Don't Kill the Messenger

I'm tired of thankless jobs. In my line of work, that means administrative committee work.

I hate doing it, but for some reason I'm an admin favorite and I get tapped to serve on all kinds of committees that do nothing but suck my time and energy, all for the pleasure of invariably being the bearer of bad news to my colleagues at large. Or at least that's what you'd think, based on the amount of bitchiness I get thrown back at me.

What I want to do is tell the complainers that I'll happily give up my committee position to them if they think they can do better-- a proposition I can guarantee no one would actually want to take me up on. What I do instead is bite my tongue until it bleeds and placate, placate, placate.

Urgh. Just had to vent.

Revenge of the Back

I spoke too soon yesterday, and my back apparently got pissed. Pissy little bitch, my back. Last night and today it is giving me trouble to the point of flexaril consumption. I'm eying my feet now. They better not try anything on me.

Weight loss is so weird, ya'll. I've been stuck at 234 since my first fill. Today, I get on the scale and I'm 230.8.

This is after last night, when I did my first full-tilt planned cheat. Went to dinner with the girls, had a Swedish Gimlet, some coconut tofu soup, and FRIED calamari. FRIED calamari in sweet and sour sauce, folks. Then I topped it all off with three tiny bites of seven-layer bar.

So apparently my body is just messing with me. I think there's a conspiracy.

**Note on pic: Apparently, only thin attractive naked women have back pain, as these were the only images I could find.


In other news, apparently the world will end in 20 years, brought on by the female species.

Goals

Some of you gals have been posting about goals lately, and you've got me thinking. How dare you!

My surgeon and I have never set a goal weight together-- honestly, I doubt it will happen unless I bring it up. The office is good with requiring aftercare but it is very business-like. In and out kinda stuff-- I probably spend about 5 minutes total time with the medical staff including nurse. But I have spent some time considering my personal weight goals and I've got numbers in mind.

The Numbers

1)Under 200: I've said all along that if I can get under 200 and stay there for the rest of my life, then my health and quality of life will have improved enough that the surgery will have been a great success, even if I stay at 199.

2)170: This is the "I weigh less than my husband" weight, and would be a giddy, yay me goal.

3)150: This is my ultimate "dream" goal-- it would put me in the normal BMI range (just barely, but still!). This one is a little harder to hope for, honestly, but I'll put it down just in case.

4)A NSV-Goal: I'd like to be able to shop in regular stores and be guaranteed that the largest size will always fit me well, even in clothes brands that tend to run smaller.

Good Things Already Accomplished:

1)For the most part, my foot pain (plantar fascitis) is gone.
2)I haven't felt a twinge out of my back for a couple of months!
3)I have grown out of almost all of my pre-surgery pants, in the right direction this time.
4)I actually weigh almost 30 lbs LESS than my driver's license says I do.
5)I haven't eaten fast food in 3 months.
6)Sex (it had to be said, again)

Holiday Challenge Day 1

I'm starting the challenge at 234.8 lbs.



I took my measurements this weekend. Let me say, I'm no tailor. My use of a tape measure is highly suspect. But, definitely seeing some inches gone since August.

Bicep: 15 (-2)
Breasts: 47 (-4)
Ribs (i.e. under boobs): 40 (-6)
Top Roll (i.e. waist): 49 (-4)
Bottom Roll: 50 (no comparison)
Hips: 50 (-6)
Thigh: 27.5 (-2.5)

Sequins & Studs

Bittersweet moment this morning as I was getting ready to go out-- it's finally cold enough for a jacket here and I pulled out my green cordoroy Land's End coat. It's 22W, and last winter it was a touch on the small side so I didn't wear it. Apparently, I won't be wearing it anymore because it's not just too big, it looks too big.

Goodbye, pretty green jacket. (Let me know if you want it- I would love to send it to a good home)




But, hello sequins and studs! Apparently, I was feeling flashy and maybe a little drag today because I came home with two sequined tank tops and a pair of black leather heals with studs in them. (These may not be the first sequined clothes to recently be added to my closet, either. I may be having issues with shiny things. Keep me away from jewelry stores).





My husband noticed that the shirts were 14/16 and made me feel really good with his excitement. I think he realizes how bummed I've been to still be at 234 after my first fill-- weight loss stall and bandster hell extraordinaire.

Thanks Gen!

My many thanks to Gen for bringing all of the new friends my way.

This is for all of you:

On the DL

I think one of my students had WLS. Of course we all know it's not something you just go around asking people, and considering I haven't told many people and am covering my face on pictures so my students don't have easily downloaded fat pics of me (without a face, there's no proof!), it would probably be a bit hypocritical to ask.

But in any case, good for her. She's looking great and she's going to have the energy to go with her vivacious personality.