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Tomorrow will be 1 month surgiversary, and today went up in my attic.  I was looking for a tote full of clothes that I wore a few summers ago.  It was so nice to find a pair of capris and a pair of shorts that fit!  Now, if I could just take some darts in my 22w capris, I would be ok for a while.  I am not worried about school clothes b/c my skirts are elastic waisted and I have plenty of tops in the attic.
It just feels good to have baggy clothes!

Thursday, my husband and I went for a walk around the neighborhood.  As we were walking, he said, "I can tell you are losing weight." 
I asked, "How can you tell?"
He said, "Your butt isn't as big."

Well... I guess it is good that my behind isn't as big, and I guess it is good that he noticed.  It just struck me kind of funny.  I wasn't sure how to take it.  You don't get to 278 and not have a big butt.

I have been trying to stay off of the scale and weigh weekly, but I caved in and got on the scale this morning and it was 241.5.  My first "mini-goal" is to weigh 240.  Why 240?  Well, that is the amount that I weighed the day my youngest son John was born--all 9+ pounds of him.  My next mini-goal is to weigh 228.  You can probably guess that is the amount I weighed the day Will was born--9 1/2 pounds!.  The next one is 220--what I weighed the day James was born--9 pounds.

On my daddy's side of the family, many of the women have big, and I mean BIG babies.  Eight pounds is considered puny.  Those Stegall babies are anywhere from 9 pounds and up!  This biggest one that we know of is Buck.  He was 13 pounds!

 I guess after I hit those goals, I know I will have 199, but then I can make my next ones my "pre-pregnancy" weights... 
Will--195, James 185.  I can't include John's b/c when I got pregant with him, I weighed 221!

I guess that is a funny way to set goals, but I am probably not alone.

The scale has finally started to budge!  I am excited about support group tomorrow.  I actually will be going to 2 of them.  One is at my surgeon's office with people in my "cohort".  The other is at the hospital with a wide range of people, both pre and post op.  It will be good to be around other people who are where I am right now and those that have been there.

I realized something else about my time in 5th grade; I gained 30 pounds while I was there!  Stress, long hours, stress, etc, just helped to pack on the pounds.  I can't wait to see what happens this school year!

Today was my first full day back at work.  I had my "placement" meeting this morning and they told me that I would not be teaching 5th grade next year.  That's OK. I didn't want to move to 5th grade anyway.  The administration is giving me a year out of the classroom so I can finish my Master's Degree.  I have 3 more classes and a project to do.
I think they finally realized that moving me from 2nd grade to 5th grade wasn't the best choice for me.  I was not as happy this year as I have been in years past.  I will be working with my favorite assistant for the first 9 weeks covering a maternity leave.  Second 9 weeks, I will be covering another maternity leave.  After Christmas, I will either become a full time sub or work in the EC department depending on the budget.
After working hard to "digest" the fact that I won't have my own classroom next year, I have come to realize that I will be able to leave school at 3:30 every day!  No more 6pm working in the room... No more questions of "Mom, can we PLEASE leave?"...  I think it will be fine!
I need this coming year to help take care of myself.  The hours of a 5th grade teacher are way more that 40 and that was one of the reasons that I wasn't getting regular exercise--workdays of 7am-6pm.  Throw in a husband that travels with his job, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, and graduate school, there was very little ME time.  That will change this year for several reasons beyond different work hours. 
John will cross over into Boys Scouts in November, so I will no longer be the Welelos leader.  With only 3 more classes and a project to go, I feel confident that I can finish up my Master's by this time next year. AND, my husband's job is changing so that he only has to travel 4 days per month.  Before, it seemed like he was only home 4 days a month!
So...  I am taking these changes in stride. I know God has a plan for me.  I can't wait to see it unfold!

I have been a little sad lately.  Physically, I am feeling great, but I feel lonely.   I will be going to support group on June 14th, but it seems so far away.  Right now, I am hovering around 245 and have been for the last 3 days.  I wonder if I am going to be the one for which RNY doesn't work...  I am getting fluids, exercise, vitamins, protein, and sleep, but still I wonder if I am doing something wrong.
Oh, I did meet one of the goals on my list--I was able to wear my wedding rings for the first time in months!
When I showed my husband, he said, "I was wondering why you didn't wear it anymore..." 
Well, duh, my finger was too fat!

Every day that passes finds me with more energy.  Today, I got a pedicure and then went to school. It was Awards Day, and not only did I want to see my son get his award, I wanted to pass out the awards to my students.  My sub has done a great job, but I wanted to be the one to give them out.
As I walked towards my classroom for the first time since 5/24, my students came out of the room to meet me.  I don't know what the sub must have thought.  The kids just hugged me and told me how glad they were to see me. I didn't tell them about my surgery before I left, so they were naturally curious and some were concerned.  I didn't explain the surgery to them, but just said the doctor need to do some fixing to my insides.  I reassured them that I was fine.  One boy even asked,
"Would it be too personal if I asked what exact surgery you had?"
I responded, "Yes," and he was fine with that.
I ended up staying longer than I had planned. There was meeting to determine math placements for next year.  I wanted to be there the represent my students.
When I got home, my husband suggested that we go for a walk.  We walked (at my pace) around Hugh MacRae Park and it was nice.  We had been walking pretty regulary pre-op, but this was the first time that I had felt like going.

Tomorrow is the last day of school for the students.  I think I am going to go mid-morning to at least say goodbye to my rising 6th graders!