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  • Comment by hummingbirdlover.com on 2/24/08 8:59 am
    Nicolle, Please please me and have a quick recovery. You're a very brave gal! Hope all is going well post surgery. All my lovin', Jackie
  • Comment by LeaAnn on 2/22/08 12:55 pm
    Hey, gawgeous! Thinking of you.
  • Comment by Jo F. on 2/22/08 11:51 am
    Nicolle ~ you are finally on your way to a healthier, happier, thinner you! Congrats and remember that I'll be thinking about you. It will be a rough go at first, but you WILL fall in love with your DS!!! Here's to a successful surgery with no complications and a speedy recovery! HUGS!
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Hi, I'm Nicolle and I am 37. I am married to a great guy and have two young children. I have a loving family and a supportive and fun circle of friends. I've been overweight for a long time and morbidly obese for many years. My starting BMI was 55.5. I was a binge eater who used food to squash negative feelings and heighten happy feelings. Now I am a DSer who is living life, day-by-day.

This page is a place for me to put my feelings about my journey, but if it helps you at all on YOUR journey, then I am happy to help. I read lots of profiles, pre-op and they helped me understand the surgery, insurance process and the life after the DS. 

Some quick links to FAQs on my blog:

--what I ate right after my DS I Lost My Toddler! 
--what the first week or so is like and advice for hospital Overview Part 1
--studies on the DS

Good luck!

Nicolle's Blog



108 Reasons to Be Thankful! L-O-N-G!
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            108  “Wows”  From My First 108  Pounds Lost! 

I’ve always  believed that each  day holds many  “wows”  for us if  we’re just  wise enough to see  them. Well, in the  last 5 months since  I had my DS  surgery,  the “wows”  have been coming  fast and furious and  they are hard to miss! This journey  is far from over,  but I just wanted to  take a moment to  reflect on many of  the good things that  have happened to me  along the way.  (Sorry for the following   lousy  formatting. I can't seem to make it work.)   
  1. I fit comfortably in a backseat of a taxi with a child in a car seat on either side of me.
  2. I moved from a saggy, baggy size 50D bra (which used to be very tight) to a 44C. My sister asked me if I was planning to store nuts in there for the winter!
  3. I found an ouchy pimple on the back of my thigh and squeezed it. Got in the shower and found ANOTHER pimple on my thigh. Took a minute to figure out it was the SAME damn pimple and that since I could reach all the way around my thigh, I had actually felt it twice, but from different directions!
  4. I am now such a meat-eater that these guys who sell meat from freezers in a Sprinter van stop regularly at my house.
  5. I am now such a good meat wagon customer that they gave me a free freezer to store the meat I buy in my garage!
  6. I can eat at ANY restaurant and enjoy myself!
  7. I can eat desserts at every meal if I want to.
  8. I started this journey in 4x tops. Now I can fit into roomier-style size 1X.
  9. I started in size 30/32 pants and now I am in 22s. I recently wore a generous size XL stretchy skirt.
  10. I just wore a size 20 pair of Walmart city shorts to the DS BBQ at Lori’s house!!! Probably an anomaly, but I’ll claim it!
  11. I have had to move my car seat WAY up to be closer to the steering wheel, since my gut is not in the way anymore!
  12. I have had to adjust my car’s rearview mirror because I sit a LOT lower in the car these days without the extra butt padding!
  13. I can’t sit still for very long, on account of my bonier butt.
  14. I open my closet every morning and KNOW that the clothes in there will fit or even be too loose.
  15. Crazy, wonderful lovemaking with my husband, since my big belly is gone! I actually wept the first time we made love after I lost 88 pounds. It was mind-blowing, to say the least.
  16. My shoe size has dropped from an 11 back to a 10.
  17. My lower back (with three herniated disks) does not hurt anymore after exertion.
  18. I can stand for much longer periods of time than pre-surgery.
  19. I fit comfortably in movie theater seats.
  20. I can sit in any restaurant booth comfortably!
  21. The pile of clothes that do not fit me anymore is getting bigger and bigger as I am getting smaller and smaller!
  22. Everything old in my wardrobe is new again—I am shopping in my own closet!
  23. My bathing suit practically fell off me when I was swimming after my first 40-pound loss.
  24. I recently went to a Ringo Starr concert at the lakefront and had a choice of walking 1.25 miles or taking a shuttle to get to the venue, I chose the walk! It was a breeze!
  25. The trainers at my gym all know me and my story, so I get high-fives and ego strokes each time I go there.
  26. My trainer sees me each time and says “damn girl, you’re lookin’ lean!”
  27. I can run up my front porch or basement stairs without getting winded.
  28. I suggest we go to places with the kids where we have to walk all day, like the zoo or major Chicago museums, because it feels good to move my body.
  29. It takes a lot for me to get sweaty or hot. Some days I even forget to wear deodorant! (TMI, I know!)
  30. I like outdoor seating at restaurants—I don’t get too sweaty anymore.
  31. My soaking bathtub is sooo much roomier and relaxing since I got smaller!
  32. I can really shave my legs well now—no more big patches of left-behind fur on my knees or ankles.
  33. I look more normal-sized on my bike with the boys in the trailer, not like a planet pulling a shooting star.
  34. I’m less afraid to speak my mind these days.
  35. I feel like I can talk more freely and openly with friends about health issues, since I am actually actively working on mine.
  36. I have so much extra energy that my house is cleaner, my yard is better kept.
  37. From me, my elder son has learned how to read food labels and spy the protein, calories and carbs!
  38. I weigh myself several times a day because I am excited to see my progress!
  39. I’m not afraid to sit on our folding camp chairs while we watch our son play soccer. They hold me without breaking!
  40. My skin is clearer than it has ever been!
  41. Thanks to the vitamins, my nails are growing like weeds!
  42. I sat at the Ringo concert on a light folding chair and I felt okay. I didn’t panic that it was going to break into shards.
  43. At the same concert, I asked the boney teeny-bopper next to move to shove over and stand in front of her own goddam seat. I’m sure she was silently calling me a “fat ass” out of spite, but I knew I was only occupying MY seat area, and not a centimeter more! She had no reason to complain.
  44. I believe I can now fit in an airplane seat without a belt extender. That was a mortifying part of life before the DS.
  45. I threw away my size 14 granny panties! I now wear a Lane Bryant 18/20. It feels amazing to have undies that fit well and hold you in a little!!
  46. I don’t feel pissed when I forget something in the house and have to run back up stairs—I just say “oh, it’s good exercise.” Seriously!
  47. I actually can allow myself to dream about being a normal size for longer than it takes for the average diet to fail. I actually believe I’m going to get there this time!
  48. I actually feel like I have something to add (advice, humor, etc.) to the OH threads.
  49. I feel very knowledgeable about the procedure I had done—most people just go to a doctor and say “help me lose weight, I don’t care how” and then have to live with their problems down the line. I have been able to answer all questions that have been directed at me, or turn to my peeps on OH for answers.
  50. I have been able to work out for 45 minutes—hard—on the elliptical machine at the club, without having a heart attack! I love it!
  51.  I am becoming a camera whore! I’m not always the one behind the camera anymore!
  52. I can feel the bones in my shoulder! Can’t wait to reintroduce myself to my collarbones someday!
  53. I’m not self-conscious about getting on the floor and doing exercises with my trainer at the health club. Even the doggy-style, crazy ones. LOL
  54. When I follow my trainer around the health club, I can fit in between the machines. Pre-op, I used to have to walk over to the wide aisle so I wouldn’t bump my hips and then have to run to catch up with her/him.
  55. When I was tossing a medicine ball around with my trainer, I almost lost my wedding rings because they have become so loose!
  56. I no longer need to take naps when my kids do—I have energy to spare!
  57. When I’m not dragging my kids with me, I park far away from stores and walk and actually enjoy it!
  58. In a public restroom, I don’t automatically seek out the largest stall. I go into any one that is open (and cleanish-looking!).
  59. I can cross my legs when I am sitting and it actually feels comfortable!! (And I don’t have to cheat and grab onto my leg and place it on top of the other one—I can just do it at-will, with no hands!)
  60. After 2 months and 44 pounds down, I got a new driver’s license and I actually liked the picture! The woman in the new picture looks nothing like the woman on my passport! Wonder what Erma Bombeck would say about that!
  61. My sugar levels are non-diabetic! Perfectly normal now, baby!
  62. I took myself off my anti-depressant medication after 88 pounds gone and have not looked back since! I hope I continue to thrive without it.
  63. I’m able to wear nice lingerie, including some cute ones I bought for my honeymoon 10 years ago! I have some size large Victoria’s Secret ones waiting for me that my cute husband bought to cheer me on!
  64. My engagement and wedding rings are falling off of me. They slide off so easily that I have to be careful when I am in the pool and exercising.
  65. If I drop something on the floor, I don’t have to bend down like a baby giraffe on wobbly legs to pick it up. I easily and quickly swoop down and back up again to get it.
  66. I actually POSED for a picture, devouring Val’s Ricotta Fluff dessert, at a DS barbecue this past weekend! In the past, I would NEVER be photographed with food!
  67. If I drop something while I am driving, (such as a coin or peanut or even an open bottle of water!), I can just reach down and pick it up. I don’t have to wait until I stop to retrieve it.
  68. My necklace that I wear daily (a “push present” from my hubby) feels so loose around my neck! It now hangs where it is supposed to, instead of being almost a choker around my fat neck!
  69. I openly tell anyone and everyone about my DS and am proud to say how much I’ve lost. I enjoy their surprised looks and enjoy teaching them there are other options.
  70. I can snuggle thisclose to my hubby in bed.
  71. My three-month labs were good. I expect the 6-month ones to tank, because that’s what seems to happen, but I’m ready!
  72. Since I am eating so much meat now, I’ve been teaching myself how to grill stuff, and I think I am getting better at it! I recently made ribs that were pretty awesome, if I do say so myself!
  73. I like my hair short, a style that was not so good with my former bigger body. I think it will look even more “matched” to my body as I lose more weight. By then, I may even like it long! It’s nice to finally have options.
  74. I’m actually talking about reconstructive surgery with my husband, as if I know I will get to goal and need it. I have lots of weight to go yet, but I have such hope!
  75. I LOVE going to my monthly support group meeting. That’s the only scale I trust and use as my official weigh-in source. And it’s a little like show-and-tell for me these days.
  76. I am actually looking forward to my next GYN appointment. The last time I went was before my DS and he was so supportive of the surgery idea. I know he’ll be pleased to see me healthier.
  77. I am not afraid of the first day of my son’s kindergarten class this fall. I was nervous for him that kids would tease him because I was so fat. I’m still big, but at least I don’t have my own satellite system anymore!
  78. I wish I could say that my feet don’t hurt anymore, but I can’t. My feet hurt differently these days. I had plantar fasciitis, aggravated by my heavy weight. That’s better, but now my feet are simply sore from use! Treadmill, elliptical, standing longer all adds up to make my tootsies tired!
  79. I actually look at myself more in the mirror now. I had no idea how much I avoided seeing my body’s reflection until now. I guess I just didn’t like what I saw, so I looked away. Not anymore, baby!
  80. My surgeon and I had set a goal of me losing 100 pounds by 6 months after my DS. So, it’s nothing short of a miracle to me that I did it in just under five months!
  81. As I am getting rid of clothes that do not fit me anymore, I find that I am not even giving them a backward glance. It’s so easy to say goodbye to that which is not a part of me and my identity anymore. They were rags that covered my body, instead of clothes hat I coveted or felt good in.
  82. My next-door neighbor wondered “who was taking my kids out one day, was it a babysitter?” The answer was ME, of course, not some stranger! She was shocked at the difference in my appearance.
  83. My shirts keep sliding to the left and to the right, revealing my bra strap. It’s nice to look down and fix it, and see that my bra strap is not the big, thick mama that it used to be! This bra looks practically dainty by comparison to the practically-military contraptions I used to wear!
  84. My five-year son said I’m not as “thick” as I used to be!
  85. When I do go to a fast food drive-thru, I am no longer embarrassed by being there. I order my food happily, without any shame. (I actually used to order myself pizza on the phone and pretend to ask imaginary others what they wanted, s if the pizza person cared!!)
  86. I weigh less today than I did when I met my husband 11 years ago!
  87. I have lost more than my toddler and 5-year old weigh, put together!
  88. My hubby and I were waving “goodbye” to our kids from our porch as they left for an outing with their aunt and uncle and I heard a strange chiming sound coming from my hand. It was my 3-banded wedding ring sliding up and down on my finger and clinking against one another. My husband and I cracked up.
  89. When I do a little jog around the house or to dash and catch a kid falling off a swingset or something, my loose panni and thighs slap up and down together, making kind of a clapping noise. I guess my body is so happy that I can run again, it’s applauding!
  90. I actually looked forward to seeing the photos posted from the Indy gathering. I figure now that even if I look like a fat ass in them, that won’t be the case in a few more months.
  91. I just hosted a major yard sale and my old, jumbo clothes were a big part of it!
  92. When I walk down the stairs to my basement, I can actually see my feet. Before, with my stomach in the way, I had to take it on faith that they were there and would actually land on each step.
  93. I don’t really crave any food, at this point. Before the DS, my life was ruled by my cravings: pizza, McDonald’s, Taco Bell, cheese fries, etc. I could plan a whole day around my cravings and how I was going to get them! Now I don’t care a whole lot about what I eat, as long as it is high-protein and low-carb and tastes good. I feel FREE.
  94. My boobs don’t get in the way of all of my tight hugs anymore.
  95. The Menards (hardware store) turnstile didn’t spook me into going in though the wide cart door the last time I was there. I just turned sideways and popped easily through.
  96. I am gearing up to do my freelance PR business again and the thought of meeting potential clients face-to-face doesn’t worry me at all. I think they’ll see a PR professional, not just an obese out-of-control woman.
  97.  Thus far, I have been complication-free from my DS surgery. No leaks, no obstructions, no infections. I continue to be vigilant (and hopeful).
  98. I can see the reflection of my naked silhouette in the shiny shower tiles each day and man, has it changed! I see less lumps and bumps.
  99. My shelf ass has diminished. Before, someone at a cocktail party could have rested a drink on it, but now it would hit the floor! I can’t wait until it’s completely gone.
  100. I don’t feel like a pig at the movies, even when I am doing my piggy butter trick with my popcorn. (I meticulously use a straw and the butter machine to distribute butter evenly throughout my bag of popcorn.)
  101. My fuzzball of a dog sheds everywhere, so I constantly find myself vacuuming with the hand attachment, bending this way and that. It’s now a breeze for me, instead of drudgery.
  102. Opening doors and windows is harder for me now, since I actually have to use muscle and leverage, instead of just “throwing my ass in to it.”
  103. I’ve always loved my engagement ring, so it’s nice that I’ve been getting compliments on it these days. I think that it is because I have less fat obstructing it on my hands and the diamond looks bigger than it actually is! When I get to goal, it should look like the Hope Diamond!
  104. Weeding is a breeze! I just spy a little stray green bugger, bend down and whisk it out of there, instead of walking by and ignoring it until the weeds get critical mass and something has to be done!
  105. I can carry my toddler for a lot longer distances than I ever did before!
  106. When I play on the floor with my kids, I can get up and down easily. No more grabbing onto furniture to hoist my carcass up!
  107. I actually rode a camel with my husband and two kids a couple for months ago! When I hit 200 pounds, I am going to ride a horse.
  108. After a lifetime of sweating just doing activities of daily living, I now actually feel cold in the air conditioning or on a cooler evening. My friend Marlene thinks that is the gateway to thinness and now feels comfortable lovingly calling me a “skinny bitch” on that basis alone!

I'd like to give a special "thanks" to  my terrific family and friends, who have been truly supportive of me all the way. Thanks fo reading this blog!! A special shout out to my husband, mom, sister and brother-in-law for all their love and TLC. To my beautiful little boys, who have loved me through thick and thin: I love you! And to all of the wonderful folks here on OH--thanks, I couldn't have done it without your support and guidance.

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Lori Black's DS BBQ in Indy!
4 days ago
it was a great gathering! Despite the weird, wet weather that gave us all frizzy or flat hair! Lori was a lovely host (naturally) and the guests were all interesting. Especially ME, since I was the one who brought an entree (chicken kabobs) that landed a child in the ER last night! (Peanut allergy, wouldn't you know?)

Seriously, it was incredible to meet people who I have "known" only online. The stories come alive, the people become more real and the information and support shared is even more meaningful and personal. There was a lot of "what's your avatar?" and "oh my God--YOU'RE the one who did that/had that happen? I loved that story!" It was really cool. I think my favorite discussion was about Lori's fear of having a "big, fat pussy" after her tummy tuck!! (Aw, hell, we are ALL afraid of that!)

And I finally tried Val's Ricotta Fuff!! I now do NOT fear the fluff and will be making it this week!

The van ride down from the Chicago/NW Indiana areas was great! The ladies all shared funny and serious stories and I think we really connected in that short time. And most of us chowed on chocolate-covered almonds that were to die for!

Here are some photos from my camera. I'm sure others will post more later, since I remember posing for several and our stealth photographer, Lisa, was hard at work!

The Chicago group, in front of my van: (Mandy, Judy, Nicolle and the Chicago Lori)


Mandy, Lori and me:


Lori, the pill-pusher, made sure all of us were up-to-date on our meds!


 
Break the news to our husbands, Val and I are in love:



Lisa and me: (she has the prettiest eyes and curly hair!)




And just for shits and giggles, take a look at the Mandy and Nicolle picture from February 2008 and then look at the photo of us taken yesterday! Wow--we look so different!!! We're a couple of happy losers!



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Doctors and Other Strangers--Sobering Reality
on July 14, 2008 5:57 am

Anyone who knows me knows that I am very concerned that my kids don't end up to be fat like their mom. I feed the kids healthy foods, we limit TV time and I try to be a good example by eating well and exercising a lot. My hubby and his family are of a normal, healthy weight, so our boys have a genetic chance of being "normal." Both boys look perfectly healthy and both consistently wear the size lower than their age (i.e. my almost-6-year old wears 4T and 5s). They're not fat. Or so I thought...

I took them to their new pediatrician a couple of weeks ago, and she's awesome. My good friend recommended her, as she takes her FOUR kids to her and has had great experiences over the years.

The appointment was wonderful, until the BMI discussion. Apparently, my elder boy (5.75 years, 47 pounds) is in the 89th percentile and they prefer him to be at the 85th. She said in a serious voice, that "we need to keep an eye on that since that means he is in the at risk zone of becoming obese." I stammered out a "yes, I want to be careful as I ended up having bariatric surgery myself." She said "it's not a big deal, no need to diet or anything, just don't let him gain more. Up the exercise and keep snacks healthy and all should be fine."

I went home, plugged in the numbers in the CDC's online child BMI calculator and found that losing ONE pound would put him in the healthy BMI range. I felt much better. That is worth watching, but not worth freaking out over. I'm glad I know. Soccer just started, so maybe that will help him knock off that pound, naturally.

Then it occurred to me that my friend's four kids are bigger than mine (over 10-pound birthweights and for example, one of the kids is at least a year younger than one of mine and weighs 4-5 pounds more and their infant wears size 18-24 month clothes) and she has never told me the doctor said anything about their weight. To my eye, these are NOT fat kids, just bigger.

Apparently the doctor HAS noticed her kids' higher BMIs, but did not make a big deal out of it. Sensing my inherent next question, my friend--who I have known for 30 years and always has been one of my biggest supporters--said in a quiet voice, "well, the doctor has seen my husband and me in person and probably figured it was okay." (This is my paraphrase, as I cannot remember it exactly.) My friend is a runner and has a lean body type and her hubby is athletic, so that made perfect sense to me. In other words, the doctor took one look at me and saw the obvious obesity and that was a red flag to look for in it my kids.  

I felt like my little world turned upside down. I spent a few days thinking about it and went back to my friend. I basically said "I don't know how to talk to you about this, but I want to thank you for being 'real' with me. That was probably hard for you to say to me. Because I've lost nearly 100 pounds, I think I am practically skinny. I forget all the time that a 250-pound woman is still HUGE in this world and that's all the doctor could see. Thanks for helping ME see that." I felt like this was one of the most grown-up chats I've had--part of my "becoming authentic" rehabilitation, I guess.

She admitted that it was hard for her to talk about, too. And she agonized a little over saying anything to me, but she knows I want to be told the truth so that I can get emotionally healthier by dealing witn things out in the open. I'm lucky to have her in my life.

I admit it, I've been swept away a bit by this process and my progress. I literally have dozens of people in my life who always say amazing, supportive things to me. Strangers and trainers at the health club come up to me and ask about my weight loss all the time. I actually am seeing my friends even more than ever before these days because they want to see my progress in person. (And by the way, I try not to disappoint my audience--I put on form-fitting clothes, do my hair and make up, etc.!)

I guess I got a little carried away with my progress and forgot that strangers would look at me and still see a woman out of control, instead of a woman on a mission who has lost almost 100 pounds.

It's very sobering. I'm still VERY happy at how far I've come, but I have to remember that I have a long road ahead of me--possibly another 80-90 pounds and probably reconstructive surgery. I wonder how small I have to get to be able to squeak by and have it not be an issue with doctors and other strangers. So that they could see ME, not just the fat. A question for the ages, I suppose, because if they don't judge me because of weight, they'll find something else to judge, right? 

                                  

 

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Sheryl Crow was right!
on July 9, 2008 7:04 pm

I am a people-pleaser by nature. Historically, when I have experienced emotional discomfort, pressure or cognitive dissonance, I have eaten food and put myself into a cozy food coma. Magically, the situation would always get better. But this way of life kept getting me sicker and sicker and fatter and fatter. 

Since my DS, I can no longer slip into a food coma to get away from people and things I want to avoid.  I find myself having to live my life more authentically. By that, I mean that I have to feel REAL feelings, all the way to their end point, even if they suck. No more Scarlet O'Hara "tomorrows." I've got to deal with things live, as they happen.

To that end, I find myself speaking my mind more than ever and being very frank about my feelings. I'm new at this, so I've got the training wheels on. But I think I had a breakthrough. 

Yesterday, I had to have a beat-down with a semi-negligent mother at our health club pool. Her 4 and 7-year old brats were unsupervised animals (who had been yelled at by the lifeguard for roughhousing a couple of times already) who ended up running over my toddler (and me!) in the zero-depth area of the pool. When I spoke to them about their behavior, they ignored me, so I grabbed my toddler and collared these kids and made them tell me where their parent was. 

After both lied to me and said she wasn't there, (which I countered with, "Oh, then let's call the police because she has to go to jail for leaving you here, unsupervised."), the little one started to look scared and then showed me to their mother who was in the restaurant section, 300 feet away, working on her laptop under a shady umbrella, not watching her kids. She of course, was shocked that someone would bother her about her brats. I politely told her what happened and the kids then did finally stutter out  the truth. She seemed irked that I would trouble her with this issue, so I was a bit bitchy.

I asked her if she expected the 7-year old to supervise her little one and she said "no, of course not!" I said "then who is supposed to supervise him if not him and not you, all the way over here? You need to watch your kids before something bad happens to them or--God forbid, one of us." She started speaking semi-stenly to her kids and I said, "Listen, I'm not wasting any more of my family's valuable pool time on you and your kids. But don't let me see them knocking toddlers and moms down again in the pool" and walked away. She was pissed, naturally. But she wisely kept her kids out of the pool for at least the next 30 minutes.

When I came back to the wading area with my toddler, another mom said to me "I admire you for doing that! I've always wanted to do that, but never had the guts!" I told her, without any thought at all, that "I went to hell and back to have weightloss surgery and change my life and I'm not about to start my new life by taking crap off anyone, especially kids that aren't mine!" 

I think Sheryl Crow had it right in "Steve McQueen":

I ain't takin' shit off no one, baby that was yesterday.   

                                   
                                

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I frickin' hate Vitalady!
on July 5, 2008 9:24 pm
She's so DAMN skinny! And looks so damn young--like a frickin' teenager in her itsy-bitsy red tank top! Here's the incontrovertible proof:

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Michelle and her terrific husband, Don, stopped over in Illinois for a get-together BBQ. We had great food, good conversation and lots of info. If you get a chance to meet them in person, do it! (They have three more stops on their tour in the next couple of weeks--Minnesota, Montana and Idaho.) 

Michelle and Don are both sooo knowledgeable about our post-op nutritional needs. Frankly, they know MORE than our surgeons do about what we need to take to keep us healthy after the weight loss surgery of our choice. (FYI, if you want to learn more about them and their vitamins, protein, their tour, etc., visit www.vitalady.com.)

I got to sample a few different products I had been curious about and now plan on ordering, including BA calcium chewables. Cool!

Here's the funny thing. I came a little late and tried to quietly join the circle of about 12 people. I ended up sitting next to Michelle and she glanced at my Beatles watch and whispered, "Oh, you must be Nicolle!" Such a smart cookie.

BTW, I thought I looked cute in my size XL skirt and 2x top, but looking at the picture, I look like Michelle's ugly old aunt, Broomhilda. Oh, well.

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