chantelleyxo

Hi everyone. I appreciate you taking time to read this. Today's entry will be short because I am on my lunch break. I'm pretty open with my life so I've had a few people encourage me to write a blog. This is all very new to me but I'll try to make it interesting.
 
I guess I should start with the title of my blog, "The Princess and the Sleeve". Now of course I am not a real life princess nor am I a spoiled brat. I was raised by a single mother and have never had much money. My husband and I are happy with what we have but we both work 2 jobs to have that comfort. However, I do have a family that treats me like #1 and a husband that works very hard to give me the things I need and ask for. That alone makes me feel like royalty and therefore, a princess.
 
I was a super skinny kid and a beauty queen, cheerleader as a teen. My weight problems didn't come until after high school. I guess I quit playing sports and was less active. My food choices were all fast food and I was leading a party life. So along with spreading my wings, my ass was also spreading.
 
I met my husband when I was 22 and I was already 250 lbs. He has never seen me smaller than a size 16. We have been married 19 years this June. I am scheduled to have Vertical Gastric Sleeve surgery on 2/25/13. I hope you will follow me on my journey.

So my normal Friday Night Ritual used to be to get off work, drive straight to my fave chicken wing place and get 15 well seasoned, plain fried wings. I don't do sauce, only ranch dip. I also get 2 ginger ale's, take it home and catch up on the DVR. Such a nice relaxing Friday night, prepping for the weekend that is usually full of hair appointments, grocery shopping, what have you.
So I hadn't had a normal Friday night in about two months because of the pre surgery diet and then the near month since surgery. This week I told myself that if I lost more than two lbs at my weigh in that I'd go get myself some wings. So yesterday I did just that.
I got 10 wings instead of 15, because let's not be ridiculous. I knew full well I'd not be able to eat 10 wings in one sitting but this way I could have some leftovers.
Normally I can get in at least 8 before I start to feel full.
Last night? Two wings. TWO! I could shove in a third one if my life depended on it but TWO WINGS AND I WAS FULL OMG.
I just had some for lunch. TWO.
I'm still in the shock and awe stage of how little I can eat. TWO WINGS!