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Ok, so yesterday was 4 months. I hit a stall at 3 months that lasted 3 weeks. I thought this was it, this is all I am going to lose. Then Monday I stepped on the scale and lost 15 pounds. I am up to 85 pounds lost!!!!!!! Hopefully the scale keeps moving. I am very lazy about taking my vitamins, writing in my food journal, and exercising. My hubby got on the treadmil last night and walked 3 miles and looked at me, I was like, I ain't gettin on that thing, I got tv shows to catch up on!!!!! See, LAZY! I am going home tonight, getting on that treadmill if it kills me!!!!!!! I still can't eat alot which is fine with me. I have gone days without eating b/c I am just not hungry. No more of that!!!!!

well, I am 10 weeks post op today. And I am down 59 pounds! Feels good. I can't wait to be out of the 200's. Some day, but patience is not one of my better atributes. I want to wake up tomorrow in a size 8 thank you very much!  Oh well, I am making a commitment to myself to get all my protein in, write in my food journal (I really hate that part) take my vitamins and walk everyday. I figure that will get my weight off faster. I will update again in about a month.

Well, Monday was the big day. I think it all went fairly well. I did not get back to my room until 9 at night and I was anxious to get out of bed. They would not let me up until 11pm, that pissed me off, that bed sucked and I was sore as hell. When they finally let me up, I walked and walked and walked. I finally wore the nurses out and passed out in my recliner about 530am. They are not lying when they tell you that you will feel better if you get up and walk. I did nothing but walk and burp the first 24 hours after surgery. I came home on Wednesday and today is the first day I feel up to being on the computer. I am hoping to go to a park tomorrow with my son and get some nature walks in. I am still wayyy sore and taking my pain meds regularrly, but I do feel a little better every passing day.

Wow! April 13th 2009 12:30pm, I am starting a new journey in my life. I am excited and scared. My husband and kids are all the sudden scared. They were so excited this whole time. I guess now that it's here, the worry sets in!

I have had all my testing done except for my stomach scope which is scheduled for Friday. I cannot wait to get that done. My next appt with my surgeon is April 2nd, I will get my surgery date then. I hope it's soon.  Although I do need to loose a few more pounds. I hate the weekends, I am bored and I wat twice as much as I do during the week. I need a hobby that gets me out of my house.

So, my oldest stepson did something at the beginning of the week that set the tone for my whole crappy week. While I have been upset with him all week, I woke up this morning with a need to physically hurt him. I struggled all day with these emotions and even found myself a few times trying to block out the anger with food,,,,ohhhh and I really wanted a cigarette today too. So badly did I want a cigarette. For months I have been telling myself that I am not an emotional eater, that I am just a lazy person, and when I am bored, I eat. Well, that's a bunch of crapola I have been lying to myself about. So, I sat my big butt down today and decided that I will not allow my feelings and the actions of my worthless stepson affect my health. He pisses me off on a regualr basis, so my husband teasingly told me to save us money, he would make sure our son did not come around, therefore, he would not piss me off, therefore, I would not eat. Funny, I know! Too bad soooo many other people piss me off. I am so glad I seen before I went through this life changing event that I have been lying to myself all along. I guess I needed to get my emotions in check before I go through this is the coming weeks. Another thing I have been stressing myself out about is I go back to the surgeon on March 10th, I know I have not lost anymore weight and I know for a fact that I have probably gained a few pounds, how sad does that make me. I keep thinking, one more big meal, one more milkshake, one more Ice cream, I need to stop the madness and resign myself to the fact that unless I want to be fat and unhealthy the rest of my life (it will def be a short one) then I need to take control of myself and start doing what needs to be done.

I got approved by the insurance company today! AWESOME SHIT! Starting all my testing next week.

Just got back to my desk from my final visit with my PCP. Lost 6 more pounds. Wooo HOOOOOOO, called my girly girl over at Dr C's, and she is submitting everything to the insurance today. Now I am really nervous.

I had my 5th appointment with my PCP yesterday and lost a whole pound. Oh well, better than gaining, which I so figured I had done with Christmas and all. Going tonight to work out. I woke up today not sore and ready to work out. Usually the day after weigh in, I treat myself to something really decadent, not today, I got up, drank my nasty ass protein shake, had my morning yogurt snack, and I have no intention of cheating on my diet today. I am 30 days awya from my final weigh in and submission to insurance company. I am not going to screw this up.

so, I had my first workout tonight. I was so excited when I was done, I asked if I could come back tomorrow. My personnal trainer advised against it because he states that every part of me is going to ache tomorrow, including my hair. Ha, I told him if that is the case, then I will still drag my fat butt up there to kick his ass!