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August 25th, 2007

I HAVE A DATE!!!! 

September 20th 2007, my new birthdate!  I can't wait!  26 days from today!  

What a day yesterday!  As much as it was a good day for me by getting a date, it was a very stressful day!  Grab a coffee and I will share...

We leave London at 6:40 am and head to the Windsor border (tunnel) We are there at 9:06 am, my appointment is at 10am.  The tunnnel is backed up a bit so we are waiting and there are cars all over the place.  This border crossing is not organized whatsoever, and the area is fairly small once you get out of the tunnel.  So you just choose a line.  We get in the closest line we can get in and wait.  Once we are the second car from being next, I say to hubby, "oh there is a LITTLE sign over there saying this is the Nexxus line" (for people who cross the border often they have a special 'pass') The car in front seems to realize this as well just when it is his turn to go, and so he turns on his blinker, hold us up and the next lane up so he can squeeze in.  I tell hubby to do the same, and he says, "naw, we will just go thru this lane, the guy will give us a lecture and then we are on our way" By now it's 9:15 am.  So we go up, and the guy goes 'so where is your nexxus card" Hubby explains what we did, not wanting to hold up traffic and whatever, and the guy goes "oh so what, are you going shopping or something?" REALLY SARCASTICALLY.  Hubby says, no my wife has an appointment at HF. blah blah blah.  If the asshole doesn't grab his walkie-talkie and announces "Nexxus Violator in lane 9"  He writes us an orange piece of paper and tells us to pull into secondary.  We are met by 4 guards, and they go to both of our windows and announce, "Cut the engine, leave the keys, pop the trunk and hood, take your id, but leave everything else in the car, DO NOT TAKE YOUR CELL PHONES"  I am SOOO mad at this point.  I get out and grab my wallet and this guard yells at us "Follow those lines over there (he fails to point where those lines are) and go into the building"  So I question what lines, and he barks again "FOLLOW THE LINES" By now I am shaking, and cursing under my breath, and having an anxiety attack, and close to tears.  My hubby and I start towards the building(S) (there are 3 of them so who the hell knew where we were supposed to go, he made like we did this often) So we find the 'lines' and go into the building...HOMELAND SECURITY.  I am like..."OMG ARE YOU FRIGGIN' KIDDING ME?" My hubby (the ever-so-nice and calm, dude) is trying to calm me down as we walk in and are greeted by more guards.  They took our orange form and passports and make us sit.  It's now 9:20.  We are in a tiny room with like 50 people all holding orange papers and they were all people of different ethnics, so clearly they were having to show citizenship paperwork etc.  9:30, 9:35, 9:45, then the call us and they guard gets a call saying our car was clear.  He says to us 'is this your first violation?'  I try not to spit fire at him as I say "umm yeah, we went in the wrong lane, THATS IT!  Do you think we would do this purposely more than once, ESPECIALLY when I have a doctors appointment that is NOW in 10 minutes?" (All the while my hubby is kicking my ankle to shut up...lol)  So we were "free" to go...So of course when we get back to the car, I can't let it go, and so I start in about how I feel like we were criminals and how we were treated like we did something 'wrong'.  I go off about how it's ridiculous they have to search our car...like I was going to hold up the United States of America with my fat free pretzel sticks or something?  GIVE ME A FRIGGIN BREAK!  Anywhoo....  9:55 we pull into HF, luckily we know where we have to go, and I make it up to my appt by 10 am.  Nuff said.  I have a rude nurse do my weight and blood pressure (which was thru the roof!!!) and then I see my cutie-patootie doctor.   We book the date, and I talk to another nurse about my what to do/what not to do's for the next 3 weeks, and off we go!  So now it's close to noon, so hubby says 'do you want to stop at Little Ceaser's before we go?"  So yep we did, and I got a little bold and ordered a slice of pizza and a greek salad, and I paid for it all the way home!!  I normally don't eat crap, (for the record, I mean since I started dieting...lol)and during the day either, so the 3 hr ride was one of my tummy gurgling, and my hubby asking every 10 min "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"  Needless to say, I made it home, and then made a trip to the throne.   Also I have a new 'friend' that I met off of this site, and I talked to her on the phone for 3.5 hours last night. lol Yeah, we had a lot to say, getting to 'know' each other takes time ya know!  I can't wait to meet her, we have SOOO much in common, and our hubbies do too!!  It is SO nice talking to someone who knows EXACTLY what I am going through, and she has her surgery 16 days before me, so I will be able to learn a lot from her I am sure!  We may be getting together this weekend for a visit...not over dinner, or not over drinks...but likely over a smoothie and/or crystal lite....lmao!  Ahhh such is life!   Just wanted to share my day with y'all! Why is it we have crazy days everytime we are in Detroit? Honestly, my life is not usually THAT interesting!  lol  More later peeps!  

'Twas the night before bypass,
when all through my gut
not a morsel was stirring,
not even a nut.
The suitcase was packed by the back door with care,
in hopes that a new me would soon return there.

 I lay nestled, snug in my bed
while visions of calories danced in my head;
and me in my plus size pajamas and wrap,
had just settled in for a long, restless nap. 

When deep in my mind there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my dreams to see what was the matter.
Away to my fridge I flew like a flash,
ripped open the door and drooled at the stash.

 The moonlight reflecting off the beautiful snacks
gave a luster of radiance to all on the racks.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but an array of the comfort foods I hold so dear.

 With a familiar feeling of all those I'd pick,
I thought in a moment I just might be sick.
More lovely than angels their voices they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called me by name; "Now pizza, now French fries, now chocolate galore on cheesecake, on ice cream, on donuts and more!"

 From the tip of my tongue,
to the end of my toe, I will miss you all more than ever you'll know. 

 As an addict that shakes and stirs as he sits,
I'll mourn the loss of my delectable hits.
So back to my bed I went with great haste,
and settled back down with nary a taste.

 And then in an instant,
in pre-op I sat,
nervously waiting to no longer be fat.

 As I sat deep in thought and adjusted my gown,
In came my surgeon in one single bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs,
from his head to his feet
and he seemed very calm as he eyed me like meat.

 He looked at my chart, with his scope gave a listen, I don't think he noticed my eyes starting to glisten.

 He was chubby and plump -- he could lose some himself, and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

 He spoke barely a word as he prepped for his work, he paused for a moment,
then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his face,
and giving a nod, out of the room he did race.

He checked in the next day,
to his students gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like a down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight, "speedy thinness to you and a healthier life!" 
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Tuesday, August 14th/07

Ok folks...how is this for crazy!  Yesterday I had my ovarian cyst surgery.  Things went well.  It took an hour for my surgeon to drain this stupid thing.  He took out 5 LITRES of fluid from my abdomen.  OMG!  So today...I get up all excited for an early weigh in (I usually go in on Fridays) and guess what?  That sucker was 10 LBS!  So in total now, I am down 36 LBS from June 13th!  I feel SOOO much better, and I can bend over, breathe, and my body doesn't ache!  What a relief!  Dr Carlin will be happy...I see him in 11 days.  I am hoping to lose another 10 lbs by then.  Then I will have lost my 10% that I was supposed to lose (although he said he would be happy at 25 lbs)  Last night I couldn't sleep well (I was excited to get weighed today!  How weird is THAT?!!?) Anyways, I was thinking that I MIGHT just be brave enough now to join a gym...but I think I talked myself out of that.  I haven't been able to go on my walks for the last few days and I actually miss it!  I am feeling like I need to do more than walk.  My muscles are craving it...sounds weird eh?  Anyways, I am trying to come up with something creative to see how I can avoid a gym and still work out.  Do you know, 36 LBS is the most I have lost in years??  It feels so good, and has been fairly easy.  I don't feel deprived, and I feel great.  I guess I just needed a motivation?  Like I said earlier, things are bittersweet....my wedding ring is sliding off my finger....my underwear are getting too big and I am contantly hiking them up...and my jeans are getting too loose.  Trust me I am not complaining...but I don't have any smaller clothes. I have been 5X for YEARS, and I never kept anything smaller.  I guess I assumed there was never any hope that I would be smaller.  I have awhile to go believe me, before I can't wear any of these clothes, but still, I am a bit scared I won't have anything to wear in a few weeks!  Good thing my girlfriend is a 28 (but that is 2 sizes away...not that small yet!) Anyways...just wanted to share my news!!  More later!!!  I go to Detroit tomorrow....wish me luck!