OMG!!!

Nov 10, 2009

I honestly thought I'd posted something last month. Had no clue it'd been this long! My life is busy as always, and continues to run me ragged. So... will ramble a bit in an attempt to catch up. 

Last month I was extremely run down. Wound up with some sort of bug and was extremely faint for a couple of days. Actually missed a day or two of work and made a last minute appointment to see Dr. Pender. It wound up being my surgiversary appt anyway-- and I'd missed my 9-mth one. Truth be told, I was terrified of going. I was afraid he'd say I haven't lost enough weight or grill me about exercising. For some reason I was thinking I hadn't lost as much as it turns out I have. Didn't help that I had about a 3-mth plateau. 

So... imagine how thrilled I was when my normally laid-back, low-key surgeon comes in and gives me a double-thumbs up! I am exactly where I need to be and both he and his PA had a lot of good stuff to say about it.

Since then the scale has shown the loss of a handful of pounds and I continue to slowly lose inches. As of right now my major problem areas are my tummy and hips-- if I could whittle them down I'd drop another size or two. I'm hovering around 172-3 and wear 14 or L/XL. More and more often leaning towards L, w/ an occasional M-- and my latest guy-sized t-shirt is a SMALL!!! Indeed, the lightweight winter coat I got last month was a good fit at XL but is now too big. Both my sis and I are doing size 14 wool coats for winter.

My goal? I think 145 would be great and would love to be a 10... so I can ransack my niece's closet.  Honestly don't feel the need to hit the single digits. If it happens, fine. If not, whatever. I am finally normal and healthy and that matters most. For the first time since my pre-teens I have the assurance that just about any guy I date will outweigh me. Call me crazy, but yeah, there's something magical about a guy offering me his jacket or something-- and being able to fit into it!

On the downside my breasts continue to shrink, or rather deflate. Could roll them up and stuff them in my bra at this point. Anywho, when I picked my Halloween costume I needed a strapless bra (clear straps wound up doing better) and that led to my being measured again. Hard to believe, but I went from a 46H to a 42DD... and now wear a 36C. Granted, still way too full to wear the el cheapo, indecent numbers they sell in Target and whatnot, but still... ouchies.

Called my friend Duck to tell her and she was rather unsympathetic, as hers are bigger than mine were. She actually said "welcome to the itty-bitty titty club." Which is fine-- cuz she's getting a Lap-Band and I'll be making fun of her shrinkage in a year or so.  Speaking of which, I'm so happy for her! She's positive that it's the right move for her-- her family, like mine, has a terrible history of health probs and we hope that  and has a terrific support system. One of her good friends had it done back in April, her boyfriend lifts weights and has already helped her boost her protein intake, and her parents are behind her. My entire family is backing her as well and we've already made plans to accomodate her liquid diet if it hits during the holidays.

Skipping back to the topic of my costume. Smexi, yes. I was a vampire, complete w/ realistic fangs, a satin & velvet dress that showed plenty of skin (shoulders) w/out too much cleavage or being too short-- a must, since I had to work that night. Decided to go all out and rock fishnets under knee-high black boots. Went out w/ the guys after (yeah, just friends and barely that for one of them) and the owner of the pub told me I was beautiful.  Actually got a fair number of compliments-- along w/ a certain friend singing "Lady Marmalade." Treachery! Still a fun night all in all.

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