Here's a gratitude list for today, Saturday, December 12, 2015 The hernia makes it hard for me to look normal, right now, but that will be fixed hopefully over the summer. So it is about being comfortable, about being healthy, about not standing out in a crowd. The one who can't get up off the sofa that's four inches from the floor without help the diabetic. I don't want to be that obese person that people think it's okay to belittle and laugh at in public. So when my favorite jeans felt a little tight a few days ago, I panicked a bit.I don't want to go back. That said, putting on a size 16 jeans, or a seat-belt, or crossing my legs, not wondering if I'll fit into a restaurant booth, all of that? I like it. I put on a cheap CZ eternity ring I have today as a sort of "magic underwear" to keep the wolves at bay.Īt 5'10" and "big boned" (really), at 300+ pounds, I was imposing. I feel vulnerable in public especially from strange men who make it a point to see if I'm wearing a wedding ring. Sometimes I miss my big heavy body, like when I'm trying to open a heavy door or pick up a heavy box, I no longer have the ability. The answer is sort-of two-fold: Yes, I did do it primarily to be healthy.
Sometimes I questioned if I really believed that or if I were simply fooling myself. YOu know, I had this WLS in order to be healthier. Of course it means a carb detox, but.whatever. The fallout hasn't been too bad in terms of GI distress and weight gain. Not compared to what I ate as an obese person, but definitely more than I would as a post-op DS person. "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, JIngle All the Way." I'm getting back into the swing of things.I told myself if I get caught up on homework today, I can have a slice of the best pizza in the world.MC has his mojo back after that disastrous last novel. So I used the time to sort and put stuff away, throw it away, or ready it to go to storage, and read Micheal Connelly's The Crossing. My group did not meet yesterday, otherwise I'm on campus every day. My writing classes have been divided into small workshop groups. I used yesterday-no class for me-as a 'just for me' day.Do I really own that many fucking shoes?!!.My minimalist tidy apartment looks like a bomb went off.Things got broken as they do when he handles them.My husband brought up (most of) the rest of my belongings this week.They also talked me into a 10" tablet computer for $1- and only $10/mo. I've been invited to do some official writing for the university.I'm taking two creative writing classes fiction and non-fiction.I use my Kindle to access resources in-class, and as required by the Prof. I had a class scare the shit out of me so I dropped it.She sent me to an excellent shrink who upped my anti-depressant.I had one sustained, two week meltdown.
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I got Internet At Home! And all network TV on cable (it would cost more to have Internet by itself than a "package" with TV.I took the world's worst student ID photo.I burned through money like a wildfire.I lived in Motel 6 for 16 days.Good times.That night I packed up the van and started my move to Northern California from Victorville(ish area), CA.
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