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Ugggg.... Jean Shopping
When It Rains... It Pours.... Literally.
If This Doesn't Motivate...
Bam! All Gone...
Just One Of The Guys....shoot Me
It Has Been 3 Months Since I Last Posted...
Oh My Gosh!! Such Great News!
My List...
Be able to comfortably fit in an economy airline seat
Be able to ride roller coasts with a "no doubt" mind set that I will fit
Start training for a triatholon
Be back to my high school jean size of 11 and medium top
Learn to play violin (not really weightloss related... but whatev, I want to learn)
Be able to wear high heels longer than 3 hours with out my feet hurting from 270+lbs crushin my tooties
Not have to try on 20 dresses to find 1 that looks ok to wear
Be able to walk up the dry-dock stairs at work with out feeling like I'm dying (literally...my leg feel like they're going to fall off and my heart feels like it's going to explode)
Not having to crop pictures anymore
No more having to retake pictures 20 times to find one where I don't look huge
I know I'll come up with more....
Last Day At A Desk...for Now Anyway ;d
I Feel Addicted....
Feelin' Better With Progress
The Stuggle Between Body And Mind... Body 1 Mind 0
At work I can keep up with eating healthy, at home I had Jack in the Box
Actually that’s about it, lol, but that’s still terrible for me. I need to get better at this. Last night I had my weekly softball game, and I left so frustrated and so upset with myself I wanted to cry. Ty couldn’t play because his hip has been bothering him so bad, but he came to watch. Every time I got up to bat, I would hit the ball, drop the bat and run like hell for 1st base. And all 4 times as I was right above the base in the air, the 1st baseman would catch the ball and I would be called out. Less than a second away each time. I’m so upset with myself because I keep thinking, “If I was a little less fat I would have been just a little bit faster and I would have beat the ball.” Or “If I was just a little stronger, I would have hit it a little further and I wouldn’t have to run so fast.” It’s frustrating to be held back by my body. Ty told me that each time I hit it was a good play because I advanced players on the bases, I was just sacrificing myself to get more runs… it still sucks. I wanted to at least get to second base. Oh well, after I get banded, game on. On Friday Ty and I have our consultations with our surgeon and nutritionist, it’s exciting because it’s becoming so real. The appointments on top of our “Lapband Savings” account, I know I’ll make it the next 6 months. I just keep telling myself that most people have to wait and jump through hoops for 6 months all the time, I can do it. Well I hope we all have a great week! Shells
The Drink
After Surgery....
Ugh... I Can't Wait Until....
I Feel Better After...
So Random
It Feels As If....
APPROVED!
Either This Or That...i Hate Not Knowing......
Not being able to do all the activities that I want for another year
Feeling terrible about myself for another year
Not fitting in my clothes for another year
Running the risk of gaining more wait for another year
Giving up on everything and not wanting to be banded in a year
Depression.
This whole situation is depressing to me. So now I don't know what to do. Should I cancel the appointment that we have on the 29th of this month and wait the year or keep the appointment and hope he doesn't get extended. All of this makes me sick to my stomach. Any advice or encouragement would be appreciated.