tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67829984012379048092024-03-04T22:01:18.261-06:00The 11CC CircuitDirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-31108907980601808102011-12-21T20:03:00.002-06:002011-12-21T20:03:44.539-06:00Introducing......<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">BENJAMIN KNOX GARCIA, NOVEMBER 23, 2011</span></b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><i>This is the first pic we took of him with his eyes open.</i></span></span><span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> And, yes, he was born with all that hair. :)</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I thought this would make a cute pic...looks like he's humiliated...that, or hungover. :)</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chilling out with PaPa Shields in the rocking chair.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chilling out watching the Thanksgiving football game with Daddy.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I loved this one...this is a shot of him grabbing Chris' hand. We were still in the hospital at this point, so he was less than four days old.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So, life with a newborn is pretty C-R-A-Z-Y! But, make no mistake, it's worth every sleepless moment! He was born Wednesday, November 23, 2011. Exactly between my brothers birthday (the 22nd) and Thanksgiving. He weighed 7 pounds, 8.5 ounces and was 19 inches long. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It's so odd. For someone that never wanted kids...I never thought my whole world would weigh 8 pounds. He's my absolute everything. Everyone always told me that you don't know love untill you have a child, and I understand that now. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As a rule, he's a really good baby, he only makes noise if there's something wrong with him, and at just under a month old he can sleep mostly through the night. He wakes up when he gets hungry or needs changed of course. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chris and I are just totally in love with him! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For the most part, the pregnancy was easy and I didn't have too many issues. I ended up on bed rest for the last 8 weeks. At first the doc thought I was pre eclamptic, but thankfully that test came back negative. Because he was so long, the doc thought he was going to a large baby (like at least 10 pounds) so she put me on bed rest so he wouldn't come early. Turns out he was average, just really long. And I'm kinda short torsoed, so that's why it looked, and felt, like he was taking up every inch of room I had. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At his two week check up, he had gained half a pound, so he's was a little over 8 pounds and grew three inches to 22 inches long. Which the doctor says is great, puts him in the top 50th percentile. </span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The labor process was a bit of a hassle. It's called labor for a reason right? :) Actually, I was in labor for three days. On Sunday night I started having contractions so we went to the hospital, but I was only dilated to a 1 and my water hadn't broke yet so they sent us home, Monday and Tuesday the contractions were intensifying (back to the hospital), but with the same results. Dilated to a 1, but no water break, so they sent me home again. Wednesday, the contractions were about a minute long each and 6-7 minutes apart. So, back to the hospital we went. Got there dilated to a 1 and an hour later I was dilated to a 3. They were going to send me home again, due to the fact that my water hadn't broke yet, it actually never did.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That was when I took matters into my own hands. lol I told them that I was scheduled for a c section and that my doctor had never planned on me going into labor in the first place. So I told the nurse that I didn't care if she had to go and knock my doctors door herself, I wasn't leaving the hospital without my baby this time. Maybe a little rude, but mind you, I'd been in labor for three days by this time. Who would be cordial? :) </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, that was at roughly 6:30am, by 7:15am I had been admitted, prepped and was on the operating room table, on my way to lala land for them to deliver my baby. My doc works fast. :) And when I woke up in recovery, my wonderful hubby and my perfect baby boy were right there waiting for me. </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, I guess that's all I have for now. Hopefully I'll be able to blog more in the future and be able to keep up with you guys and the events of your lives. </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here's wishing you all a very Merry Christmas.</span></i></span></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-87761005354567132852011-08-08T09:38:00.000-05:002011-08-08T09:38:08.956-05:00Bump-date :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><i>HAY EVERYBODY!! </i></span></span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Holy crap it's been a while. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Last time I blogged it was April 24th and we had just found out we were pregnant and in the process of moving. Well, the move is all done, and we're finally 99% unpacked, with the exception of one room, which is the baby's room. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Speaking of the baby: IT'S A BOY! We're naming him Benjamin Knox Garcia, and we'll call him Knox. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I would have to say the main reason I haven't been blogging, or reading for that matter (I'm so behind) is that my Summer term in school was really hard. I only took one class, but it pretty much consumed all of my time. It was anatomy and physiology. Got out of there with a C, couldn't believe it. I'll take it though. That's one of the hardest fought for C's I've ever gotten in my whole life.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here are a few pics of me that have been taken in the last few weeks that I'd like to share with you guys.</span></span></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I have great news though....my ticket for the mommy train has been punched. :) We're expecting and due December 1st. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Other things going on in our lives is that I'm going back to school for my bachelors degree. I decided to major in Health Information Technology. Which I can do a million things with that. I'm leaning towards healthcare/hospital administration. But, we'll see what happens when I graduate, which will be about three years from now since I just started.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">We're also in the middle of moving. The weekend we went out of town to tell my folks about the baby (the first weekend of this month) our house got broken into. We weren't here, so no one was hurt and nothing was taken that can't be replaced, but it still jolted us pretty bad, so we decided it's time to move on. With the baby coming we've officially outgrown this place anyway cuz it's only a one bedroom. Which is great for me, the hubs and the beagle, but now we're going to be more than that. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">There is a building here at home that's downtown and it's been renovated into luxury lofts and it's all secure and monitored 24/7/365, so we thought that would be a much better place for us to raise our family.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I guess that's all I have for today. Lots of stuff going on the next few months. Between school, moving and the baby coming I can't promise how often I'll have the time to post, but I'll try to keep you guys updated as much as I can.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Happy blogging my friends. Sorry I was absent for so long again, hopefully I'll be able to keep this up more since I'm sure I'll have tons of news in the following months.</span></em>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-13829279870978102762011-03-01T19:02:00.000-06:002011-03-01T19:02:41.201-06:00My Word of the Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJHRDQzBD2Eq5mRQBb4H_FhVQsXAT3xX2_CEYS-Ra902BsIhuyMpkbitHbBnwO27Tt_UDtgCBIBVu2tLyH4yLVR4zFJato5PXNRvlAa5ekNYi2jwXdIzLP2C-v6fVqtHnL_ZMdxEsIcQ/s1600/health-wellness-articles-apple-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJHRDQzBD2Eq5mRQBb4H_FhVQsXAT3xX2_CEYS-Ra902BsIhuyMpkbitHbBnwO27Tt_UDtgCBIBVu2tLyH4yLVR4zFJato5PXNRvlAa5ekNYi2jwXdIzLP2C-v6fVqtHnL_ZMdxEsIcQ/s320/health-wellness-articles-apple-image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~I'm close to goal; as of this morning I was 178, and my goal is 150-140, give or take.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Hubby and I are TTC, and I have to be healthy in order to get pregnant as well as have a healthy baby.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~It's not so much about losing weight for me anymore as much as staying healthy (hence my word choice). This is because I'm pretty content where I'm at right now. I need to tone up a little bit, but as you all know I've had some health issues that have kept me from accomplishing that in the last few years. Those are now worked out and I've started a walking program.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~The doctor said that even if I got pregnant now I was healthy enough, mentally as well as physically. Which leads me to my next point.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Mental health also ties into physical health, at least in my opinion. If you're not mentally/emotionally healthy, you allow so many things get in your way that wouldn't mean a hill of beans to you otherwise.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Spiritual health. I've never been known to be an overly religious person. However, my folks and I are LDS (Mormon). It's been a looooooong time since I've been to church, for a lot of reasons, but that's a blog for another day. I want to work on my spiritual health because I want my kids to know my religion and that I love and believe in it very much. They won't know that if I don't go. Bottom line.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">All of my friends seem to think that I'm off my rocker a bit, due to the fact that for YEARS I never wanted kids. Then it was like I did a 180. My doctor told me that I was now more than healthy enough (183 and a BMI of 30, thankyouverymuch) to have a baby then we should go for it. So we are. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Hubby and I, and our families are excited, but let's be honest here...I'm scared to death. What if I won't be a good mom. Now, mind you, I had wonderful teachers. My mom and dad kick ass. They've always stood in my corner, right or wrong, and I know even now, at 30 years old, that I could always come home if I wanted. The open door policy is in full effect and in complete working order. I also what my child to have that. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Sooooooo......I've read a crapton of articles, bought a couple of books on the subject, a pregnancy journal, and am in the process of enrolling us for parenting classes. Hubby thinks this is going a little overboard. Oh well, that's just the way my hubs thinks. My reply to this was that I'm going to be the one with a person growing inside me, not him. That seemed to shut him up. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Deep down, I know these things might not necesssarily make me a better parent, maybe not even a good parent...but it seems to help. Maybe it's all in my head, maybe not. I just know that we're at the age (both of us in our 30's) that we have the opportunity to be very prepared and make smart parenting decisions, I want to make sure that happens. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Also, in certain things in my life, I'm very hypervigilant. I want to be prepared. Now, if you walked into my house right now, you'd laugh in my face. lol But when it comes to the big stuff, all I want to do on the day everything goes down is show up. So, by the time we get pregnant and the baby's born, all I want to do is show up at the hospital and try to stay as relaxed and calm as I can, because I want to know that everything is taken care of. Sounds like a good plan to me, and the doctor thinks it's a great idea.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The doc also said that since I haven't reached my goal weight yet, I might not need to gain any (if very little) weight. Just a few more calories a day to give the baby the nutrients it needs. Which means a few good things for me. No unfill (unless the docs office says so), and it would make it easier for me to lose the baby weight in the future. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I've also been given the ok to exercise from my spinal surgeon. When I went to see him last week he said that everything was textbook perfect and that I'm going to be fine. Nothing major, just a little walking and other types of cardio. This will also help keep me at a healthy weight. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, y'all I guess that's all I have for today. Happy posting everyone, and have a great weekend. Racing season starts this weekend. YAHOO! So, I'm off to my mom and dad's to watch the Daytona 500, can't wait. Talk to you all soon.</span>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-91537701041288611752011-02-12T12:23:00.000-06:002011-02-12T12:23:48.307-06:00Getting Back to......Whatever<strong><span style="color: purple;">Soooo.....here I notice that I've been absent again. Damn me and my busy life...or something like that.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Currently things are going ok-ish here. Hubby's leg is getting a little better. He went to his last doctor appointment a few weeks ago, and, I still think the doc is a whack job, but I have soooo much bigger fish to fry than a stupid doctor. Hubby says it doesn't hurt, and I have to take him on his word for that. Not that I think he would lie to me about being in pain, but anyway...just one of those things.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">I thought I had strep throat a while back, so I went to the urgent care center here in town and they told me that it's not strep, but was some sort of viral bacterial throat infection. No cure. My tonsils swelled up so bad that the only thing I could eat was ice cream. Which was bad for my band, but I didn't gain too much weight. I am better now though, at least I think so...I was supposed to go to the doc again today for a follow up, but it was snowing and we're supposed to get about 10 inches of snow, so I stayed home.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">That snow storm was totally nuts though! Oh my gosh! We got over a foot to snow, then it stopped for about a day, and three more inches of snow came down. Which I know that most of you guys reading this got wolloped too. I know that Amy had some awesome pics from her mom and dads boat in Florida in the snow. Gorgeous pics if you're reading Amy! Just gorgeous. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">And now I'm working on re-enrolling in school. Again. Working on getting my bachelors degree in health informatics. Which is medical coding/billing; hospital management; or a ton of other things I can do with it. I was doing distance learning from home, only to find out that the school I was going to lost their Missouri accreditation with AHIMA, so now I'm back to square one. The oldest person in both of my current classes. YEA ME! Riiiight. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">However, my bestie explained it to me that I just need to keep plugging along, and that as long as I'm enjoying myself and getting good grades, I just as well rock it. Good advice. Love the bestie. :) </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">I guess that's all that's going on with me right now. Just wanting to keep you all posted and let you know what was going on. Hope you all had a good holiday season and are enjoying yourselves. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Happy posting everyone.</span></strong>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-29394781550399787892010-11-05T14:39:00.000-05:002010-11-05T14:39:33.923-05:00Three 50/50 Chances...<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I took the hubs back to the doctor on Wednesday, this time the orthopedic surgeon. And I wasn't happy with the results I got. Not happy at all. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">First of all, we waited an hour and half. The place was busy, so that's not really a big deal, but they could have at least informed us they were running an hour and half late when we got there. The appointment was at 3:30 and we didn't get out of the waiting room untill 5:00. Like I said, they were busy, so I'm ok with this, but we had other stuff we needed to get done that day, before 5:00, and it didn't get done. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So, anyway, we get back there and the doc comes and looks at his leg, and gives me three 50/50 scenarios, and these were his exact words:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">1. The swelling could go away, but it might not;</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">2. I could operate, but I might not;</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">3. If I do operate the swelling could come back, but it might not</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">WHAT?! I'm so glad I didn't have to pay this whack job a co pay, I would have been so pissed, because I really think he gave us a dis-service. I could have told him all of those things, and I'm not even a doctor. Not even close. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Then, this "doctor" told us that hubs could go back to work tomorrow if he wanted to. Which I said there was no way in hell that was going to happen. His leg is still really swolen, not quite, but almost twice the size of his left leg. The doc did tell us that it's blood swelling. Which means that when his leg got ran over, the trauma separated his skin from the subcutaneous tissue underneath. Creating the pocket where the swelling is. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I don't think that the doc telling us that it could go away, but then again it might not is bullshit. I wanted to get a second opinion, but hubby doesn't want to. The jury is still out on that actually. I just don't know what to do. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The doc released him to go back to work on the 15th, but said they will give him another week if he needs it, I will just need to get in touch with the doctor and his boss in enough time to get the extra week off approved. So, my job this week is to make sure he gets some activity to loosen his leg up. Walking or riding the stationary bike or something. Which I'll be watching to see how he does with that, how is walking is, and how much he needs his pain medication. His going back to work next Monday all depends on that.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I know that he's going crazy, and he's ready to go back to work, and I'm ready for him to go back to work. :) Good grief, he's driving me crazy! We don't usually spend this much time together. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I got my fill last week, and I got the 1cc that I wanted, but I don't know if it was enough. I know that a few months ago this was my sweet spot, but it doesn't seem like it is anymore. Which the sweet spot is pretty elusive I guess. I'm going to give it another week. Which I would have to do anyway, the doc will only fill you every two weeks. But, I know that if next week I'm still not at optimum restriction I'm going to get another fill before Thanksgiving. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Here are some of the updates that have went down over the last couple days.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Thursday~Went to get my fill and it went great. Got the other 1cc that I wanted since that was the other half of what was drained when I had my back surgery. So far so good. It was my sweetspot before, but I don't know if it is now. I still seem to be able to eat more than I like and don't have as much restriction as I would like. But, as we all know, fills sometimes take a few days to kick in. Here's to hoping that I'm going to gain a little more restriction in the next few days. If not, they said I could come back and get another microfill if I felt I needed it. I'm going to see how Thanksgiving goes and if I don't have my prefered restriction by then, I'll go back. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I got to meet a great friend of mine that I'd helped through this process and she just recently had gastric bypass and is doing great. She had a few issues in the beginning with a lot of pain and some spasms, and had to spend a few extra days in the hospital because of it. But she's home now and doing much better.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">My father in law had to put his dog to sleep also on Thursday, he was 19, but it was still pretty rough. But, at least he lived a good long life. Hubby and I went to visit my father in a law a few days ago and the dog didn't seem like he was doing well. I asked him if he'd taken him to the vet and had him checked out, and he said that he did and as long as the dog was eating he was fine. Ok then. We took that as a good sign. Well, a couple of days later he was showing some signs that he was suffering, so my father in law decided to have him put to sleep. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Another friend of mine's aunt passed away, this was also Thursday. And I was out of town for all of it. It was kinda crazy. From the time I woke up pretty much till the time I went to bed I was getting texts and phonecalls. I'm glad that my family depends on me though. It's great to feel needed and know that my family and friends can come to me for support. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">On top of all this I was worried about hubby being home by himself because of his leg. I was gone for just a little over 24 hours so I figured he could handle it, but stranger things have been known to happen. Comes to find out, he was fine left to his own devices. :)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So, Thursday when I got home I put on my comfy clothes and (tried to) watch Grey's and Private Practice. Well, I made it about halfway through Grey's and that's all I remember. Fell alseep. Hubby woke me up after Private Practice and sent me to bed. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Friday~I had my 90 day follow up for my back surgery. Doc told me I was perfect, I told him that I was aware of that, but wanted to know what was going on with my back. :) So, anyway, doc said everything is textbook, but wants to see me in three more months. Then he's going to give me the green light to start exercising again (thank goodness) as well as starting to try to have a baby. Should be exciting.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Took hubby to the doc for his leg and they took him off work for another week, at least. We're also going to an orthopaedic surgeon on Wednesday. He's able to walk on it a little more now during the day, but is having difficulty at night still. It's still pretty swolen and the part that is swolen is hard. Which concerns me. The doc didn't see anything disturbing on his MRI, we asked him some questions and then I asked if we could see an ortho, which hubby didn't want to do, but I don't care. :) I would rather be out the co pay for that, then have him go back to work too soon and do more damage, or make temporary damage permanent. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">There was the option of sending him back to work, but on light duty. Which isn't an option. Hubby works really hard and doesn't really know what light duty is. His boss told him the same thing, that it's not an option, cuz she can't afford to pay me to stand over him, and doesn't think he could do it. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Office Depot is really being very, very supportive about this. Which eases our minds a lot. I would hate to have him get hurt and use up all his paid time off, only to go back to work to find out he's been let go. Not only would I be UBER PISSED, we would also be pretty screwed. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Then yesterday evening I spent the evening with my bestie and we embarrassed our other halves by sharing knowledge, and laughed our asses off, at them and other things. Good times.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Today~should be cleaning house, but I'm not. Watching the Mizzou/Nebraska game and hoping Mizzou wins. That's about all I've got for today my friends. Hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend and happy posting.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Like I said, we're not doctors. But with the issues with my back and going to school for coding I've seen some x~ray and MRI shots. Not enough to make me an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I kinda know what I'm looking at. That's the only knowledge we have going into this. I just know that with the tendon issue, it's only in one shot. Which could mean a lot of things, good and bad. It could just be something that's an anomoly to that shot, or it could really be something. Pretty worried, but I know that there's nothing I/we can do about anything unill we see the doc on Friday. Hubby has decided it would be best for him to take another week off. Thank God he's got the time that he can use for it. He has about 4 weeks of vacation/sick/personal time that he can use so we won't lose any pay. Other than the bonus money we'd be getting from all the overtime he usually gets, as well as some other bonuses he gets for selling accessories and warranties on computers and stuff. But, I'd rather be out the extra bucks to have him healthy. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm getting a much needed fill tomorrow. Wanna know how I know it's much needed? I ate four pieces of pizza for dinner last night. Let me put this into perspective for you</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">FOUR. PIECES. OF. PIZZA! </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">What the hell?! Now, granted, I really haven't been the same since I had 2cc's taken out after my back surgery. And my doctors office, after you're post op for over a year, they won't put more than 1cc in your band at a time. Which, normally I would say that's a great policy, but they took 2cc's out, why not put 2cc's back in? </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I had 1cc put back in in August, was supposed to have the other cc put back in last month, but around fill time I was having major tightness issues so I thought I'd wait. Wise choice, but crappy choice at the same time. So, I'm having the other cc put back in tomorrow and I can't wait. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I also get to "meet" a great friend of mine that I've been talking to on Facebook about bariatrics for a long time. She opted to go with gastric bypass instead of the lapband, but I just love, love, love her! </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I feel like we've known eachother all of our lives and we're certainly lifelong friends. One of the greatest things about this community. We're so tightknit that even without most of us meeting in person, we know eachother. We know more about eachother than most people that have met us in person know. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I wanna leave you with a dose of cuteness for the day.</span></em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGXW7_W5Vbm747W3yGCIi_e_qlYARZ4aPiOOxqQNgSI_To_GuxRBsDZ7JpHpE-b9NXEi7ubJR3BW2NR_Gk6FqTjgcoysB4Yjx_-Bzk5k1LVVkGjHt8itz085U7kzZz4wus6Q1EUc51G0/s1600/100_3717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGXW7_W5Vbm747W3yGCIi_e_qlYARZ4aPiOOxqQNgSI_To_GuxRBsDZ7JpHpE-b9NXEi7ubJR3BW2NR_Gk6FqTjgcoysB4Yjx_-Bzk5k1LVVkGjHt8itz085U7kzZz4wus6Q1EUc51G0/s320/100_3717.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hubby and the beagle were taking a nap on the couch yesterday and I had to take this picture. I don't get to take cuteness pictures of my hubby very often, cuz he's just not the cuteness type. lol </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, that's all I have right now</span></em>. <em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll keep you all posted on hubby's results from the doc as well as my fill. Happy blogging my friends and have a great couple of days.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-37556886863495148892010-10-25T14:45:00.000-05:002010-10-25T14:45:42.110-05:00Mind Dribble....<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't really have a lot to report, but I know that I need to keep blogging. This sisterhood is amazing and the support I've received here is just as amazing. I really hope some day I can pay it forward. Which I plan to by working in bariatrics when I graduate from coding/billing school. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Hubby is getting his MRI tomorrow afternoon. Still pretty nervous about that, and still won't know anything till Friday when we see the doc for a follow up. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm gaining/losing the same five pounds I've been screwing around with since July. Still holding out for that fill I'm getting next week. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm learing how to cook. This is a surprising thing for everyone that knows me. I've burnt water before. Seriously. Ruined a $40.00 pan, hubby was pissed. But I've actually noticed that hubby and I are a decent team in the kitchen. Shhhh, don't tell him I said that. I've taken great care to inform him I don't do kitchen stuff. You know, like Bill Cosby in Himself.....if you act stupid and make others think you can't handle it, they will believe you, and you'll get out of it. Smart man, that Bill Cosby.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: purple;">Other than that, nothing else really major going on. My attorney has FINALLY, repeat <span style="font-size: x-large;">FINALLY</span> gotten his shit together when it comes to our bankruptcy and is actually filing it as I type. 'Bout damn time if you ask me. However, he's only charging me a flat $1,000.00</span></em><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;"> <em>to do the whole thing. On the upside, saving us money, on the downside, you get what you pay for. Oh well, at least it's getting done. And we have a long history together and I trust him, so at least it's also getting done right.</em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, that's about all I have for today my bloggies. Happy posting and enjoy your Monday.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-17516116560377129672010-10-22T17:48:00.003-05:002010-10-22T19:15:24.387-05:00Does Size Matter?<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Minds out of the gutter ladies. Ahem.......Draz and Amy. :D </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I saw a shirt at Target that I've wanted really bad for quite some time. Well, when they first started carrying it, it was almost 35.00....would love to be able to spend 35.00 on a shirt right now, but that just isn't going to happen. Well, for my birthday I got a 15.00 gift card from Target from my BIL, it's a sign. :) Well, I went and the shirt I've been drooling over for weeks was on clearance for 17.00. You can bet your ass I bought it. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFcyb_5JZ_t5FKFmfbqJodv2FtvGfZniY660C7Pwuoxk5Dh7lM0F0VhVz07H8nUq-yeXWl8ucOXnFiFTATTbGr2zbZVZRWbJzYTtd5x1jkaQHH3MrJ0-5pQnm8aZK4IWwCr_P0aI7jys/s1600/100_3703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFcyb_5JZ_t5FKFmfbqJodv2FtvGfZniY660C7Pwuoxk5Dh7lM0F0VhVz07H8nUq-yeXWl8ucOXnFiFTATTbGr2zbZVZRWbJzYTtd5x1jkaQHH3MrJ0-5pQnm8aZK4IWwCr_P0aI7jys/s320/100_3703.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Super cute right? I thought so. And, since I'm a tomboy to the bone I thought it was a nice mix of comfortable yet kinda girly to keep mom happy. :D If you notice the slight V neck as well as the ruffle like something or other on the front. Well, that's not even the best part. And the sleeves are reversable. If you roll them up there's a different pattern on them. This is what size the hanger said it was.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL7ZDrWmkqtO0KMNBeA8Ys1hG1tI2P_GLeBkyhG05vOUinOuEKBfkfWGqxV-CzHbd3JlpznBEBCNDItPZ204zKc2vDbGZsTl1fhLdmpZohCZJCE1fCnDyUxlbtfzhMlJd7LkyRjE8i-o/s1600/100_3705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL7ZDrWmkqtO0KMNBeA8Ys1hG1tI2P_GLeBkyhG05vOUinOuEKBfkfWGqxV-CzHbd3JlpznBEBCNDItPZ204zKc2vDbGZsTl1fhLdmpZohCZJCE1fCnDyUxlbtfzhMlJd7LkyRjE8i-o/s320/100_3705.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Notice the hanger says XXL. Well, I don't try on clothes. Even after losing weight, I still hate to try on clothes. I'd rather get depressed at home if the clothes don't fit than in a dressing room, in public, with terrible lighting. Maybe that's just me. And in regular sizes I wear between an XXL and L actually, depending on brand of shirt and the cut. No big deal to me. I've noticed in this period of me losing weight that sometimes size really doesn't matter when it comes to clothes. I just know that I don't have to shop at the fat girl store anymore. Which is pretty damn cool.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">This is what size the shirt actually is.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUivoCE8lFpqUrFL9boPDljJU22LgiovnUQ_AvtZncNpy8fJexHA0W_ow5Ujpzw1CDb6QMY44Qg2G6akt7v5uwrJtJisgJSjcxULAghyphenhyphenm0U-ACTXQjQOYYqCjFuyQf4OUpF6etnWNLJY/s1600/100_3706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUivoCE8lFpqUrFL9boPDljJU22LgiovnUQ_AvtZncNpy8fJexHA0W_ow5Ujpzw1CDb6QMY44Qg2G6akt7v5uwrJtJisgJSjcxULAghyphenhyphenm0U-ACTXQjQOYYqCjFuyQf4OUpF6etnWNLJY/s320/100_3706.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have no earthly clue why this turned out so blurry, I took about six pictures and this was the best one, but the shirt is a size XL. In a juniors! Holy shitballs! (Thanx Amy) And it's a super girly cut, ruching, smaller at the waist. The epitomy of girliness. Or as girly as you can be with a flannel shirt. lol When I was putting the shirt on actually I thought "whew, good thing I got a XXL, this is a little tighter than I would like it to be." Then I took it off and saw what size it really was. I would have squealed with joy like a little school girl if hubby hadn't been sleeping on the couch. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Here are a couple of shots of what the shirt looks like on me.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">On the weight loss friend I'm pretty much stalled. With hubby being hurt I'm eating really crappy and sleeping even worse, so that's just causing me to shovel in whatever I can when I can get it. Making my life a breeding ground for bad habits and bad eating. Not really eating too much. I'm staying steady, but I'm getting pretty hungry betweeen meals and eating too big of portions. I've actually been flip flopping with the same 5 pounds since July when I had to have my massive unfill due to surgery. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm getting a fill next week though, so hopefully that will rocket me back on track. That's what I'm hoping for. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">An update on the hubby: he's still in some pain and can still only put very little weight on his leg. The swelling and the bruising is starting to go down a little. There is still one spot on the inside of his knee (which was the point of impact) that is still very swolen and hard. He also has no feeling in that spot. This is my biggest concern. However, there's nothing we can do untill we get the results of the MRI next week. We're pretty mcch at a stand still until then. I'll keep you all posted though.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">A quick thing that's totally off track and not related at all to weight loss. To my friends reading this are gay or lesbian. I would like you to know that I think the violence against teen gays causing all of these horrific suicides is awful. I want you all to know that I'm wearing more purple than a pimp right now supporting this cause. I think there is a special place in hell for people that bully anyone. Especially those that can't help the reason they're being bullied for. It's like bullying someone for being fat. We can't help it. Just as you can't help it if you're gay. To my friends, I love you. The fact that you're gay doesn't mean a hill fo beans to me. You are who you are and I loved most of you Ioved before I even knew you were gay. Please know that you have my unending and undieing support. Keep fighting guys. Hopefully we'll see an end to this terrible ignorance in our lifetimes.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">That's about all I have for today. Happy posting my friends.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-31127150104077560402010-10-20T21:58:00.000-05:002010-10-20T21:58:34.555-05:00I'll Sell You the Whole Seat......but You'll Only Need THE EDGE!<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Mmmmmmkay.......I know in my last blog (which was yesterday) I promised some pretty crazy stuff. Well, are you all sitting down. Seriously, this is some crazy shit. I'll sell you the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge kinda crazy shit. :D</span></em> <em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sorry. The race fan in me takes over on occasion. Ok, most of the time., but anyway, there are things to blog about. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So. Here. We. Go.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The first picture.....</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZUzhMRvcDCYeYHXGI52PzVp9i0JwZZhyA7NAAreeaZ3hXP9myHbVx1ENA02FgJK-lT1xSbphSVnb2FO28bx7CsJZrqDbo2QlQuX-UrLDAd286sU_MxMWH1x4bRSwD2f4cl-ssWjmp4k/s1600/toasted+coconut+marshmallows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZUzhMRvcDCYeYHXGI52PzVp9i0JwZZhyA7NAAreeaZ3hXP9myHbVx1ENA02FgJK-lT1xSbphSVnb2FO28bx7CsJZrqDbo2QlQuX-UrLDAd286sU_MxMWH1x4bRSwD2f4cl-ssWjmp4k/s1600/toasted+coconut+marshmallows.jpg" /></a></div><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did anyone else know these existed?! Toasted Cocnut Marshmallows?! Holy crap! I found these at Wal-Mart, if anyone is interested. I find these new because I don't shop at Wal-Mart save for very rare occasions. These are SO GOOD! However, beware, eating half the bag will make you gain about two pounds overnight. I was all jazzed up and called my mom to tell her about them, and she goes "oh yeah, those are good. I've eaten those before." Ok, a couple things here: 1) way to take the wind out of my sails mom; and 2) WHY THE HELL WASN'T I AWARE!? Just kidding mom, I love you. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Now, on to more serious stuff. Hubby and I agreed to volunteer at a haunted hayride this year, because of our love for Halloween. And the money collected for admission goes to the Susan G Komen, Fight for a Cure. Getting to scare people, for breast cancer research, how can we, of all people, turn that down. That would be like if someone said to me: "I just had these pit passes to telladega lying around, want them?" HELL YEAH! Since both hubby and I have been touched by cancer in some pretty major ways, this was a total no brainer for us.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Our first weekend to volunteer was last weekend. Well, sadly, it was also our last for the season. Since it was a hayride atmosphere, we were out in the woods. Well, Chris didn't think that me crawling around in the woods trying to scare people so soon after back surgery was a good idea, so I volunteered to be a "guide". Meaning I got dressed up in costume and makeup and stayed on the trailer that was going through the woods. I got to ride around all night basically. Which was cool, cuz I just picked the weakest/mouthiest person in the group that was on my wagon and pretty much stared them down the whole time. :) Each ride was about 30 minutes long. I was dressed up as a deranged mechanic that looked like someone beat the crap out of me and drug me through the mud. Head first. I also had a giant fake double barrel shotgun that chris made out of wood, and painted it to look like a real shotgun. Every now and then I would bang it on the ground of the trailer we were riding on and scare people. Good times.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I don't have any pictures of me all dressed up, because I didn't really get the time to take any. Here's why. On the first trailer that went through (the one I was the guide on) and hubby was on his way over to the trailer to do his thing. See, we share the same love for Halloween. He's worked at the haunted houses around town for about 14 years now. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">He barks. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Sounds like a rabid rottweiler on crack.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">And it's hot.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Anyway, moving on......he lumbered up to the trailer to do his thing. Jumped on the back, side and front of the trailer and got his scares. Well, when he jumped off the front of the trailer, his leg slipped. I saw him laying on the ground and I thought it was all part of his act. I was captivated. Thinking he was gonna go in to convulsions and start spitting fake blood any minute. Then, when the trailer got past him, he kinda made a grunting noise and rolled over to his side. This is when shit started getting hairy.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I thought the trailer smashed his hand. He was carrying an axe, in order to bang it on the sides of the trailer and scare folks. I was turning stuff over in my head about a million miles per hour, thinking that if the trailer ran over his hand and he was holding on to the axe, his hand would be broken. This was about halfway through the first tour.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">When that tour was over and I got back to the gate, a friend of ours met me up there with a golfcart (the hayride covers about 40 acres) and told me that I needed to come with him and see what happened to Chris. Mild panic is starting to set in at this time. Still all the while I'm thinking he broke his hand. Well, I get to him and he's sitting in the "makeup shed" and his pant leg is split open. Obviously not the broken hand I was prepared for. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The trailer actually ran over his leg. Both tires. On his knee. The first tire ran over his knee, he couldn't pull his leg out, for fear of doing lots of damage. Before he could get away the second tire was going over his foot, of the same leg. At this point the first tire was running over his hand (which was not holding on the axe) and the second tire was running over his knee again. The trailer was full. Both sides, so roughly about 4,000 pounds, over his knee. Here are some pictures of that.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was the day after. Saturday. You can see the point of impact in the center, where the skin is broken. This is actually where both wheels of the trailer ran over him.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So, we went to the ER on Friday, and by some miracle nothing was broke, cracked or fractured then. Thankfully he's on vacation this week. Hell of a way to start a vacation right? We went to the follow up appointment with the doctor today and they took him off work for another week, at least, and ordered an MRI. The doctor wants to see if the swelling caused any type of fracture or break due to the pressure. Which I don't think it did, cuz he's been able to put a little bit of weight on it. If it was fractured, I don't think he'd be able to do that. But, then again, that's why we pay the docs the big bucks. I'll keep you all posted on that.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Something funny, the guy that does our makeup for these events is a very talented artist and does amazing makeup. People actually thought that we had been in some type of horrific accident and I didn't know how bad I was hurt. I had stage blood and grease all over me. It was awesome. Everytime someone walked into the room we were in and looked at me sitting in the chair and Chris laying on the bed, they looked around like we were from a different planet. Good stuff.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The silver lining to all this.......</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well all, that's it. God bless ya if you stuck with me. I promised something big though. And, in true kick ass and take names fashion like my mama taught me....I delivered! </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-39505050704478568212010-10-19T23:43:00.000-05:002010-10-19T23:43:07.128-05:00WHY AREN'T THE PICTURES WORKING?!<div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is actually gonna be way short, and might not even classify as a blog, but I have a few pics that I want to post with this and the blog will make no sense if I don't post them. And, since we can't post pictures today due to maintenance (stupid blogger) than I'll have to wait till tomorrow.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I learned a few things today. Nothing terribly profound, but like I said, no good without the pictures.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Goals: didn't get to all of them. I'm OK with that though. I aced a midterm. HELL TO THE YEAH! And did an assload of walking (but once I show you one of the pictures, that'll pretty much negate the walking, it's naughty). *insert evil laugh here* As far as the water goes, which was supposed to be my top goal. Didn't happen. Laundry and cleaning the house. Didn't happen. But, I aced a midterm! WOO HOO!</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">However, I did get out of my house today and get a few other things done and rest my sanity. Hubby is on vacation this week, as well as injured (the trifecta, kinda. can there be a trifecta of only two things?) So, in fear I would kill him if I had to look at his face or hear the sound of his voice for one more minute.....this morning when I got up, I promptly showered, dressed, packed up my homework and a good book and got the hell out of dodge.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So sorry about the randomess. I haven't been sleeping well (running on about 6 hours of sleep in the last three days), also having to do with the hubs being injured. Pics coming tomorrow. Are you excited yet? Happy posting my friends.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-29152723715020005182010-10-18T15:52:00.001-05:002010-10-18T17:18:47.496-05:00I'm Baaaa-aaack......Did Ya Miss Me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUMD0A9lpzy2apDTENPC8WmQJP-utwp4Zhb3zMzjcl6LE4RU4rfe6uTQkIAuAh5JK6YYz_j9rg52wqqotZux-3BbLo_VsxPzUe2KmOsbdgPe7CNlwKP3qVALPDLLIDGBQTTa47nyCi38/s1600/Joker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUMD0A9lpzy2apDTENPC8WmQJP-utwp4Zhb3zMzjcl6LE4RU4rfe6uTQkIAuAh5JK6YYz_j9rg52wqqotZux-3BbLo_VsxPzUe2KmOsbdgPe7CNlwKP3qVALPDLLIDGBQTTa47nyCi38/s320/Joker.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>In honor of Halloween I want to start with this picture. A picture that my own mom didn't even recognize was me when I showed it to her. I'm leading with a Halloween photo for a couple of reasons. One is Halloween is coming and I just love Halloween/Fall. It's always been my favorite time of year. Partly because in Wyoming we would always go to the mountains, in Wyoming and Colorado, and watch the leaves turn on the aspen trees. It was gorgeous! Never really appreciated that when I was a kid, and a few times was mad that mom "dragged" me out there, when I felt I had better things to do. Now I miss it. I wish I had some pictures of that to show you guys. My mom took tons of pictures of things like this when I was a kid. The other reason is that there is so much extra fat on my face. This was taken Halloween of 2007, so three years ago this month. Right after breast reduction surgery, and long before I was even considering lapband surgery.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB1Cnka5Cw4lOnBZGX3jWxGqV_14PR0QIf5aW4rH2BZEvL7HX_IVriXjGDGsTddA-HL4xVOGtqER4HvVGZmzRCwJlszYC1aQa1hOs_QLDYcuYlIBiAbZ5ssfkZMJ56DcZH7NfoDmqVQk/s1600/Me+and+Daddy(1).bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB1Cnka5Cw4lOnBZGX3jWxGqV_14PR0QIf5aW4rH2BZEvL7HX_IVriXjGDGsTddA-HL4xVOGtqER4HvVGZmzRCwJlszYC1aQa1hOs_QLDYcuYlIBiAbZ5ssfkZMJ56DcZH7NfoDmqVQk/s320/Me+and+Daddy(1).bmp" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a picture of me and Daddy at the races in May. I don't know how to do side by sides, sorry. Look at the difference in my face! It's nuts. Still have a little bit of a double chin in this shot, but it's hard to not have a double chin in a self portrait. If anyone out there knows how, please let me know.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I've recently had people tell me that I'm getting too skinny. I find this very amusing. Damn near hilarious actually. Mind you, these are people that have seen me at my heaviest and that's really the only way they've ever known me. So mostly my hubby's friends and family are the ones telling me this. God bless them. :) I know that I have less weight to lose than I've already lost. So, that means I'm past the halfway mark. It'll be two years in June that I've been banded and I've lost about 70 pounds. Give or take a couple of pounds here and there. My ultimate goal is 120; I would settle for 140, but I'd love to get down to 120. I told hubby this the other day, and even he said that was too skinny. God love him. That way I have some room to grow (pun intended) when we decide to have kids. Especially since, according to our family patterns and knowledge, I'm destined for twins. Joy of joys. :) Chomping at the bit for that one. You betcha. My mom, however would be over the moon if that ended up happening. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I seem to be having great difficulty setting short term goals for myself, as well as celebrating the goals I've already achieved. Long term goals, no problem. All over it. I had a goal weight set when I went to my pre-op seminar. Long term goals have never been an issue for me. Short term always have. I don't really have a reason for this, it's just the way I've always been. A few of my friends have pointed out to me lately that I need to look at how far I've come and what I've accomplished to get this far. Sometimes I do. When I see before pictures, or pull a size 14 jeans fresh out of the dryer, still warm, and they go right on withing doing the beltloop hop (you know what I'm talking about ladies, we all done it), that's awesome; then other times I look at myself and think "damn, still fat." This seems to have been the theme I'm running with lately. And I'm not talking sprints, or baton relay type running here. I'm running a damn marathon on this theory. What the hell?! That I'm still camera shy, or that I still see the fat chick. Will I ever see the person everyone else sees? Or will I always see that unhappy, unattractive (to me), 250 pound woman that had completely and totally given up. On many things. I'd given up on myself, my chance at getting pregnant and having a healthy pregnancy, being able to buy clothes in a regular store, and probably a hundred other things that I'll think about after this blog is already posted.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I've always been an all or nothing kind of woman. I actually take pride in the fact that when I see something I want, I go after it. Regardless of what people say. And especially if someone has the stones to tell me that I can't get it done, if someone tells me that, I will get it done or die trying, guaranteed. I was raised by a very strong and powerful woman, I've always said that if I'm half as strong as my mom when I die, I will have accomplished everything I've ever wanted, and I mean that. I had an amazing teacher in my mom in how she lived her life. My mom is a kick ass and take names kind of woman, and that's great. I'm that way too. As I said, that's the way she raised me to be. I wouldn't change that. However, unlike my mom, I falter. There are times that I kick ass and take names, then there are times that I couldn't give two shits less. Interesting. And in those times I let people walk on me, be mean to me, and make me think that the way I live my life and the way I feel is wrong. Again, interesting. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm actually kind of disgusted with myself that I still see the obese me. The me that</span></em><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> wanted to just blend into the crowd, or better yet, disappear all together. Maybe this is why I haven't been blogging, and lost 2 followers. Which totally bums me out, but that's a blog for another day I guess. I didn't sleep well last night and was thinking of all sorts of crazy things. I had an epiphany of sorts I guess. Had to be doing something other than staring at the ceiling I suppose. Upon further examination I guess I should have been doing homework, but sorting through the sludge that has made up my thoughts and actions of the last few weeks was just as productive. If not more. It's really hard to do homework when you feel like your head is full of chocolate pudding. Mmmmmm......chocolate pudding. :p~~ Sorry, where was I?</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">In still seeing myself as the fat me, maybe that's why I'm in such a rut. Maybe that's why I can't get past the fat me. On my husbands side of the family we get together to celebrate all of the October Birthdays (which is like half of us) and mine (I'm the only one in the family with a birthday in September so we just do them all at once in October), well that get together was last night. Of course, I had a good time. Indulged in a few things I maybe shouldn't have. Homemade cake and brownies. They were so good though. After two brownies, a hamburger patty, and a piece of cake, I'm up one pound today. :) It was worth it though. Is that why I still think I'm fat? Cuz I'm justifying the junk? I'm going to blame it on TOM, his grouchy, stinkin' ass just left town. It's his fault. At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So, where do I go from here? I'm getting another fill next week. I'm losing a bit of restriction and can eat stuff I can't eat when I'm at my sweet spot. Hello cake and brownies. So I want to get this issue taken care of before the holiday season rolls around, or I'll be screwed. Going on the 28th to get a fill. I'm hoping and going to ask for 1cc. We'll see what the doc says, the worst they can do is tell me no. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So, I guess my goal for a while is going to be to focus on the short term goals. I know they are more easily attainable, but for some reason I just can't wrap my mind around them. </span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Tomorrow's goals:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Always have a glass of water in my hand (I've really been slacking off on this lately).</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Do the dishes and some of the laundry.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Do some homework. (not really band related, but all of my short term goals don't have to be I guess).</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">~Try to drop a couple-ish more pounds before my next fill on the 28th, but not beat myself up and sit pouting in the corner in the fetal position if I don't. That will be the hard part.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">We'll see how those things go over. Four short term goals to accomplish, should be able to manage that. Right? Mmmmmmkay.........so, now that I've passed out inviations to my pity party. Jeesh, sorry about that. Felt good though. This time I'm back for good. I promise. Now that I've placed short term goals for myself you guys will have to keep on top of me so that you know if I'm doing them. Giving me a much needed kick in the arse.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-69118366706556692842010-10-05T14:12:00.001-05:002010-10-05T17:17:47.920-05:00Still Alive and Well<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>That seems to be my theme lately. That I'm alive and well. I actually don't know why I haven't been blogging. I used to read and blog every day. I stayed current with everyone and making sure I was keeping you all current on me. Then I just stopped. I'm really sorry guys. I don't know why I did that. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"><em>I've been reading though. It looks like everyone had an amazing time in Chicago and I wished like hell I could have been there. Hopefully, since the rumor is it's going to be a yearly thing I'll get to go next time. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"><em>I had a birthday while I was absent, the big 3-0. It was fun. Spent the weekend with my family, then this last weekend was race weekend at Kansas Speedway so I got to do that. Always a good time for me as you all know. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"><em>My loss has actually been pretty sporadic. Some weeks I loose and some weeks I don't. Which I guess that mean that it's steady. Hell, I don't know. And I know that it's me. Not being able to exercise really hurts the weight loss. Especially when I have times that I don't watch what I eat. Tailgating this weekend though I did an awesome job! Was very proud of myself. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"><em>I know that I'm having some issues with the size I wear now. It's like I'm not seeing it. For years it was 2X and that's it. Usually a 2X in mens. No chance a 2X in women's would even attempt to fit me. Well, at the track this weekend I got my usualy t-shirt/hoodie combo. I saw this hoodie that I really liked and told the guy to give it to me in a 2X. It was a mens hoodie. I never opened it up and looked at it till I got up for the race the next day and was going to wear it. This thing is HUGE! I could wear it as a dress. That one is definently going on the dryer. Hubby asked me why I bought it that big and I told him it's cuz I thought that's the size I wear. Odd. Almost 70 pounds down and I still see the fat chick. Odd and interesting. Still working through that one I guess.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, that's it everyone. Hopefully I'll blog again sometime soon before the end of the year. Good grief. Happy posting everyone.</span></em></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS~Something I forgot to tell y'all. My good friend Aimee is having gastric bypass this month on the 18th and is needing some input/support from us. I know a lot of us follow tons of blogs and have a hard time keeping up sometimes, but if you want to look her up, she's at misfit4life.blogspot.com</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Thanx ladies.</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-21913692409770844912010-08-19T17:11:00.000-05:002010-08-19T17:11:41.939-05:00Still Camera Shy......<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OK, sooooooooooo.....................my mom was telling me the other day that I needed to blog. Gotta love mom, keeping me in line all sorts of ways. Even from Rick's in Ohio. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Since I last wrote I've been working on recovering from surgery still. A little pissed off that is such a slow process. But, as hubby tells me, I didn't get hurt overnight, not gonna get well overnight. Ho hum. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I've been going three times a week for a little over a month now to physical therapy, I have a couple more weeks of that left, then I go down to twice a week. That'll be a relief. For me and the checkbook, 45.00/visit co pay is a little harsh. Thankfully they know that I can't pay it all at once and are working with me on the payments. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Therapy days are still pretty rough. But I'm walking about six blocks 5 days a week so that's helping too. My band is still kinda loose right now. I got a little fill a couple weeks ago and was supposed to go back today, but didn't want to go without my mom, since this is our thing, so I rescheduled it. What's another couple of weeks. Even with my band loose right now I'm still losing cuz I'm betting a fair amount of exercise. With physical therapy and all the walking. Which is so much easier now since surgery. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">This week was one of our nephews birthday's. He turned 2. My mother in law was going around to all the guests with a video camera and having us say a little birthday message to him. I think this is kinda silly since he's only two and more than likely won't remember this birthday, much less the messages we all said, but hay, kept her busy and she wasn't ridiculing me, so hay. I'll take it. When it got around to me, I actually asked not to do it. Not because I thought it was a silly idea, but because I didn't want to be on camera. I didn't want to have to sit down and watch this with my nephew and think "look at that fat cow". Interesting. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Why is it that after 70 pounds I still look at myself and think "well shit, I'm still fat"? I don't want my picture taken, I don't want to be on camera, and if I do, I try really damn hard to make sure something is in front of me (you know, the floating head shot) so all you can see is my face. Again, interesting. My face is where I notice it the most. My drivers lisence doesn't even look like me anymore. People will literally look at it, then look at me, back to the lisence, back to me, you know, like the old spice commercial. (I'm on a horse) :) Sorry, couldn't help it. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Back to the point......what the hell? Why do I/we still see ourselves as fat? When we've accomplished so much. Losing 50+ pounds is an accomplishment! For anyone! And to keep it off, that's even better! My list blog that I wrote a while back comes to mind. Where I would do good to remember the things I've accomplished (band and otherwise) in my life when I think I've done nothing. I've been through a lot in my young life. At least that's what mom says. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Who else has ran into this issue? Just out of my own curiosity. How many of us have lost significant amounts and are still camera shy?</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The healing process with my back is going really well. I'm still in pain, but nothing like it was before. The debilitating spasms going down my butt and legs are totally gone. Which is great. That was one of the biggest complaints that I had for the doc. As well as being in constant pain all the time. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The pain I'm in now is more of a healing pain. I'm very sore still. Which kinda angers me a little. I was hoping I'd bounce back quicker than this. I start physical theraphy on Monday. The doc ordered water therapy as well as traditional therapy, but right now the physical therapist thinks we should stick with strictly water therapy. Which brings me to my swimsuit fear from the last post. Especially since they took fluid out of my band and I've been gaining. The swimsuit looks pretty decent though. For the first one I've owned in 10 years, it'll do. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">In the assessment he gave me he said that since my back was messed up for so long and I've compensated for so many things everything in my body is kinda tilted to the right. Ankles, pelvis, hips, shoulders, neck, the whole nine yards. So that is going to be first on the agenda; lining me back up, which he said would make me much more comfortable just in everyday life. He kinda tried to pop a few things back in place on Wednesday when I did my assessment, but I couldn't handle it. On the plus side, my GIANT bruises from my IV's and having blood drawn a million times are finally starting to go away. They're kind of yellowish instead of purple. I bruise really easy and so drawing blood or getting an IV is pretty brutal. I even bruise when I get fills and that needle doesn't bother me at all. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm slowly trying to get life back to normal. My hubby was on vacation for a week and half to take care of me at home. While I was very grateful and really did need his help, I'm so glad he went back to work. lol He was driving me insane! Since I wasn't really able to go anywhere we were together all the time. Not good. Hubby and I love eachother very much, but we're also people that need our own space. Which, most of the time, we both respect, if we can. But when I'm not cleared to drive yet and really have no money to go anywhere on my own, it's a little hard. I kid you not, it was getting to the point that the very sound of his voice made me want to slap the shit out of him. lol Not good. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">However, he went back to work on Monday and both of our routines are slowly getting back to normal. Sort of. I'm not able to do as much of the housework right now as I was doing before because I'm still on a lot of restrictions, but I can do a few things. And, we get to spend some much needed time apart. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">In getting back to my daily routine I've noticed that it's getting easier to get up and around. Moving around is easier. Still not 100% which, I gotta be honest, I'm kinda pissed about. Not a lot I can do about it, but it is what it is. Doc said I might not be all the way to 100% for three to six months. Joy of joys. *insert extreme sarcasm here* However, at my post op appointment when he took my staples out and took x-rays he said that the hardware looked perfect. So that's good, and a load off my mind. That means I'm doing things right I guess.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">On the band front, I'm doing better since my little stint in the hospital. They took WAY TOO MUCH out of my band though. I know they did it for my safety, which is cool, but damn! Did they forget I'm a fattie? :) I just can't wait till next week when I can have them put it back in. I was at my sweet spot. I was just stupid and wasn't taking my antiacids like I should have been and screwed everything up. As I said in my last post, that has since changed. I miss my sweet spot and restriction. However, I will have it back next week. Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I guess that's all I have for today my friends. Was just checking in with you. I'm still way behind on blogs, hopefully I'll get semi-caught up today. At least that's the plan. Happy posting everyone.</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-70476192964572897812010-07-22T16:04:00.000-05:002010-07-22T16:04:44.408-05:00A Slew of Updates<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HAY EVERYBODY! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">This is actually my first post since before I had surgery. I know that a couple of days after surgery hubby posted that I was doing ok. Since then I've had a couple issues.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I was in the hospital a few extra days than is usual with this type of surgery. I was on a pain drip of course in my IV, well the meds they were giving me was shutting my body down. My kidney's stopped acting as much and my blood pressure went down to 80/30. They had to give me something in the IV to raise it back up. There are about two whole days that I don't remember. Chris left on Friday afternoon because he had to work on Saturday and he also needed to pick up the dog. I remember that, but that's all I remember till Monday. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">After I got off the pain drip things got a lot better. On Monday I got up and started walking and doing the initial bit of therapy they wanted me to do in the hospital. Getting back to walking, at that time I was using the assistance of a walker. Then I went to a cane. Now, a couple weeks after surgery I'm not using either. Which is a good thing. The doc actually took all walking aides away from me yesterday when he did my post op. I went into the hospital for surgery on the 8th and left on the 13th, so I was in the hospital for 5 days. Like I said, little longer than normal, but we had the issues with the pain drip.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">They didn't let me eat or drink anything for four freakin' days! lol Which I know would have been much more of an issue before being banded. After, not so much. I actually wasn't that hungry so it wasn't that big of a deal to me. I was really thirsty, but not hungry at all. They wanted me to pass gas before I could eat. Which is pretty standard for most surgeries. I told the doc that since I've had my band done my body doesn't work that way. There's nothing coming out if nothing's going in. As we all know. Still didn't matter to them. They were just following the rules though, can't be mad at them for that.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I did get to eat one meal before I left. Which wasn't too bad. Hubby said the food was really good. The menu was actually pretty upscale. The one mean I had was shrimp skewers with rice pilaf. I was rather impressed. However, it was a little spicy.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">After I was released from the hospital I went to my mom and dad's for a few days till they left for vacation. I was enjoying life at mom and dad's. No one takes better care of you when you're sick than your parents. lol No matter how old you are. At almost 30 years old, I know there's no one like mom. :D And mom has cable. Which I don't. So I got to indulge in a little cable tv while I was there. It's the simple things in life I guess.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">After I came home is when the band issues started. I was home for a couple of days when I started getting really bad acid reflux. I was waking up in the middle of the night as well as still getting sick during the day. After about 5 days of that I called the bariatic center where I got the band placed and they said they needed to see me immediately. Which is a three hour drive from my house. I actually called the bariatric center here first, and since they're full of morons, they wouldn't treat me. I told them about the issues that I was having. They asked me if I had my band placed there, I told them no, they seriously told me that I was out of luck and had to go where I had it placed. When I informed them that it was 3 hours from my house they basically told me that was my problem. Assholes.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">So I called up mom and asked her if she wanted to take a small roadtrip with me. This was the day she got home from vacation. I felt kinda bad for her. She had been up since 4 that morning and had got off the plane to find me sick and had to take another mini roadtrip. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I went to the ER in the hospital where I had the band placed. They took about 2cc's of fluid out. They kept me in the hospital over night. After they took the 2cc's out I was able to eat some mashed potatoes and a little bit of soup. In the morning they gave me a barium swallow to make sure the band didn't slip. Which it hasn't. I tell you what, my doc must have welded that thing in there. lol I was positive it was gonna be bad news. But the band is fine. It actually could have been anything. However, more likely cuz I wasn't taking my acid reflux medication like I should have. I have since started taking it again. I night in the hospital, Lord knows what it's going to cost us for heartburn. Nice. I did eat lunch at the hospital and it stayed down fine. As has everything since so they said it was all good. I have another fill scheduled for August 5th, they're going to evaluate my situation then and fill me back up accordingly.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Yesterday, the surgeon for my back took the staples out. It was an anterior and posterior spinal fusion, which means they went in through the front and the back. When he took all the staples out and took xrays, he said that all the hardware looks great and to just keep doing what I'm doing. The hardware looks totally freaky. It's weird. I look like the bionic woman. If I had a pic of the xray, I'd post it, but I don't. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Right now I have a lot of restrictions. I can't lift anything, bend, stoop, push or pull anything. I also can't carry anything. Right now I'm doing a lot of catching up on blogs and reading. I've been doing a lot of walking. Usually I'll take a couple extra laps around the grocery store when we go. Which totally counts and it's air conditioned. :D July in Missouri is miserable to be walking outside. No way. I get to start physical therapy next week. Which is water and land therapy. Super cool. That means I have to buy/acquire a swimsuit. May the force be with me.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, that's about all I've got. Just a heads up to let you all know that surgery went well and I'm doing better. I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH! Now I need to get more caught up on all your blogs. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Happy posting everyone. Talk to you all soon.</span></em><br />
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ChrisDirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-26660538672251331102010-07-05T14:43:00.000-05:002010-07-05T14:43:39.240-05:00The Countdown Begins<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, surgery is 3 days away. It's kind of just starting to sink in. I'm undecided if I'm nervous, afraid....I don't really know what I am right now actually. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I do know that I'm ready to not be in pain anymore and I'm taking the step in that direction. I know that it's going to get worse before it gets better. I know that the first few weeks after surgery are gonna be pretty rough. Which is the case with any surgery, regardless of what type it is. Surgery is surgery. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm kinda worried about my band. On surgery day I'm going to talk with my doctor about it and make sure he doesn't damage it in any way. He has an x ray of it so he he knows where it is, but I still want the peace of mind. Due to the fact they are going in through the front and the back. I don't know why that is either, I will also ask him that. He told me once, but I don't remember it. :) That seems to be my main worry going in to this is that I don't want my band damaged. I trust my doc, but that worry is still there. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I have everything ready to go, except getting my bag packed. Still need to do the laundry and wash up the stuff I'm going to wear while in the hospital and at my mom and dad's for a week. Which will be mostly yoga pants type stuff. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Here is the contact information for the hospital for those of you that are interested:</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Menorah Medical Center </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">5721 West 119th Street</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Overland Park, Kansas 66209</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">913.345.3600</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Of course, I don't know what room I'll be in yet, but there is the information should any of you want it. I'm sure if you want to call, you can just ask for my room number at the main number. My mom and my hubby will be staying in the hospital with me. I should be in there for about 3-4 days. I don't know if hubby will be staying the whole time, but I know my mom will. It costs 25 bux a day to board the dog, so hubby might come home early to save us some money. He told me that if I wanted him to stay he would. I don't know yet. I do know that I have to make that decision in the next couple of days. He has the time off work for vacation time, so we won't be losing any money that way at least. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm finally back on track with my band. When I got my last fill on June 10th I weighed in at 200 pounds. This morning, a little less than a month later I weighed in at 186. Which is amazing! I didn't lose for a few months so it's nice to have such amazing progress in this short amount of time. This morning's weigh in puts me at a total of 61 pounds down. I'm happy with that. Being banded just a little over a year, this is good. I've lost it slowly enough and I'm young enough that hopefully I won't have much sagging skin. Not really worried much about that right now. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Our fourth of July was a total bust. :( It rained all night long. We usually put on a pretty decent display and this year we didn't get to do anything. I was totally looking forward to posting some great pics on here, but alas, not gonna happen this year. A few grounders and some fountains and stuff, but none of the major stuff. The upside is that we'll have it for next year and that's money we don't have to spend. If they last that long. lol </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I will be taking my laptop with me to the hospital so hopefully I'll be able to check in. Like I said, I'll be there for about four days, so hopefully I feel well enough to be able to post and check in with you guys and see what's going on with you all.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I guess that's about all I have for right now. Hope you all had a great and safe fourth! Happy posting y'all.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, if you ask my mom, she'll tell you that "A failure is only someone who fails to try." Super awesome quote. She's told me this all of my life. So in honor of that, I got this......</span></em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The "love mom" is actually in my moms handwriting. This is my lower leg from about my mid calf to my ankle. It's a little bit bigger than I had anticipated it was going to be. But in order for it to be readable it needed to be larger so the words didn't run together over time. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-69135230508570211602010-06-18T14:00:00.000-05:002010-06-18T14:00:15.276-05:00Happy Bandiversary to Me (a Couple Days Late)<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First of all, let me start by saying, holy supportive comments batman! You ladies are like a good bra. :) And believe me, I know the value of a good bra. :) In all seriousness though ladies, thanx heaps for all of your support. Things are getting a little better around my area and I'm starting to claw myself out of the hole a few feet at a time while trying to keep the dust out of my eyes.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Wednesday, the 16th, was my one year bandiversary and here is a list of some of the things I've learned in the last year, band related and non band related:</span></em><br />
<ul><li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">This is not the "easy way out", "chicken exit", "lazy mans diet", "eat less, move more", "it's all about portion control", "you choose to be fat, all you have to do is put the food down and exercise" and all the other bullshit I've heard from nay sayers that know nothing about this in the last year. To those people I say, kick rocks!</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Being banded has changed who I am and how I live my life.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">This blogging community and the people I've met here are very much like a surrogate family, and even though many of us have never met we know we have friends for life.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">My mom (my original bandster sister) rocks! OK, that's not something I've learned in the last year, I've always known it, but just thought I'd throw it out there.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I really miss sugar free Red Bull. My doc is a no carbonation at all, ever doc. </span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I actually can clean my house and my car and keep them that way. Who knew?</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I am stronger than I have been giving myself credit for and would do well to remember that in times I feel I'm not worth it. However, still not as rock solid as my mom. She's a hoss folks. The things she's done and accomplished in her life. If I'm half as strong as her when I die, I will have accomplished everything I've ever wanted.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I can slow down. Take a couple of days to just chill out and take a breather and the world as I know it will not come to an end.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm on the fence about kids. Sometimes I want them and sometimes I don't. However, I do know that there is something to be said for being the cool aunt that buys whoopie cushions, bicycle horns, drum sets, and other obnoxious toys that bug the shit out of the parents of said child, and wires the kids up on sugar and sends them home.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The day you have any type of bariatric surgery really is the first day of the rest of your life. There are so many things you can do within losing just a small amount of weight that you truly become a different person. </span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I have knees, and ankles. Didn't know that when I was fat(er). It was just all kinda one unit. Cankles. Sexy. Ummmmm.....not so much.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I want to help people. I want to do whatever I can to get the word out about bariatric surgery to anyone I can. I want to become an advocate for this cause and make sure that anyone thinking about it knows it's not going to be easy, but the rewards and benefits far outweigh anything else.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm very sad that my grandpas and my great grandma couldn't see how I've made this difference in my life and want to make a difference in the lives of others. For they passed away years ago when I was still too young to really make an impact on society.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Being too tight sucks.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Being too loose sucks.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Unfills suck. They suck more when you get too much taken out and can eat like the band isn't even there.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Retaining water makes a GIANT difference on the scale.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Accountability is a crucial part of this process.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Going to the races and walking around is a lot easier when there's 50 pounds less of me to carry. Does that mean I can buy more stuff? Jury's still out on that one. :)</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I actually look pretty damn good with purple hair. Again, who knew?</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">My friends didn't see me as a fat person. They just saw me as me and didn't really notice all the extra weight. When I tell people what I weighed before they are shocked and many times don't believe me. Which says a lot about the few people I allowed into my life and allowed to see the real me. They thought I kicked ass anyway. Wow, thanx guys, really, thanx.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">It's pretty hard to enjoy life when you're so unhealthy you're doing good to roll out of bed.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm not so afraid of needles anymore.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">When you eat smaller amounts of food, you want those foods to be good. Like, really good. I'm talking steak and lobster good.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">People notice you a lot more when you're not busting your ass to just blend in and disappear.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Being an adult sucks.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Support is a huge part of this journey. If you're reading this and you're thinking of getting the surgery and have no support at home, reach out for it. Come here. We will support you! </span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I have no regrets of doing this. Even with a couple of unfills and missing my Red Bull, I would still do this all again, on a dime. No doubts. Absolutely do it again.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I think I've finally figured out the reason why I did this. Originally it was so I could get healthy enough to have a baby. See above regarding that. I know lots of you have kids and have said you did this so you could play with your kids and not be out of breath. Great reason. I realized that I'm kinda selfish though. I did this for me. So my back wouldn't hurt, so my knees wouldn't hurt. So I could keep up with my nephews and my niece. To be noticed. To get a better quality of life. And to make a difference.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I think this is my calling. To make a difference in the world of bariatric patients. Maybe that's why I've taken forever to finish school and for some unknown (at the time) reason I gravitated towards the medical field. Maybe that's why many bariatric patients do. I'm going to be a huge part of turning this around for people. Making sure insurance companies know that it's not our choice to be fat. I don't know yet how I'm going to do this, but I know that I will. I will find a way. </span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I never really knew who I was till I got banded. I thought I knew, turns out I was just full of shit. All those years of thinking that I knew who I was. Only to get banded and realize I knew nothing about myself. Hmmm.</span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">People are shallow. Even though I love being noticed, it's odd that people never noticed me when I was fat(er). But now, I get doors opened for me, people smile at me on the street. Weird, just weird. </span></em></li>
<li><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Hubby has recently started noticing me in a different light and seeing me differently. Even though he was against this when it started, he's coming around and is happy about the differences this has made in my life and how much better I feel.</span></em></li>
</ul><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I guess that's all I have for now. Happy posting y'all and don't forget to wish your fathers a Happy Fathers Day.</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-88917726982416709922010-06-12T18:25:00.001-05:002010-06-12T19:29:37.247-05:00I'm Still Alive.......and Some Other Shit<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hay everybody! I know it's been damn near ages since I posted. I got an email from BG today and she seemed to elude to the fact she thought I was dead. Not dead, just kinda in a dark place right now.</span></em><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The last time that I got a fill, I had one rough day of things getting stuck and ran out of patience, therefore, I went to the ER for an unfill. Big mistake. I ended up getting way too much taken out and if I would have been patient I could have just dealt with it. I'm a big advocate that if something is preventable, there's no reason to have to deal with it. Maybe it's because I expect instant gratification. Who knows. Not me that's for damn sure. </span></em></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm noticing in a lot of blogs that there are relationship issues going on. I'm in that boat too. Hubby never wanted me to have this surgery anyway and was originally not even going to accompany me to the hospital when I was to have it. In that regard he came around and ended up going. However, sometimes I think he wishes I didn't have it. He tries to get me to try things that I know I can't eat. And when my band was loose I was able to eat anything I wanted. Not good. And he seems to think that he knows my band better than I do. Which he doesn't. Sometimes I wonder if it would be different if we had met after I had the surgery, or I had met someone else within the last year after surgery. Please make no mistake, I'm not second guessing our relationship or thinking I'd settled, wished I'd married someone else, etc. I just wish the hubby had a better bedside manner sometimes. Which he hasn't one. I'm very confused right now. I knew this would change my relationship with him, but I don't know if I expected it to change EVERYTHING! Literally everything. I don't mean to come off as nieve here, but wow. Just wow. </span></em></div><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Before I left for my fill the other day I told my hubby that I hope I hadn't gained, but would accept it if I had. He said that the band is all a matter of portion control. No shit? Why didn't someone tell me this before? Would have saved me almost $12,000.00. Portion control, get the hell out of here. Pfft. If I knew what portion control was to start with, I wouldn't have needed the band in the first place. Holy shit. Why do people do that? Spout off about shit they have no clue about? Good grief. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I'm really worried about this surgery coming up. I asked the doc how long it would take and he said worst case scenario 8 hours, best case scenario 4 hours. He said most of the time they last about 6 hours. Which I'll be in the hospital for at least three dayse afterward he said. Then it's home to rest. Post op on July 21st to get my staples taken out, I'm sure at that time is when the rehabbing will start. Right now there's not much else to tell about that. Other than he's going to fix it. Which is all I know right now.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, enough with the Debbie Downer, on to "some other shit". (sorry mom) :)</span></em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The following shots are from this years Relay for Life Cancer Walk. As I told you all before, hubby and I are huge supporters of this walk and enjoy raising the money for cancer research. He lost his Aunt and I've lost my Grandpa and an Uncle to cancer. So it's something that's close to our hearts. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">We made a PANTLOAD of money this year. Our team alone raised over $1,000.00, which is super cool. Our booth was a shooting gallery, plus some stuff to purchase and raffle. Hubby and his brother ran the shooting gallery and I ran the donations for raffles and the other stuff we were selling. It was a nice time and is a wonderful occasion to honor those in our community we've lost to cancer or are still fighting the good fight. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I guess that's all I have everyone. Had to end it on a happy note. Sorry I've been absent and that this was a downer post. But we can't all shit gumdrops and fart rainbows. (love ya Draz. sorry, again mom) If you hung in there and made it to the end of this one. You're all amazing. And thanx for missing me and noticing I was gone. Promise to post again soon.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Update: Here is a pic of my mom. Size 10 y'all. Isn't she cute?! 47 pounds down after being banded last year. WAY TO GO MOM!</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mmmmmmmmmmmkaaaaaaayyyyyy........So, hubby and I went away for the weekend and went to my mom and dad's house for a little Memorial Day fun, and of course there was a race involved. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">After three days of getting my house kinda in order so it won't be a mess when I have surgery next month I needed some time to decompress. Well, before we left the garbage disposal quit working. Had to call my landlord and he told us how to fix it so that's no big deal. Got that taken care of today. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">However, when we got home, this is what we found on our garage.</span></em><br />
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</div><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Isn't that great?! That's what we get for going away for a long weekend. Needless to say I've been in touch with the police and my landlord. I called the cops about an incident report and they said they were coming out to take a look at it. Who knows when that will be. And left my landlord a messge as to what was going on. Hubby went over and talked to them and I guess he was calm cool and collected. I'll tell you right now he's a bigger man than me. I would have went the hell off! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">My landlord is super cool about stuff and he knows we're buying the place, so I'm going to ask him if he would provide us the materials to put up a fence or if we bought them if he'd take them off the rent. I'll keep you all posted on that.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I hate these neighbors! I'm so pissed off that I'm shaking. Stupid heathon kids and parents that don't give two shits about what they do! GGGGRRRR!!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Well, I suppose that's all for now. Getting caught up on everyone's blogs. Happy posting everyone.</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/105/F7FEC49C5321293BB338E91E66CFA538.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782998401237904809.post-36006591527307645242010-05-23T09:48:00.000-05:002010-05-23T09:48:21.389-05:00BYOC<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>1. If you had 3 wishes what would they be and why? (you can't wish for more wishes or money!)(Thanks Steph)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em><span style="color: purple;">1. That me or my folks could win the lottery so they could retire and never want for anything again. Then daddy and I would rent/buy a motor coach and go to every race on the NASCAR circuit for a year. I would also buy my mom tickets to go see my brothers kids anytime she wanted them since I would be able to afford to send her.</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>2. If you had all the money in the world and perfect circumstances - how many children would you have and what sex?</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>3. Have you ever faked it? (Because I need to laugh...feel free to skip this one if it's too personal.)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Haven't we all?</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>4. What movie character do you think you look like?</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When my hair was red and I fixed it rather big I was told looked like Reba. Unfortunately when I cut my hair in the style it is now I get Kate Gosslin a lot. :(</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>5. Repeat question. Which blog or comment spoke to you or stuck with you this week and why?</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Been terribly busy this week with doctors appointments and getting ready for the Relay for Life (a local cancer walk for those not familiar) that today is my catch up day.</span></em></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Dirttrackdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02125801186489902228noreply@blogger.com5