Well here I am without much to say today. Of course, tongue-tied for a change, and on the day I begin my first blog, lol. Feeling good about this week's weight loss. Have made some less than healthy food choices (had wine on Tuesday, yikes). Working on that. I read a post today about a person who is worried about their pride. It got me thinking. I am not religious per say, but they had some valid thoughts on the topic. I too am struggling with my excitement which now has begun to mingle with outright pride and superior feelings. Being very ashamed of this hasn't seemed to come close to stopping it unfortunately. What's worse is I have even directed these feelings toward my sweet husband. However, I rarely say a thing to him about losing his weight, as I promised before surgery I wouldn't bug him because of my choice to get the sleeve. I SAY its because of health, and it is, but not only. I honestly would like him to get thin with me. I want him to look good in his jeans. Is that sooo wrong? Yes, I am sure it is. But I am not on here to lie and make excuses now am I? Also, I never was very keen on sitting and eating a huge portion myself. Now, when I witness people eating a huge portion, it really disgusts me. I have learned so far in these 3.5 weeks post op that I have to just stay quiet a lot. Furthermore, I am learning the fine art of faked modesty. When people say I look so good 30 pounds lighter, I smile and thank them graciously ... when all I really want to say is "I know right!" Giggles. Well, so much for being tongue-tied.