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HELLO, I'M BACK.  This time I am looking for a plastic surgeon in my area!  Help!!! Who is the best in the Houston, TX. Area.  From my 357 I am not 219.  Not a banner five years, but I have enjoyed every minute of it.  Right now, my tummy is in my lap and the children call me bat lady because of my voluminous wings. 

 

As I have stated before--I am trying desperately to put my AVATAR up, but after loading Jave on my computer, my 'puter completely FROZE.  At this point, ARGH!  Nevertheless, I have lost 60 pounds since April, and even though my doctor's NP thinks that it is coming off rather slowly, I am sooooooo proud!  God is good.  Incidentally, however, I was about to schedule a consultation with a plastic surgeon, but the death of Dunda West has given reason to pause.  Well, I am still a year or so away from those bridges, but the tragedy has made me inhale deeply (big sigh) with sorrow and a little apprehension . . . .

Again I say, rejoice in the Lord always!  I have lost 57 pounds since April 26 (my bariatric surgery) and a total of 79 since the year before.  I am happily skipping through my life, and my feather lite body (relatively speaking, of course) is skipping right along with me.  I have not figured out yet how to upload my new photos of new me, but I am determined to get them on before Oct. 26, which will mark my 6-month anniversary of living on the lite side.  Every aspect of my life is better, and I thank God everyday for this surgery and for the hands of the surgeons.  I also thank him for you guys, those post-ops, pre-ops, and thinking-about-ops who encouraged me through your postings and pictures and triumphs and victories.  This website is invaluable.  
Stay tuned for photos!

Saturday, I am turning 30-something, and I remember last year, when I saw the pictures from my party (Please see photos from last year in my "Photos" section.), I promised myself that this year's B-Day would be different.   I thank God that I am not the same woman.  I thank him that he allowed me the opportunity to have a re-birth on April 26, and that since last year's August 25, I have lost 50 pounds. Everything about my life is better because I decided to take a step to improve it.  I am still having to defend this surgery to so many who scoff at the mention of it, but my goal is not to endorse this procedure for every overweight person.  My goal is not to be a national spokesperson for obesity surgery.  My goal is not to wish this for everyone.  My goal is to show people that whatever they happen to be, if it happens to not make them all they can be, they can fall on their knees, pray to the God above for a vehicle of change, and he will send it.  With Him, we are the Masters of our destiny.  Obesity surgery is just one vehicle that I have hitched up to, and I am so happy I have.  Whew, (am I preaching?).   At any rate, as soon as we can figure out why I cannot post a profile photo and work out that kink, I will post an updated picture.  I am hoping that will be very soon.   Okay, I gotta go pee now--that is almost a constant thing as I try to down all this water and low calorie liquid.  Sometimes I think it would be easier to just put on a Depends. 

God has smiled one me, y'all.  I am doing well, looking pretty good, and feeling so good.  I am not even dreading going back to work--I have been off since the day of my surgery on April 26.  I go back Tuesday, and might go in to do some prep work on Monday, but I am not getting that cloud of drudgery dousing me with dollops of depression as I usually get when it is time for me to go back.  I think living on the lighter side really infuses me with zest and vigor, stuff I have always had, but not in long-lasting doses.  As I said before, God is smiling on me, and to you and yours, God's smiles!

Whew, the scale is still reading 29something, but I feel like I am a size 12 (my goal)  all ready.  I have experienced problems making sure I get enough protein, water, and well-chewed food, and the adjustment period has been, hmmmm, adventurous.  Needless to say, even if I don't lose another pound, I am so happy to be trekking this journey on the lite side.  I was reading a web site the other night about those who passed away attempting to have this surgery, during this surgery, and even after the surgery.  My heart truly goes out to their beloved and to them, as I know how desperately I wanted this surgery, and even knowing the risks, I was going to go on anyhow.  Living a life that is arrested by the weight that holds one down, to me, is not living, but I am sensitive to those who don't understand why their loved ones had to go trying to have this surgery.  I look at my mother and my husband, the two people in my life in whom I have the most faith, and I shudder at the thought of how crushed they would have been if they would have received a death notice of my passing on the day of my surgery.  My heart breaks with even the thought of that.  Yet and still, as the old folks say, I still think I would have tried, even died trying, dying one death, than dying everyday with every seatbelt that wouldn't fasten on the plane, every stair l left unclimbed, and every chair I broke.  Let us pray for those who have lost loved ones due to weight loss surgery, but, simultaneously, let us pray for those who suffer because of screwy metabolisms, unfair genetics, and treacherous appetities--those who cry alone, sometimes without the luxury of tears. Let us uplift whenever we can, understanding that this procedure might not be the best for everyone, understanding that everyone will not get the same results, but understanding also, that this method, this way, is at least a glint of hope for some, a hope that they might die clutching onto.  I love you all!

I am officially in the 2somethings--296 to be exact.  I am so proud of this surgery and my courage and my faith in God.  He has been abundantly good to me and I am effervescent with glee!  Yippeeeeee!  I, of course, wanted more off by now, but I am not going complain.  I am just going to walk on sunshine and pray I will be walking lighter soon!

I am two week post and have lost twenty pounds, thank God!  I am so happy with this great decision I have made, and I am thankful for the time off work and my husband's time off to give us a change to re-adjust our lives to this major adjustment.  He has been absolutely wonderful, and I know God made him to love me.  I will be getting back to the post soon after the next milestone (6.8 pounds!).  Then I will be in the 200-club again (hadn't been there in about three years (whew!).

I am feeling good, happy and thankful.  Dr. Marvin was great and so was the nursing staff at Methodist (Aetna would not allow me to go to Renaissance).  I am posting a before picture tonight with the help of my King, Ivy (my husband is absolutely the greatest), and get back to all of you tomorrow to report my weight loss after I see Dr. Marvin for my one week post op visit.  Love you all! (I am so happy.  God is good, and now I have got to give Him so much more.  I am ready!)

 I have been approved for my bariatric surgery, and I will be undergoing the procedure in two weeks.  I am very excited, but I have my apprehensions (surgery error, recovery difficulty, hair loss, sickness, etc.).  What I know for sure, however, is that everytime I look in the mirror, I see a woman who has been arrested by her weight and held captive by the burden that accompanies it.  I have never been emotionally or psychologically unstable because of the weight, but I have been suffering physically.  I know that this procedure is a blessing for those who have tried everything under the sun to shed the pounds, and I know that when God finally blessed me with the opportunity to undergo this procedure (I have been trying since 2003), He had appointed this divine time, space, and place for me to take this first step of a journey of a million miles.  At first, I was a little disappointed in myself because I'd once lost almost 100 pounds and gained every cent of it back; nevertheless, even that experience was not wasted, and somehow that was what had to be for me to be here right now.  The old folks in my church back home in Mississippi used to say: "I heard the Lord, he heard my cry and he pitied every groan."  God heard me, but God is God and I have just got to trust in Him.  The thought of this is what made me laugh in the face of insurance companies (BXBS of Texas and Aetna) when they constantly rejected my requests for this procedure and they respectively denied me.  The plan is, I am sure you know, to make clients give up and pity the process.  Forget that!  I have a Father who can and He has He does and He will.  They didn't even think I would get approved and it was their call to make, but I knew it before they knew it--didn't know when--but knew what.  This is a blessing, a tool, I will use to do more good, to bring more laughter, to comfort more distress, and to befriend more friendlessness.  Though I believe, without being vain, that I am already a wondorous thing that the Lord has made, as I am beautiful, beguiling, flourescently uplifting, and extremely self aware, this procedure will build on God's magnificence in me; it will allow me to continue to be in a longer time on this earth a manisfestation of his love.  I am so happy for me and my world.  To you and yours who are catching the devil trying to pay for this procedure, I say to you, don't give up; don't ever give up.  Even if you have never, ever in your life stretched your mouth open to tell God all about it and leave your burdens with Him, do so now!  Marvelous things will be yours--this procedure and much, much more.