Ode to Granny Panties

Yesterday, Gilly posted about getting rid of the granny panties and it seemed like you all were very excited for her.

Well, I have to say: I Love Granny Panties




I have lost enough that I can now wear bikinis or hipters, and I've bought a few pairs. Let me tell you-- I hate them. The only thing they have going for them is that, admittedly, they make my badonkadonk look pretty good.

Granny Panties are awesome because:

-They're so roomy, they feel like wearing nothing.

-They cover the stomach (and now, since I have really huge granny panties after losing 70 lbs, I could probably pull them up to my boobs).

-The way they fit with full coverage, they typically don't leave noticeable panty lines. Of course don't raise your shirt at all, because they're probably sticking out of the top of your pants.

-You can tuck your shirt into them. No, I'm serious. I often wear "spanx" like tank tops under my shirts to smooth out the rumbles and rolls and if I just tuck 'em into my jeans, they inevitably pull up and out. But tuck it into the granny panties, and that sucker stays put.

I love them. I will probably wear them until they get so big they won't fit in my clothes. I MIGHT switch to high-cut briefs one of these days but that's about as far as I plan to go on non-sexy days.

Come on, ladies. Give the grannies a little love.

Holiday Challenge- The End

Well, my loss isn't going to win me anything but I can't find it in me to care. I still have 3 lbs to lose before New Year's to meet my very modest goal of 218, but considering it is beyond clear that I need a fill in the worst way, I'm happy with my slow but steady loss. (Fill is scheduled for the first week in January-- soonest I can do it because of travel).

So, my starting weight was:



And my ending weight is:



(Please ignore the shadows-- I promise I am wearing underwear.)

On a related note, look at those feet! I am clearly not going to be one of you "losers" who ends up in a smaller shoe size. My right foot is very stubbornly holding onto a size 9 (my left foot would always prefer a 8.5, but sacrifices for the right foot).

ETA: Oh! As of this morning, I am now over halfway to my goal! 72lbs lost, 71 to go!

No, I'm not going to "analyze" you.

At my last visit in November, my surgeon brought up the possibility of me doing psych evals for his pre-surgery patients, and perhaps being involved in some support group activities for post-surgery. They've had some issues with their out-of-house evaluators and really want to bring someone "in house" to help streamline the process and give more continuous care to patients.

He must be serious, because his nutritionist and now his office manager have called me about it and asked that I keep in touch concerning my availability.

I'm actually really excited about the opportunity. I think it's something that I would enjoy doing, and not only that, be good at. As a WLS patient myself, I can probably be a good resource to patients(of course, being careful to keep it professional and not about me). I would do this on a part-time consulting basis-- I have no intention of leaving my current job.

All that said, I have to wait until my state license to practice comes through. I've not really had a lot of time since I moved here to see patients since I already have a full time job teaching, but I'd already started the process of getting licensed here before this talk-- now I just have incentive :) It will probably be a good 4 months out still as it is a slow and laborious process. First you have to get approved to take the test (by a full meeting of the board), then you have to take the test and they have to meet on your results-- and oh yeah, they only meet one time every two months. I had two letter writers who took forever to get in their reference letters, so the board has had my application since September but won't look at it until their January meeting. And that's just the first step. . .

Anyway, I'm looking forward to this. And of course I have to admit-- I will really like the extra money.

Same Song, Different Verse

The Big P, Aunt Flo, the Crimson Tide (haha- Bama fans will be offended), or whatever you want to call it. . .

losing weight jacks it up, am I right?

Can I get an Amen!?

For the past couple of months since surgery, I have been taking Lortab on days one and two of my period for cramping since ibuprofen is a no-go. During that time I've also had horrible headaches. I concluded last month that it must be the Lortab giving me a headache that just won't go away since it was so coincidentally something I started at the same time the headaches popped up. Poor narcotic-- taking the blame for what I have now determined is just a lovely new side effect of the shedding of my uterine lining. Today there was no Lortab but there is still a horrible headache that won't go away.

This is new for me. I do not like it.

Another bizarre side effect is that I always weigh less on day one and two of my period. I can now count on a drop on the scales when AF comes to town. Today I saw the number 221.6. This, after a night out at a James Beard award-winning restaurant where I not only ate band and taste-bud friendly red snapper, but also shared their homemade gourmet donuts with my husband. Oh, and let's not forget the wine.

I guarantee it will be a while before I see that 221 again, 's all I'm sayin'.

Tale of the Crazy Scale

On Sunday I cleaned my bathroom.

Exciting news, I know. In the process, I jostled my scale around, cleaned it, leaned it on its side, etc.

On Monday, I got on the scale and had gained 5 lbs overnight.

Imagine me flipping out. I put myself on protein shakes all day (doing it again today). I vowed to call to schedule a fill before my next appt in January.

I got on the scale this morning and I was down that 5 lbs plus another lb.

The moral of this story: Don't clean your bathroom. You might break your scale.

Let it be said: It was hard to find a non-dirty picture to express the sentiment below

Actually having followers to my blog now has made me reluctant to journal the hum-drum, everyone goes through it stuff. . . but I decided that is stupid, so here we are.

I'm stuck at 225, since Thanksgiving, and it's not one of those times when I've been doing everything right so I know it will come off in one big swoop if I just give it another day or two. It's one of those times that I'm not losing because I'm eating enough to maintain, but not gain and certainly too much to lose. Case in point: last night I ate 3, that's three, small to medium pieces of thin crust pizza for dinner. I had heartburn and regretted it all night, both physically and psychologically, but it was enough to wake me up for the moment and make me promise myself to get back on track.

So, I'll be back to journaling today as a first step so that I pay attention to what I'm eating and my portion sizes.

I really, really, really want to lose 10 lbs by the end of December. I don't know why, other than if I can keep up a steady 10 lbs a month that would be amazing-- at least until I'm under 200.