Update

Jun 11, 2010

 Nothing has changed, everything has changed. My weight is slowly settling into the area I want it. It's like I'm a normal person. Except thanks to my new pouch I'll never be quite normal. Eating out, even this far away from my surgery is still a challenge. I never know what to order. It's not like most places serve tuna salad w/o the bread in a half a sandwich size. Or 1 handful of protein crisps three pieces of extra sharp cheddar and half a bowl of bean with bacon soup. I manage. I've resigned myself to either taking home doggy bags or paying for a meal that will only get 20% eaten then abandoned. It's still nice going out on occasion.  

I'm comfortable with how I look now. The skin still hangs off my body in unappealing ways, but I know how to dress to disguise it. I wish we were covered for P.S. but we're not. And there's not much of a chance the hubs will fund something he sees as unnecessary since "I look great" to him. And really I'm very glad he thinks I'm sexy. But I sort of wish I thought I looked good naked. 

Regardless I'm as comfortable as I can get in my skin. Loose though it may be. I'm healthy, I'm pretty (Iknowright?!?!) and I'm alive. These are important things. 

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