here's my weekly laugh.  If you've read my blog you KNOW Mark's been less than supportive, well, since the minute I got home from the hospital May 28, 2007.  He's tipping the scale around 300 lbs.  He's only like 5'9".  So, not good!  He told Doc he's thinking about doing it.  It took all my energy not to laugh and fall off the exam table.  Mr. Soup or salad, appetizer, main course and dessert is gonna do this?  So, Doc knows how less than helpful and supportive Mark's been.  He went full-speed ahead into the "this is a lifetime commitment" speech.  And, I told him in the car if he thought for one second I'd baby him he's crazier than shit.  So, I had to let you all know of the big joke around my house.  Mark having RNY.  I guess stranger things have happened.  Now if he'd just get his ass out of bed before 10 am.  That, too, doesn't sit well with a stay-home mom who is supposed to be manning the phones by 8:30.

So, today I was back down to 141.8.  Let's take this RNY out for a ride and see how low we can go. LOL

So, I was going up and down the scale the last few weeks.  I went as high as (GASP!) 145!  I'm not necessarily eating "less".  I seem to be eating better.  I'm able to eat a whole kiddie meal at Cracker Barrel now.  But, then I got addicted to their sourdough french toast.  I think that's what did it.  Then it was a bagel in the morning and, there ya have it.  Weight gain!  Yikes!  So, I've laid off the bagel and have been eating chicken instead of french toast.  So, my scale was at 138.8 this morning!  Yippee!  Of course, going below 140 has NOT made my hubby happy.  Mr. Miserable thinks I'm doing all this on purpose.  Hello?  I had a small (not kid's!) soft serve custard last night with M&Ms!  Is that the sign of someone who is TRYING to lose?  Okay, I don't do that every night but it was fun. LOL  I'm not TRYING to lose anything.  But, for some reason, my scale (and body) still haven't found their happy landing area.  I was pretty sure the number to be was 142.  I bounced between 141 and 145 for weeks and weeks.  Most days it said around 142.  So, to see 13anything on the scale is a shock!  Watch, he'll order me a pizza tonight. LOL

So, up and down she goes.  Where my scale stops....nobody knows!

So, if you've been following my blog for any amount of time you know I'm kinda treated like a maid/cook/housekeeper/errand boy/etc. instead of a member of a family.  I've been unknowingly battling cellulitis in my lower left leg for about a month.  I just thought it was a bruise.  The ER doctor put me on Bactrim and told me to stay out of the sun and keep it elevated with warm compresses 4 times a day for 30 mins. each.  This morning I got up, started chores and looked outside.  YIKES!  The grass was way high.  Knowing I'm not "supposed" to be on the leg it was just tough.  So, an hour and 15 minutes later I was done with the lawn.  But, I hopped on my scale before hitting the shower and it said 139.6!  Yippee!!!!

I've come to realize that the smaller I get, the more chores are dumped on me.  He is WAY over the weight limit for our ladder so guess who gets to cut down limbs and clean out gutters now.  I know, aren't I so lucky!  So, sometimes I'm PISSED that I've lost all this weight.  Sure, I feel a lot better and certainly look better, but I've got even more jobs than before!  I can still eat pretty well and unfortunately the stress eating has returned.  I was as high as 145 last week.  And, yes, it was all my fault.  I eliminated the "crap" food and here I am in the 130s now.  So, sometimes stress eating is good.  It's a nice, hard slap in your face when that scale zooms up.  It sure woke me up.

So, in the long run the surgery has been both a blessing and a curse.

Well, a year ago today my whole life changed for the better!  I walked into the hospital miserable and FAT.  My surgery was at 11 am and I was in recovery by about 1 pm.  I had no pain whatsoever.  I actually asked if the surgery happened because I wasn't sore. LOL  I look back and look at pictures of the old me.  Sometimes I miss her.  It sure wasn't hard for her to sit for long periods of time. LOL  But, I absolutely LOVE my new life.  My mom and aunt must have gone to JCPenneys.  They know I'm kind of lacking in the clothing department.  So, with a buy one get the second for 99 cents sale, they bought me a pair of white capris and khaki capris.  Each pair was $30 and, with coupons and the deal, they got both pair for about $26. LOL  And, best yet, they're size 4 and fit beautifully!  This time last year I was wearing size 26.  It's been an incredible year.  In this year I've gone from 265.8 pounds to my present 139.8 pounds.  I've lost 126 pounds.  That's incredible to me.

We were so busy getting ready for a cookout that I didn't get my official pics done today.  We're doing them tomorrow.  And, for fun, my best friend and I are posing in my old jeans. LOL  With our weights together, we almost add up to the "old" me. LOL  THAT is frightening.

So, we had a big cookout to celebrate my new life.  My folks were here, my Susie was here, and Susie's ex-hubby was here.  We all had a great time.  But, to make it more special, I was able to celebrate my day with the people who have supported me the most.  I was so thrilled to share it with all of them.