Easter Victory

prideSo, I was completely nervous going into this holiday weekend. Why? Because Easter was my first holiday that celebrates with food since my weight loss surgery. Well, there was St. Patrick’s day, but it was easy to forgo the potatoes and focus on the protein. Oh, but yesterday’s spread, let me tell you, there was so much delicious smelling and looking foods that I wanted to dive into…but I didn’t, and I am SO proud of myself. It might not be that big of a deal for most people, but today I am totally holding my head a little higher and feeling more confident!

Last week I met with my counselor and she kept drilling it in me that FOOD IS FUEL. Yea ok, that is not an easy thing to retrain a fat girl mind to believe. Food is supposed to taste good, be delicious. Food is fun, food is social, but fuel? That’s boring LOL. She told me that the celebration is the people around the food, NOT the food itself. All week I kept reminding myself this, over and over again. I honestly believe that is what helped me get through yesterday. (but DAMN that baklava sure did look amazing)

DadsLily.pngEaster service was amazing. The music was beyond uplifting and I absolutely LOVE my Church! This year I decided to have one of the Easter lilies they use to decorate the Church dedicated to the memory of my Dad. It made me feel like he was a part of the service. They printed his name in the bulletin along with the other families who honored their loved ones. I’ve decided that I’m going to plant it next to the lily of the valley we planted this year that remind me of my Grandmother (his Mom). It will be a nice tribute I think, having them planted together.

I have been slacking with going to the gym the past couple weeks, so I have decided to make sure that I do a walk today, and get my butt back into the gym. I want to make sure that I make it there a minimum of twice a week. Ideally I’d like to go 4 times a week, 2 classes and 2 separate workouts, but for now I would be happy with actually going twice a week over not going at all.

I did get some good news when I went and saw my Endocrinologist last week. She performed a series of blood test earlier in the week to test my diabetes and my thyroid. She had given me a C-Peptide test about a year ago and determined that after all these years of thinking I was a type 2 diabetic, I was actually type 1. At the time it was discouraging news because it meant that even after my WLS I would probably never get of diabetic medicine. The positive side was that almost immediately after surgery I DID get off insulin and was only on Metformin. I spoke with my surgeon and he explained that he has seen many a patient’s pancreas recover and heal itself after WLS and to not lose hope. I went back to my ENDO and relayed the info and we both remained hopeful. Well, she redid a C-Peptide test and after only 2 months from my surgery, it is back up and I am now considered a type 2 diabetic again! This means that there IS hope that someday I WILL be able to be off my diabetes medicine!  WHOHOOOO!

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I did however get two bits of discouraging news from her during that same visit. First, she informed me that she is leaving the practice. Ok well, THAT SUCKS! I really grew to like her. Let’s face it, we bonded. She helped me get my A1C down from a 9.7 to a 6.2! She has worked with me when my thyroid issues ping ponging between hyper and hypothyroidism. UGH, I mean I wish her all the best, but I hate starting over with someone new if I’m going to be completely honest.

The second icky thing was that my thyroid decided to become hypothyroid again from hyper. What does that mean? Well its another medication adjustment and it’s also probably why I haven’t been losing weight as quickly as she thinks I should have been based on how my diet is and the surgery. I have been averaging  a loss of 2-4lbs a week when some lose 1-2lbs a day. Hopefully with the medication adjustment and my getting back to the gym it’ll get me back on track. (not that I’m complaining about my progress at all.)

ProgressSpeaking of progress…Yesterday after Church I took Ma to my friend Barb’s house and then we went over to her friend Phyllis’. Both of whom are like family to us. Now I haven’t seen Phyllis or her family (with the exception of her daughter and son) since my surgery. When I walked in the door, I was shocked when I was greeted with dropped jaws, looks of astonishment and compliments on how great I looked. They had me spin around and walk in the living room showing off my progress (50lbs so far) to everyone before I could even set my bags down!  LOL Talk about a confidence booster. I felt like a star! Now I know I have lost weight but I don’t see major changes in the mirror so it felt AMAZING to get greeted like that! To be honest I’m kinda grinning while I’m typing because it’s still a feel good story for me.

I have definitely had my battles emotionally with food over the past couple months, but my victory yesterday and the reactions I received have given me a boost that I think I needed to kick it up a notch. I know this is going to be an ongoing journey, just as much mentally as it is physically, sometimes even more so, but I know I am up for the challenge!

 

 

6wk Post Surgery Update

updateSo much has happened since my RNY gastric bypass surgery 6 weeks ago. I thought I was pretty prepared for what I was in store for but I’m starting to think that I was wrong! I knew I’d lose weight, I knew that I’d have cravings that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy, I knew I’d have to workout and wouldn’t want to, I knew that I’d run into people who were jealous and spiteful, and I was ready for each of those things. However, I wasn’t ready for my taste buds to change. I wasn’t ready to be cold all of the time, I wasn’t ready to be so nauseous and I definitely wasn’t ready for my ass to hurt so damn much! I mean c’mon, its like I have no padding left, AT ALL! I guess its a good thing because it does get me up and moving more since sitting for any time at all makes my tailbone feel like its breaking through my rear end. Oh and chicken, I am so seriously sick of chicken. I have made it every possible way and now the very smell of it makes me sick to my stomach. AND speaking of smells…it’s like I have some super power now in the middle of my face. My nose has turned into this weapon that can sniff out the tiniest odor, pleasant or foul. I feel like the Beverly Hillbilly’s hound dog. Sheesh!

Things that I used to like, I can no longer stand. I used to love grape flavored drinks for example. Now, I can’t tolerate the smell of them let alone the taste, and it literally happened over night. Seriously! One day I was drinking a Powerade Zero grape flavored water enhancer. then when I got up the next morning to take my pills, I had some leftover from the night before. I went to take a sip, and gagged. *UGH* It was horrible. I couldn’t understand what was causing my nausea. So I put my sniffer to work, and sure enough, it was the grape drink! I got rid of everything grape flavored immediately.

It’s crazy how often I get nauseous. If it’s not smells, it’s foods, and there is NO rhyme or reason to it. Tums and Zofran have become new good friends of mine. I talked to the nurse at the office and she said that it is a pretty common thing that happens when transitioning from pureed to solid foods and should gradually subside. In the meantime, it’s definitely no fun!

Same thing with being cold all of the time. I used to keep the heat set on 67-68 degrees. Now I’m like a lil old lady with a throw on top of me all the time and the heat is set on 70-72! *WTF* I have no idea why this happens, but believe it, because it is true. However, I still sleep with a fan on regardless of the thermostat and outside temperature! I doubt anything will stop that from happening.

As of this past Tuesday I am down 45 lbs and feeling good overall. I weigh myself once a week, and take monthly pics to compare my progress. Already I am off insulin and my blood pressure is stabilized. I go to my GP on Monday and hope to get off some more medications. I will update more info on that once I know more, but so far so good as far as I am concerned.

YogaWhen it comes to working out, I have been going to this yoga class at my gym the past 2 weeks and am thinking about signing up for personal training lessons next month. I would have them once a week. I know that I probably should be going more often that I have been, but for me to be actually going at all is an accomplishment in itself. I have also been walking the neighborhood. My distance and time has been improving with each walk. My lil dog, Louie, sure does enjoy walking with me, but the weather has been crazy lately so hopefully we will be able to do more walks as it gets nicer out.

My knees have been holding up ok, but my shoulders have been a little sore since I’ve started yoga. Not sure if its because of the yoga or the weather. Either way they aren’t horrible, but I have noticed they are getting more sensitive. I might have to go back for some more cortisone shots soon. I am impressed though that I haven’t needed any NSAIDs like I thought I would, and since I cant take them anymore as a bariatric patient, it’s a relief that I haven’t needed them.

I have spent a lot of time finding a lot of recipes on Pinterest for low carb swaps and substitutes. I think I have found just about every cauliflower, wonton, spaghetti squash, sugar free or cloud bread recipe there is on there. I’m also following a lot of the keto recipes but not sure how I feel about high fat yet.

The best thing I have noticed since surgery is that I am not hungry all of the time. I was thinking the other day, I thought to myself; “I gave up all the carbs, I’ve dome damn good redoing all of my eating habits. I bet I could have done this on my own without surgery.” NOPE! No way! I was always hungry before, and now I’m not. Now 2-3oz of something and I’m full. Sometimes it doesn’t even take that much. That is thanks to Dr. Lahmann!

I am very fortunate to have a good support group around me. People who love me and want to see me succeed. I can’t express how much that helps and makes it easier to achieve my goals. I still have a long way to go but I have no doubts that I will get there. I’ve already decided that I am going to celebrate my one year surgiversary on a beach with my girls. Not quite sure where. Don’t really care about that, as long as my ass is in the sand with a drink in my hand and the sun on my face and my friends by my side!

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Best decision of my life

It’s been almost 2 weeks postop and although I’m still a lil sore, I feel great! Going for rny gastric bypass was the best decision of my life. My only regret was not getting it done 10 years earlier. 

I am sure many of you are curious how it was so let me take you on a walk of my surgery day and immediate recovery. Like I said in my previous blog, I had no real reference point to measure the level of pain against, so I was going into this pretty nervous. My surgery time was at 8am. I do remember my anesthesiologist and surgeon coming in the room to talk to me. Last thing I remember was my nurse saying it was ‘that’time. I said bye to my Mom and and friend Tina that were with me, and don’t remember a thing after that. When I woke up I was in recovery. I had abdominal cramps, was cold, was totally out of it. All I wanted was something for the pain. “GIMMIE MORE” I kept groaning. My poor nurse. I remember her giving me some kinda good foo foo juice through my IV and feeding me ice chips as she covered me with a heated blankie. AHHHHH, off to la la land I went. 

I woke up a lil while later as she was feeding me more ice chips, asking me how I felt. I told her it hurt. She put my dilaudid pain button in my hand, taught me how to use it and I thought the gates to Heaven had been opened! RELIEF! Sweet glorious relief! 

She informed me there was a wait on my room upstairs, but that she’d allow my Mom and friends to come back allowed see me if I wanted. Mom, Barb and Tina came back for a little while to visit and Barb took over feeding me ice chips. I wasn’t too coherent or the best conversationalist, but Ma did manage to pop off the pic of me giving her a thumbs up. Ma spoke to the surgeon that informed her I did great. He told her I was swearing at everyone. I guess I had a whole comedy routine while under anesthesia that I don’t remember one bit of, but apparently everyone loved it. Go figure, me cussing and cutting up, nahhh not me!  😡  Oops! I guess anesthesia is like alcohol, your real personality leaks out.

Later that night I was taken up to my room and I just rested. Dr. Lahmann’s nursing staff at Silver Cross Hospital was absolutely AMAZING! Accommodating, nurturing, efficient, patient, gentle, professional. I simply can’t say enough nice things about them. The patient’s rooms are like hotel suites complete with sleeper sofas, chair/ottomans, picture windows, 42″ flat careen TVs, recessed lighting. Amazingly comfortable! 

My surgeon, Dr. Lahmann, is the BEST! I can’t stress how important it is to research your doctor. I have researched this surgery since 2002. When I found him, I knew he was the one. He cares. He informs. He nurtures his patients. I belong to various boards on Facebook and it amazes me how many docs out there do this procedure and leave their patients to fend for themselves. They tell them what they need and leave it up to them to go get it, or more importantly, not get what they need. Dr. Lahmann educates you every step along the way. He has his own vitamins and protein powder that you can take so that malnutrition is never an issue. He never fat shames you. Never makes you to feel like you messed up your life. He stressed that you’re you’re a team. I simply adore him and the way he empowers me and the rest of his patients!

Thursday morning I woke up to the most amazing sunrise outside of my hospital window. It was the day I was going home. My discharge day. I was leaving with my new pouch, a new outlook on life, and this gorgeous sunrise solidified it all for me. I laid in my hospital bed, holding on to my bears (I got 2 teddy bears from some of my girls, 1 named Chip, after all the ice chips I ate, and the other named Bari, short for Bariatric) staring out, watching the colors change as the sun came up. Thanking God for getting me through this and for such a beautiful scene. I have a second chance, and I’m not taking this lightly. 

Since I’ve been home I’ve been sore, but each day has been better than the previous one. I still can’t sleep on my stomach or fully on my left side, but that’s ok. The incisions are all healing and closing fine without issue. I’ve decided to only weigh myself once once a week. So far I’m down 22lbs. as of 2/15/17. 

I am still on pureed foods and can’t wait to eat something that crunches! It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be though. I have been creative with the recipes, luckily I haven’t lost my desire to cook or play with foods. Even though I can only have 4oz…which works out to about 3-4 tablespoons HAHAHA! The brightside is that I no longer have that nagging hunger or constant need to snack feeling. I am so glad that’s gone. My blood sugar has leveled off and I haven’t used insulin since I started my preop diet, so WHOOT WHOOT! 

I definitely recommend this to anyone who’s on the fence. I even went with a friend to my doctor’s seminar last Wednesday because she’s considering the surgery. It is life changing. Hell, it’s life saving!!

The time has come!

The time has come!

This past Sunday was a memorable one for me. I chose to get baptized. I was baptized Catholic as a baby, as still hold my faith close to me. I currently attend a nondenominational Christian Church that I love, and had a very enlightening discussion with our Pastor about the differences between sprinkle, dunking, and immersion baptisms. I felt that at this time in my life (especially with my surgery happening) I wanted to reaffirm my relationship with Jesus, similar to a married couple renewing their vows. This is why I decided to make the choice to be baptised. I will never forget how I felt that day. Light as air, it was wonderful! Truly a blessed day.

Pictures from my Baptism 2/5/17

Tomorrow morning at 8am CST I join the loser’s bench when I go for my laparoscopic gastric bypass. I thought I’d be more nervous or anxious,  but I just feel ready.

Ready to take back my life, ready to not have worry about where I’m gonna sit. Ready to live with out pain in my knees when I walk. Ready to be healthy. Ready to lower my health risks…just ready for life!

I do have some nerves as far as the actual surgery. I like to think I have a relatively high threshold for pain, but let’s face it…I don’t have anything real to measure it against. I’ve never broken a bone, never had a surgery where they had to cut me open (or cut through muscle), never had a baby. This outta be interesting! 

I have stuck to my preop diet precisely. I’ve been logging all meals, glucose, BP, weight and exercise activities since October. I know I’m in the right mind set for this. I have done all the research I could do and have been cleared by my doctors. I have a fantastic support group around me of family and friends and Church. 

I know it won’t be easy, nothing worth having rarely ever is…I do however know it’s going to be worth it, and I’m ready…BRING IT ON!

I Got My Surgery Date!

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My laparoscopic gastric bypass with Dr. Lahmann has been scheduled for February 7th 2017. It will take place at BMI at Silver Cross Hospital in New Lenox, IL. I attend my class on January 17th and get my  lab work done the day after my birthday on Jan 25th. Looks like it’s a liquid diet for my birthday this year….and not the alcoholic kind either LOL What a phenomenal birthday gift!

There must be a thousand emotions coming over me in waves. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation, fear, sadness, happiness, relief, frustration, overload, panic…I am completely overwhelmed!!!

I sat alone in the living room tonight and felt a sense of panic come over me. 2 1/2 weeks until I start my liquid diet and 2 weeks from then until my surgery. 4 1/2 weeks until my life changes….FOREVER! I felt my stomach sink. Eyes welled with tears. Next thing I knew I had a plate of mac n cheese and 2 chicken thighs in front of me. What if I can’t do this? Lets face it, I’m fat for a reason. Diets have never been a strong suit of mine.

emotionalconfusionI really wish there were support groups similar to AA, but for weight loss surgery. A place you could go, and talk, and be around other people who feel the same way just do, so you don’t feel alone or so awkward with your emotions. Even if it were online, maybe through Skype. I did create a group on Facebook for my area but it is just getting started. We have a whopping 7 people right now.

It seems as though some people in my life don’t get the emotional connection to food and some people wanna talk me out of having the surgery all together. It’s very frustrating.

I’ve done extensive research on weight loss surgery since 2010. I’ve met with doctors and spoken with people who have had the surgery done. I’m gonna be 44 on January 24 and between my arthritis and other health issues I just know this is the route I need to go. I need to get the weight off so I can move easier and make going to the gym a more viable practice.

I know I can do this. I know this is last minute jitters. But its scary. I’ve had people come and go from my life. Money, jobs, cars, pets, anything I’ve loved. But food…food has always been there. That’s the sickness. That is what fit people…skinny people don’t get. They eat to live. They are able to pass a discounted cheesecake at the grocery store and not think twice. NOT ME! I’ll not only buy it, I will buy every last one they have! I mean c’mon people, it’s discounted cheesecake, what’s not to love, DUH! Sitting here typing this out I laugh, but I’m shaking my head because it’s true. Food, cooking, it’s a part of who I am. Will this surgery change that? Change me? It’s just so deep and some people just don’t get it. They can’t grasp it.

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Gramps & me play talking on bis new cordless phone; Christmas 1985

You know, its a good thing that nobody can see me as I do this blog…This is a pretty emotional one for me tonight. I’m on a total roller coaster ride. From the highest of highs being so excited of what’s to come, to crying in some pretty low lows doubting myself and being terrified of failure. Just a minute ago the song ‘Grandpa’ came on by The Judds and I fell apart. That was my song with my Gramps. I called him my Boompa. I always felt like he was my angel, my knight in shining armor when I was little. He was the man all others were to be measured against when I grew up. As soon as I heard the first note of the song the waterworks started. It was as if the gates were thrown open and there was no closing them now! I couldn’t stop the tears even if I tried. My poor lil dog Louie looked up at me, jumped up in my lap and tried to console me. I just sat there petting him, crying and singing…slowly coming to the realization that everything is going to be just fine.

You see, I got this. I know how to do this. I’ve been doing this for awhile already. It’s nothing new. I made up my mind a long time ago that this is what I wanted. What I needed.

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2017 is gonna be my year. I’m grabbing it by the balls and squeezing. I got this shit!

On your mark, Get set, GO!

Road Start!

My WLS journey has officially begun! Last Wednesday was my first appointment with Dr. Lahmann, my surgeon.  I really do like him. He is so straight forward but with a wonderful bed side manner. He gave me the checklist of what appointments need made and I’ve already tackled it with a vengeance. My breathing test is tomorrow. Chest x-ray was last Thursday, counseling starts tonight and cardiac clearance appointment is next Tuesday. (and exhale)

I don’t think I’ve been to so many doctors in my life! Get this; When I was in Dr. Lahmann’s office Wednesday morning, the girls were getting me all checked in, and she had me stand against the wall so she can measure My height. She says 59″. My mouth dropped and I felt my face get all scrunched up. WHAT?!? NO WAY!!! I’m at least 60″ I proclaimed quite loudly! She said, sorry Fran, you are actually an eighth of an inch under 59″, but I’m gonna give it to ya anyway. Oh gee, thanks! WTF! I shrunk! I’m 43, not 93! *UGH*

Which reminds me. Last week my endocrinologist sent me for fasting blood work. When I say blood work, I mean they took 7 vials. I was surprised I still had any blood left! I see the nurse practitioner in my endocrinologist’s office and she is very thorough. Yesterday I had a follow-up appointment with her to go over the results from the blood tests. in 2009 I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic. Nobody has ever questioned that diagnosis due to my weight and symptoms. She was the 1st person to run a test to see if my body produces insulin. The answer, nope it doesn’t. Which means I am a type 1 diabetic, not type 2. That’s the 2nd time this week I felt my face get all scrunchy. Kind of an out of the norm” diagnosis since most type 1 diabetics tend to be youths, and definitely not overweight adults like myself.

The other condition I see Alexis (my endocrinologist nurse practitioner) for is my thyroid. Again, you’d think being overweight, I’d have hypothyroidism, but you can take the odds to Vegas, I don’t ever fit the norm. Scrunchy face number three. I have hyperthyroidism. She is increasing my thyroid medication hoping to even my levels. She has also mentioned the possibility of graves disease. Unfortunately it’s it’s a waiting game. Increase meds. Wait. Draw blood. Wait. Change meds. Rinse & repeat.

It is the combination of my diabetes and thyroid that worry me about holding up my surgery. I know my heart and lungs will pass inspection. I’m just afraid that if there are issues getting my thyroid or A1C under control, it will prolong the surgery. Obviously, I want to be safe and have it done under the most healthy conditions as possible, but I am also anxious and don’t want to wait forever either.

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I have been diligently keeping track of my calories, weight, blood sugars, work outs, blood pressures and heart rates. I have already begun to feel my energy increase and dietary habits start to change. When it come to food, if I bite it – I write it. I try to go to the gym 3 times a week, but go at least twice. I’ve doubled my average daily steps and am also drinking more water. I know how important this is and realize it’s going to be a drastic lifestyle change.

A few days ago I made chicken fajitas with extra veggies. The following day, I came home from the gym starving. Went to the fridge, grabbed the salsa, sour cream and tortilla chips and plopped down in front of the TV. When I looked down, I knew I shouldn’t be eating it, so I got up, put a small amount of sour cream into a bowl with some salsa and sat back down. Feeling better that I had portion control I dipped a chip and ate it. Two seconds later, I got back up, still unsatisfied with what I was doing, grabbed my unflavored protein powder and mixed it into my dip. Convinced that I had now turned a bad choice into a good one, I sat back down, dipped and ate 2 chips and felt complete guilty. I actually felt guilt. I went back in the kitchen and traded the chips and salsa for baby carrots with light ranch. I couldn’t believe it. This was a monumental step for me. Wanna know what was even more significant? I actually enjoyed them more! They had the same crunch and I knew I wasn’t sacrificing my whole workout. It was in that moment, I knew I had this. I knew I could do it no matter what. With nobody watching I did the right thing on my own.

Look out world, Frannie’s growing up!

I know I have a very looooooong road ahead of me, but I am super confident that I can do this. I may be an inch shorter, but each day I am a step closer and a whole lot stronger.

Its my Blog-iversary!

 screenshot_2016-11-05-19-19-28-1Today’s WordPress notifications included a surprise *Pat On The Back* so to speak. It has been 5 years since I created this blog making it my blog-iversary! (insert party horns and confetti cannon here) 

November 5, 2011. Seems like a lifetime ago. I was in an 11 year relationship. Planning my 2nd wedding. Running a successful business on the Las Vegas strip with 2 locations, grossing 7 figures a year. I had lost 80 pounds and I was on top of the world.

I started this blog with the intentions  of documenting my weight loss and creating a space where I would be held accountable for my eating decisions. Immediately after creating this site, I received notice that my most lucrative location was having its lease pulled due to Casino construction (the Linq project). I obtained an attorney and fought as hard as I could. With several News broadcasts and mounting legal fees, I lost.

May 12, 2012 I got married, it was on our 12 year anniversary. I was floating on cloud 9. I believed things were finally looking up. Hoqever my world came violently crashing down 2 months later when I learned my husband was having an affair. I was crushed to the core. Utterly devastated.  She was an employee of ours and someone I thought was a friend. (not to mention she had the audacity to attend our wedding and my bachelorette party). I allowed myself to be a ping pong ball until October of 2013 when I finally had enough and moved home to Chicago.

Three months shy of my 41st birthday and I was living back home with my Mom. 2 failed marriages. A failed business. Lost weight, gained back. After 4 years of not smoking I had started again and blamed it on stress. For a full year I was in a catatonic state. Everything made me cry. Pictures, commercials, movies, TV, songs, holidays, EVERYTHING! I felt like I lost it all. I lost my husband, house, business, love, friends. HE was the one who fucked up. Why was I the one who had to suffer? It just wasn’t fair in my book. It has taken me these past 4 years to be able to even type this without sobbing. I’ve never carried a desire for revenge.I’ve learned to forgive. 

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I bring that up because when I was going through all of it, I thought this blog would be therapeutic. I believed it would help me cope. The problem was, I could never bring myself to actually type the words. I thought, if I were to put it in writing, if I actually wrote it down and published it, it would make it real. People would know. I wouldn’t be able to hideaway in the fantasy place I had created in my mind. As long as I didn’t make it public, I could stay cocooned. I liked it like that. I created a happy place. A place where I was still loved and where things were still the same. Where I could look at pictures and the people were the same, even though they had all changed.

Along the way I took small steps. I sold my wedding bands. Deleted him and his pictures from Facebook. Went back to my maiden name. Even tried dating.

What a fiasco that was. I had been separated & living in different states for almost 3 years when I was forced back into the dating pool by some friends of mine. They were thoroughly fed up with me sitting home one the weekends and crying to RomComs. I even tossed around the idea to use this blog as a ‘What happens when you have a  POF profile’. However those stories became a little too embarrassing for my own good. If I didn’t have people who actually knew me as followers I would have had no issue moving forward, but WOW, even the select few I told the stories to blushed. Ive made the decision to withdraw my profile on the couple of websites I had joined. Dating has just changed so much from when I was last single in 1999. Whatever happened to just getting an introduction for a face to face meeting from your friends cousin’s roommate?

So here we are, present day. I quit smoking back in February, joined the fitness center 2 months ago and lost 17 pounds so far. I received cortisone shots in both shoulders and knees. My flexibility and mobility has improved tremendously as a result. On November 9th I have an appointment with my bariatric surgeon to get the ball rolling. There simply are not words to express my excitement.

fb_img_1477665839789I’ve read fellow bloggers posts regarding their surgeries and its pure inspiration. I keep a notebook next to my chair along with my laptop. Whenever I see something that I want to ask my surgeon, or something that needs to be added to my preparation list, I jot it down. I want to be sure to plan ahead. Use the advice of others who have been through the process.

Looking back at everything I have been through over the past 5 years, and lifetime in general, I am more ready for this next chapter of my life than ever. Documenting my journey along the way. Life has knocked me down more times than I can count, showed me things I have never wanted to see, but one thing always remains true; weebles wobble but don’t fall down!