Mystie

And not that it's an excuse but my husband has Asperger`s so him doing weird stuff has always been par for the course. But usually his antics are more amusing albeit eyebrow raising and less concerning.

No idea. He just kept saying it was all "legal stuff" and not to worry about it. There was some kind of weird brown paste in the fridge at the time, so I'm guessing that was it. I'm sure it was something he heard online would give him a Shamanic journey or some crap. I haven't seen anything else weird in the fridge since.

I'm 5 months out today down 73 since surgery, 123 total. I tried on my pre-op goal shirt today. Nerd alert! The picture on the left doesn't look so bad due to meticulous appropriate angling of the camera. The picture on the right makes me really glad that I work for plastic surgeons and my favorite one said he'd give me a good discount on an arm lift. Yikes.

Yes, I caught my husband trying to secretly videotape me. But let's dial it back... We have a 15 month old daughter, so we don't have as much nookie as we used to. I'm too busy and not mentally interested. Sometimes, however, I will work out a quick and dirty O with my vibrator before I fall asleep to relax me. Masturbation is relaxing, I don't have to worry about performing and so forth. But then I discovered my husband, who I thought was out in the other room at the time, would lay next to the door outside the bedroom and listen and jerk off. Even if I wasn't doing anything! It was such a sad and desperate act that it kinda turned me off even more. Maybe some women would be flattered, but not me. I started leaving the door cracked open so he'd stop. Then a few months ago he started a job on a different shift and wasn't around in the evening. I was getting ready for bed and looking to see if my pants were clean for the next day, and went to check a pile of clothes on a chair nearby. The clothes were all burning hot, and when I pulled them back I discovered my husband had set his laptop up with the webcam recording under a pile of clothes. It was pointing to the bed. I guess he was hoping to catch some sort of show -- like I go into frenzied masturbatory gymnastics when he's not around or something. I got pissed at him. Super pissed. Thought he got the message. Around this time I also confronted him about what he was doing with my cheese grater and mesh strainer and why they were in the dishwasher, and discovered he was making some sort of synthetic drug. Insists he only did it once. Well, at the end of April my mother passed away from pancreatic cancer. I now have a 75 minute commute so I can drop my daughter off with my dad so he can watch her. Less than two weeks later I'm getting ready for bed and my husband is pissed that I don't want to be intimate, and freaks out on me, accusing me of having an affair. There's a guy that I work with, barely ever talk to and have only seen a couple times, but I think is attractive. I was looking at his Facebook page and made a few jokey messages to a friend about him. Apparently my husband had been going through my phone, laptop, and Kindle and read through all of my messages, checked my Facebook account, browsing history, etc. I've had to password protect all of them to maintain any privacy for myself and change some of my passwords. Then the other day I was going out with my girlfriends and he was acting suspicious. Gets all annoyed any time I want to go out now, and I can't go ANYWHERE with him because he's miserable the entire time. He tried to check my phone again and lied about it right to my face when I SAW HIM on the couch with my phone turned on to the lock screen next to him. My husband worships me like a Goddess -- does what I say, tells me I'm beautiful, etc. Hates himself. Hates life. Hates his job, his car, is unappreciative and thinks everyone is an a*****e and everything is a piece of ****. But I flat out told him I'm not going to live my life under suspicion, so I guess we're going to marriage counseling now. Ugh. Cuz I don't have enough going on to have to work that into my schedule, too, because he wants to act like a psychopath. And I don't think it's just the weight loss, this is just crazy. Part of my feels bad, though, cuz to be honest -- part of me really really does want to have an affair. It might be nice to sleep with someone that actually enjoys life and has some sort of passion.

I took two weeks. I could have gone less, but what the hell, I had enough sick time.

I've been working out regularly for 2 months and it HAS helped, but I'm pretty sure I'd have to build arms like Hulk Hogan to fill up all my extra skin there. Always been a problem area.

I'm 4.5 months out and holding out no hope for my arms. Saving my pennies for an arm lift. Thankfully I work for plastic surgeons so maybe they'll cut me a good deal. Thinking I might be able to get insurance to cover tummy and thighs if they become a problem.

A lot of insurances that cover it require either the skin to hang past the pubic mound or for there to be a documented history of panniculits, rashes, wounds or other chronic skin conditions that can't be treated by other means.

I've had this addiction lately to these Hormel Rev wraps they sell near the Lunchables. They're like 3oz wraps, maybe 220-300 calories depending on what kind you get and high in protein. They're a great lunch on the go!