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Ack! Where'd everybody go???????

Denise I LOVE it!!!! You go, you little hottie!

So, I went out with some co-workers last night to a bar for a drink or two then to a haunted house. AND...and random strange man bought me a drink at the bar AND I got invited out to club afterwards...(didn't go, but hey, it's the hitting on me that counts!). I feel like such a GIRL!!!! I'm 37 and it's the first time a guy has tried to pick me up. Woohoo!

I hadn't really thought about it until it happened but it was NICE to have someone be interested...not that he's someone I would have been interested in but HEY it was still nice! Almost makes me want to start hitting the bars and I have NEVER been a bar girl.

Funny that we link that last little bite to saving all the starving kids in the universe...Darn our mothers!!!! I try REALLY hard not to use that "clean your plate" line with Connor...every once in a while I catch myself but I try to stick with telling him another bite or two of his vegetable or his meat...kid would eat carbs until he explodes and isn't so bad with veggies either but getting him to eat meat is a different story, which, I guess in the long run probably isn't so terrible but the mom in me just can't stand it!!!!! I feel GOOD! I'm still having some ugly side effects from the GI bug and would like to spend 75% of my time curled up sleeping but that ain't happening. I've decided although Steve is a pain in my behind, he's tougher than he seems. I threw up so hard Sun/Mon that my back is still aching but Steve seems unphased. In my paranoid mind puke=immediate slippage...I know it's not usually that easy but it's always at the back of my mind. Maybe Phil and Steve are brothers from the same batch and just have "adjustment" issues or something?

Steve is a fickle bitch. Seriously. Around 2 this afternoon the GI bug bit the dust and I went from barely dragging through the office to being on top of the world. My co-workers think I'm a freak (okay, my co-workers know I'm a freak but this just confirmed it, yet again). And now i'm just dandy. I too struggle with that "one more bite" issue. I'm getting better with time but still gets me from time to time. I don't want to be that nut that keeps their band so tight they can't eat antyhing. I'd like to be able to occasionally have a bite of bread and not feel like I'm going to die.... My nurse practitioner finds it odd that I, repeatedly, continue to get tighter weeks and weeks after a fill. I'm not whining, well, maybe a little, because, well heck, I'm sneaking awfully close to onederland, I have a band that is less than half full, and I feel better than I have in my entire adult life! I just wish I understood dear Steve a little better! Leigha, I love you, you crack me up!

So after a nasty URI and a head full of snot last week, accompanied by PMS which causes Steve to be super tight, and then a case the pukey poops (courtesy of Connor) which caused Steve to shrivel up and die, I ended up with yet another urgent unfill this a.m. I was up all night heaving and or refluxing, it was lovely. I'm somehwere around 6 cc in a 14 band and it doesn't appear I'll be going much tighter than this for a while.

I like Budgie Smuggler....that'd hysterical!!!! I have to agree prince charming has to cover the goods.... And no, no high heels, reeboks all the way!

So we've got Snow White plus Droopy, Saggy, Batty, and Flappy...we need 3 more dwarfs and prince charming. Oh wait (weight!) I think by default Bob has to be prince charming. Alright, 3 more dwarfs, step on up ladies!

I did it too. In a full length pink princess gown and tiara...and was amazed that I wasn't exhausted. Congratulations on your success. It is such a moving experience. Next year I'm running it!

So my trip to S.C. was totally awesome. The conference itself was great but the week on sunset walks on the beach and listening to the waves all night long were heavenly. And the fresh seafood, oh lord, I had a couple delicious meals. I miss it, but I'm glad to be back home with my boy! Saturday was the Little Rock Race For The Cure. I walked in a full length pink princess gown complete with tiara. It was awesome. One of the most moving experiences of my life, and, well, just a heck of a lot of fun too. Plus, 5K in a full length gown and I wasn't close to tired or winded when it was over. It was a great feeling not to be limping home ready to crash after. I am 11 pounds from onderland...I'm fairly certain these next 11 pounds are going to be the longest ever. I can't believe I'm so close! Life is good, even though Steve is sometimes a pain in my ass. Shad-you look AMAZING you are doing so well particularly given the complications you've experienced. You attitude through this mess has been so encouraging. You're doing great, keep up the good work!

Oh, oh, oh I wanna be Flappy Dwarf!!!!!! Well, okay, I don't "wanna" be flappy...but I am flappy.

Arrrgggh! I'm at a professional conference at a talk on childhood obesity and every time she says 'lose weight' she put 'loose weight' in the power point. I must go jab my eyes out now.

Steve does not like oysters....for that matter christie does not like oysters either. I already had the nasty thing in my mouth when someone said "don't chew, swallow it whole" Yeah, umm, yuck, and then yuck later, and well, still yuck. BUT, other than that life is fantastic. I'm sitting here in the dark listening to the waves...it's my new favorite hobby. So relaxing. If I relax any more I'm going to turn into a blob of jello. I need to marry rich and just spend my life on vacation...it agrees with me.

Hey everyone! I'm at a continuing education conference on Isle of Palms, South Carolina....it's heaven. Pure heaven. They "screwed up" my hotel reservation and I ended up with a junior suite instead of just a room (I know, I know, how terrible for me!). This place is bigger than some of the apartments I lived in when I was younger. I have a HUGE porch that over looks the pool, during the day you get glimpses of the ocean between the other buildings but OMG can you hear the waves crashing from here. I'm in love. If I had Connor with me I swear I'd never go home. AND the guy has called every day and is "anxiously awaiting my return" so we can get a second date in....

Stacie, yay, sorta!!!! Fingers crossed and hoping for the best. So, is it weird that I enjoyed my date and now am finding every man I see attractive? It's like the beast has woken up and is on the prowl. Sheesh.

Oh Stacie, I'm so sorry....just know I'm thinking of you with fingers crossed.

So, I had my first "skinny date" last night. My first date in over a year and my first date not as a morbidly obese person since I was, err, a teenager? I actually enjoyed it and was just sort of chilled out and had a good time. I felt like a girl, not a fat girl. A first for me. I didn't sit and worry about sucking it in or trying to show my good side. Or worry if I was eating too much or eating something that made me look like a pig...I just was...and I loved it. We strolled around the park after dinner and I kept catching my shadow from the street lights and thinking, wow, look at those curves...she's got boobs and hips and, well WOW. I don't know if anything will happen with this particular gentleman but I'm no longer absolutely terrified of dating. A feeling I never thought I'd feel. I guess since I no longer hate myself and am not constantly putting myself down I'm not so worried about guys doing the same. Whew. I hate that I've spent my life not liking myself. I hate that I let myself get so obese and let it take over my life. But I thank God for y lap-band and that I got this surgery (remind me of that the next time Steve is acting up and I'm wanting to rip him out). Oh AND...I came clean about the band before our first date...just talking about our history and blurted it out, it was not an issue. Glad I got it out of the way so I don't have to obsess over it. Look our world, here I come!

Thank you, thank you. It's funny. I've always considered myself a happy person. Almost always have a smile on my face, always trying to lift up everyone else. But I think this entire time that deep down I've been sad because I was a big fat failure in the skinny game. I knew I settled when it came to men because I didn't think I could do better, I mean, who's gonna love a fat girl right? But I didn't realize what an impact my weight had on my day to day life. One silly date and epiphany time apparently. He did call and say he really enjoyed it and is looking forward to seeing me again. Who knows what the future holds but I intend to enjoy finding out.

Yup or 2 or three weeks...it's weird and I don't understand it but my last 2 have done it to me.

So, as of this morning I'm down to 212, I've lost 82 pounds since surgery and down 100 pounds from my highest 3 years ago....HOLY COW!!! It's weird, I haven't really changed anything and suddenly it's falling off again (3 pounds this week, I qualify that as falling off). Metabolism is a crazy thing. So now, for the first time since I was a kid, I have onederland in sight. Oh my. ALSO, this morning I made reservations for a cruise in January, my first ever. My travel companions are my best friend of 23 years, 2 of my closest friends from PA school, and 2 of their friends. No spouses, no kids...just a bunch of wild momma's on the loose! I have informed my traveling partners I intend to be half-naked in a bathing suit with my new found hot body and half drunk the entire time. Good times, good times. (Oh crap, I need to find a bathing suit!) And, while I'm babbling, last night was great. I sort of feel like it was my first real grown up date ever. We talked, we ate (nothing horrible happened), we walked. It was, well, it was nice and it was comfortable, and well, I guess we'll see! If nothing else it was lovely to get out with another adult and have a fun evening. Have a lovely weekend! We're off to soccer.

Friday, it's Friday....I have 2 more days to panic. On a happier note I've lost 4 pounds in the last 3 weeks. The first continual weight I've lost since the "incident" in early July. So WOOHOO, back on track.

Oh God. I have a date. Oh God oh God oh God. Naturally i's the week before my period and I can't eat a thing...I willDIE if I puke on my first skinny date.