So ..... as everyone knows I had gastric bypass on November 1, 2012. I have surgery scheduled for excess skin removal (26.3 pounds) on September 8, 2014. I am well past my goal weight and have been for quite some time now. I received a letter over the weekend that my insurance had elected NOT to cover this surgery since they deemed it cosmetic. You have NO idea how uncosmetic it is. That being said, I have less than 7 weeks to raise 11,000.00. I am asking EVERYONE I know to donate $2.00, 5
There have been VERY few days when I have ever regretted making the choice to have WLS. I regretted it immediately afterwards because I was in pain, but that went away in a couple of days. I regretted it once when I stalled and it seemed like forever before I started losing again, but I came to terms with the fact that I may have lost all that I was going to and I was back to happy. I have far exceeded the expectations I had for surgery. I don't particularly care for what my body looks like
I FINALLY found a plastic surgeon that I am comfortable with both personally and financially. I am going to have the extra skin removed from my stomach and a tummy tuck done and at the same time a breast lift with a small implant. The doctor said since I recovered so quickly from bypass surgery that I shouldn't have any problems with this one either and looks for me to be back at work within a week. That's what the doctor that did my bypass said and I was back to work three days later. I kno
I saw a plastic surgeon this week about removing the excess skin from my body. First, let me say that after settling down from sticker shock, I have decided that I might just have to learn to be happy in my own skin. Second, I got to play in this nifty machine that analyzes everything about you since the particular plastic surgeon specializes in excess skin removal from massive weight loss. I now know my body fat percentage, muscle mass, and the most important thing on the planet ...... how m
I've often wondered why Matilda Jane decides to be ill with me certain days and not others, especially when I haven't changed anything in my routine at all. This week, I've done the same thing I always do, eaten the same foods, exercised the same, etc. then this morning after my protein shake out of nowhere she decides it's dumping syndrome day. Now I can tolerate the cramps, hot flashes and even the occasional diarrhea and/or foaming that she induces. What kills me is the absolute exhaustio
So I've been approved for financing on my plastic surgery. My only concern is recovery time, missed work, and which procedure I really want to do. My arms look like I could take flight at any given time, I have the boobs of a 90 year old now, my stomach is horrendous and my thighs are really saggy. I can't really pinpoint which procedure would make me feel best about myself at this point. Thoughts from those who have gone through this process would be great. Thanks.
This weekend we decided to surprise a friend of ours with a special outing. We went and did a local tree top adventure and zip line course. Now I have no idea why I thought there would be some magical device that teleported you into the trees so that you could zip line down. I also don't know why I thought that obstacle course meant something on the ground. Nevertheless, somewhere in the back of my brain I guess I did. When we arrived at this 400 acres of hell, our "guide" that was all of 1
Let me just go on record now saying that 1.) I will NEVER complain about having diarrhea again, and 2.) I've never been so glad to have diarrhea in my life. I truly do not know how those that suffer from regular constipation survive that. I sympathize with you more than you will ever know. All is well in the life of my grumpy old lady (Matilda Jane). She's refuse to allow me to lose anymore weight and I've been in a stall for what seems like FOREVER. In reality it's been like four weeks bu
As you all know, I NEVER suffered from constipation after my surgery. In fact, I was quite the opposite until October, 2013 when my dad died. Then I started experiencing an occasionally bout of constipation but nothing that a couple of laxatives and stool softeners could take care of pretty quickly. WELL ...... sometime towards the end of April, I was out with friends and got the brilliant idea that I was normal, could eat normal amounts of foods and had a normal digestive tract. After 2 or
So as everyone knows who follows my blog, I finally bit the bullet and bought a bikini to wear in my own pool, in my own backyard. First let me say this ..... I NEVER BURN more than once a year which I had already done. So this Memorial Day weekend I decided I was going to participate in some serious floatation therapy and not come out of my pool until Monday evening when my husband made me. Okay, so that didn't quite go as planned. Saturday I ran around doing errands all day and then had a
So as the unofficial beginning of summer approaches and I have a pool in my backyard and I hadn't bought a swimsuit since last year and because I've lost 100 pounds since then, I decided it was time to venture out into the dreaded world of swimsuit shopping. As a fat person I hated this adventure because, well, I was FAT and no one wants to put on a bathing suit when they are fat. As a skinny person I hate this adventure because now it's not fat rolls I'm embarrassed of, it's wrinkles and extr
So, as I have said on numerous occasions, I really had no "real" complications from surgery. I had minor pain, was back to work in four days (surgery was on Thursday and I went back to work on Monday), I dump when I do really stupid things (eat things I know I shouldn't) and have been constipated exactly twice in 18 months. One side affect I did have was that I no longer have the ability to vomit. God knows that there have been times when I have wanted to and tried to but it just doesn't happ
I've recently started coaching people who have had weight loss surgery through the beginning six months and shared with them my experiences. As everyone knows that follows me, I am a sporadic dumper (depending on if and when I do something stupid) and regardless of what has happened, I have always tried to find the humor in everything. I tell everyone that I meet with that absolutely NO two journeys will be the same and that they should try and gather as much information as possible to educate
And so the funny continues ...... I don't know about anyone else but ever since I started losing weight I have had a horrible time with my center of gravity. I have fallen more times than I care to admit and my stairs and I have an ongoing battle. Tuesday they won!!!! One very broken wrist later I am still trucking along with a cast on my arm and a half marathon to run in a week. Every day is an adventure.
OKAY so as everyone knows I always try to find something funny about the latest thing that has happened to me. Well two nights ago I got sick. Sicker than I have ever been in my life. Since I lack the ability to throw up my body compensating by making everything I looked at, my husband or child ate, and whatever the neighbors happen to be cooking come out the other end. I am fairly confident that I haven't eaten enough since surgery to justify what came out of my body. What continues to com
So every single day since November 1, 2012 I have tried to find the humor in what I voluntarily did to myself. Some days it's been a challenge to find it and other days it's in my face the entire day. I have lost my pants at work, fallen down my stairs more times than I care to admit because my center of gravity is constantly changing, been totally fascinated with the fact that my poop is ectoplasmosis green, play with my silly putty skin in the bath, wait ever patiently when people stare at m
Since I started this journey I have been somewhat diligent on watching what I ate, when I ate it, how much water and protein I was taking in etc. That's not to say that I didn't do some pretty stupid stuff along the way and learned from it. There was this one time with an entire slice of key lime pie that I won't EVER forget. After that particularly painful and stellar reminder that I was not now, nor would I ever be, "normal", I was SUPER careful about things I craved and the choices and mod
NEVER run during your lunch hour and then show off doing handstand pushups to a coworker. The fact that you have to use your back muscles to sit upright for the rest of the day will make you regret your choice. Oh, and for those that follow my somewhat hysterical view on this journey, my poop has the luck of the Irish today as per normal!!!! Hope everyone is having a great day. If you aren't, take a mulligan and try again tomorrow.
I am convinced that someone, somewhere has a voodoo doll of me that they are playing with today. I have a mysteriously knot on my right heel, I have two massive itchy things on the inside of my left arm, diarrhea and I have just managed to slam my own knee in the door when I was opening it. I don't know who it is but ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! You're doing a fairly good job of either torturing me or attempting to kill me today and it's Friday and I would like for the remainder of it to be enjoyable.
Okay not a bowl ....... just one. Here's the story so everyone can laugh for today. Last Friday was the 19 year anniversary of my mom's death. I had a particularly difficult week at work and had some personal things come up as well. Needless to say, come Friday night I WAS going to have a drink. Since I'm 16 months out I can do that but I can ONLY have ONE drink because I am TRASHED out of my mind from it. Fast forward to SEVEN, yes SEVEN drinks later and I no longer know that I am on the
There are several things that I have learned over the past 16 months about life, people in general, who I am and my body:
1. You don't realize how fat people really thought you were until you aren't anymore. Then they have NO problem telling you that you once were MASSIVE.
2. Actual living gets easier even if life doesn't.
3. I gave up food, caffeine, carbonation, sugar (for the most part), carbs (for the most part) and I live and die by protein. I WILL NOT GIVE UP SMOKING ..
As everyone knows I have been fighting the last pound until goal for several months now. Yes I KNOW that it doesn't matter but in my mind it DOES more than anything. Yes I know my body is still shrinking because I can tell it in my clothes. Yes I KNOW it is unrealistic to contemplate cutting off a toe or something to get rid of this last pound. Blah blah blah. So anyway, what I learned this morning when getting dressed ...... backtrack 6 months ago when I bought a size 4 jeans with the idea
I am ONE flipping pound from a "normal" BMI and I've been fighting this same pound for what seems like forever. I know that everyone will say it's one pound and your weight can change up to two pounds every day. I have taken that into consideration. I have listened to everyone's advice. I've contemplated my options. I have now decided that since this is a struggle I've had my entire life and I haven't had a "normal" BMI since, oh I don't know, BIRTH, I'm just going to chop off a toe I'm not
It's been a while since I posted because life had become way to overwhelming to think about anything but living. I have changed jobs so things have finally started to slow down for me some which means I can start focusing back on me and my family. It's been 16 months since I had surgery. I have lost 192 pounds which is huge for me. I still haven't reached my goal but with things settling down I have switched back over to liquids this week to jump start everything again. I invested in a fitb