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You got fat again.  Loose it!

 

 

Well, here it is over 3 years later......so much to say.  100 pounds gone, thank God, wish it would have taken 20 more.  Tummy tuck almost a year out come December.  Best $6000 I've ever spent.  I'm still a fatgirl in heart.  I eat what I want, when I want.  I'm drunk every night, but I'm not a drunk.  I don't crave it.  I'm afraid that I'm too vain and God will react upon that.  I really hope no one reads this.

I have to snicker when I see a post that says: "I have no hunger pains, will this come back?"  O' honey they come back.  There are days (and becoming to frequent!!!) when I am hungy all day long and can eat anything that doen't crawl off first.  Thank God the weight hasn't came back (yet?).  I'm almost 18 months out from bypass. 

A few weeks ago my husband made the committ that I don't throw up any longer.  I kinda liked knowing that if I ate too much I would "drive the porcelain bus."  I work 12 hours a night and don't have time for cooking.  But I now (hopefully) have a new plain.  I will get more fresh fruit and healthier things and bring my lunch.  No more drive throughs and the way into work.

And if this doesn't work I'm going to try the 5 day pouch test.  Just need to do more research on what I can have and can't and make preparations for this big event.

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. 

While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn't believe that my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched.
One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next?

My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using.

You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs
- and I hope that Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night. Beware, you could be next! WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.

Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Well, it's a new month.  Spring is on it's way.  With all the high winds that we have had lately, we will have a whole days work picking up the limbs out of the yard.  I'm still not sure where the dog barrel ended up from the first wind storm.  But all cats and dogs are accounted for and they still have beds to get out of the weather.
Again it's a new month but I'm still playing the same game.  Just now the numbers are 169 and 168.  I've noticed that my legs have had the "jumpies" the past couple of mornings.  I've got to take my vitamins like I should!!!!  I go back to see Doc later this month and get the results of my last labs.  Tammy (sil) is going with me that day.  They are having a seminar that evening and she wants to start the wls journey.  
I am now (depending what day of the week it is) 8 or 9 pounds away from being what I weighted when I got married ten years ago.  Most everyone makes comments about how much weight I have lost.  But I just don't see it.  I watched Oprah the other day and they had Carson from Look Good Naked on.  I guess all of us see all the fat, drooping, uneven, ugly parts and not the good.  
S.

I think my iron level is coming up.  And I've noticed that my legs aren't as jumpy.  And I'm afraid to breathe this out loud but.... I haven't had to take a requip for my RLS in three nights.  If I can get off those that's $45 dollars a month that I can spend on protein powder.

The scale Gods have smiled on me but they are playing the same game.  Now it's 174, 173, O' wait 172 now do I hear 174.  I've made the comment several times, "when God handed out patience, I got tired of waiting in line."  And I NEVER pray for them.   God has a strange sense of humor, you never know how He may see fit to give them to you. 

I got a new set of scales a few weeks ago.  (why are they called a set? there's only one!)  Anyway, the damn things only know 177 and 178.  One day the planets must have lined up, O' that was a full moon, they read 175.  This stall has been going on I know 2 or 3 weeks.  I really HATE exercising.  And with working 12 hours, I don't have time.  (Good Angel)...excuses, excuses, excuses.  I guess when I get off work in the morning I'll go to the gym (moan, bitch, cry).

    Merry Christmas, everyone!!!

    Happy belated birthday to me.  As all good southern women should do, I am now shaving a few years off of the truth.  I'm not sure if I work with some really good liars, but no one believes me when I tell the truth.   
    For Thanksgiving we (dh and I) had decided to stay home.  MIL was not happy with this decision.  She tried to lay a guilt trip out.  So, DH ends up the day before in the hospital.  He had an appendix attack and had to have surgery.  Needless to say we didn't make Thanksgiving.
   The weight is slowly coming off.  I hope to be down to 175 for Christmas.  That will be 15 pounds heavier than when we got married.  And for the first time in years my drivers license will be right.
        I still have days, but not as many, when food doesn't sit nicely.  They are getting fewer and fewer.  Hopefully this will someday come to an end.  
         I finally have started doing some exercise.  Bad girl!!!  I know.  And I can sit here all night and give you excuse after excuse for why I don't do them.  When the plain ole' truth is, I don't like to exercise!!!  But I do want those smaller jeans.  Gotta give to get.
          And speaking of jeans, ain't it amazing how big they are making smaller sizes???  I can't see where I've lost weight.  But the sizes are getting bigger and my clothes in the closet are stretching.  Can you believe????  I guess that's about all I have for now.  I'll talk with you later.  S