I'm beginning the 5 Day Pouch Test today. I don't really want to do it, but I have to get off the carbs. I have been eating candy and not so good for me stuff lately. My clothes (size 6) are getting too snug for comfort. I find myself reaching for workout clothes that have some stretch to them. Not good. I have to be able to button, zip, and breathe in my clothes again. I will not buy a larger size. That is how I ballooned up to 28/30's. I will not go that route again.

I can do this. I might be cranky, but I will succeed.

I will see how this works out.

Finally, Whew!!! I thought it would never happen. I thought I would never break that 150 pound plane. I weighed 149.8 this morning. That is close enough. Now (don't tell my husband, he is on my case cause he thinks I'm too thin) I need to lose down to 145 so with my clothes on I will only weigh 149. I go see Dr. Freeman on August 10th and I want to weigh less than 150 when I see him. Bad thing is, he only sees patients in the afternoon. I always weigh more in the afternoon. If only I could go in the morning and weigh before eating or drinking. Oh well, I have to do that 145. I just won't tell hubby I'm shooting for that. He thinks I'm frail.
Things are going pretty well. I made it through my two classes in June with A's in both classes. I'm almost finished with July, then a 2 week break before Fall semester begins. Fall should be much slower because it lasts 4 months. I'm so ready for these classes to be done. The fast pace is kicking my butt!!!
Hopefully, I have found a workout partner at UofA. We are going to begin working out after class next week.
Got a new puppy. She is a maltese and so darn cute. Like having a little ball of white fluff running around. I didn't need a puppy but my husband surprised me with her.

My dad died on May 6, 2009. He was buried May 8th. It seems so strange to have no parents. I was expecting him to die within 6 months of my mom, but it is still difficult. He had been bedridden for so long I know he is much happier and in a much better place. My nephew died on May 1 and was buried on May 3. Our family has had a difficult 5 months. I'm tired of funerals and funeral homes.
I am getting ready to go to the University of Alabama to pursue my masters degree in Social Work. I graduated with my bachelor's degree on May 1, 2009. I am attending UA in the advanced standing program. I will have my masters next May. I got a scholarship and a stipend. Those will come in handy. I have to write a letter for the scholarship so I guess I need to get busy.
I leave for San Diego this Thursday. I will get to spend time with both my sons. One is in San Diego and the other is in Yuma, Arizona.

 My mom passed away on December 26, 2008. She was my biggest advocate. She was the one in my family that knew the truth about my weightloss. Now she is gone and I miss her so much. I took her to the hospital on the 24th thinking she would be fine after a little rest and some fluids. Now I'm devastated and really miss her. She was the very best mom. I found out from my dad's sitter (he's bedridden) that my sisters-in-laws had rummaged through her purse even before she died. I feel so violated and feel my mother would feel so also. They never came to check on her when she was living, but the moment she was sick and then dead they moved in for the rape. They are married to my 2 older brothers. Of course my brothers were just as guilty. They didn't come to check on my parents when my mom was still alive, and yes they live close. It was left up to me and my younger brother to do everything. The moment my mom died, they started clearing out stuff and taking what they wanted. My mother's clothing was all packed up before she was even buried. They got my dad to give his power of attorney to the 2 of them and have raped and pillaged everything. Of course the oldest professes to not want anything (yeah right). He is also the very best of Christians, but never lifted a finger to help my mom or dad. I don't want my dad's or mom's stuff, but it is just the principle of the whole thing. My mom would have much rather have been helped while she was living than raped when she died.  I know I did all I could do for my mom before she died so I can live with my conscience. I told my brother that is 2 years older than me the same thing and he tells me he was at their house every 2 weeks. I had to call him a liar because I was there every weekend and at least once during the week and I never ran into him and my mother told me she had not seen him in weeks. I am so disappointed in my brothers for their actions and those of their wives.