I am finally beginning to really enjoy my new body. Yesterday I went shopping...clothes shopping. I used to hate shopping with a passion. I had a great time! Thanks to a bunch of unused gift cards, I got two new bras and 3 new shirts, and still have money left for next time. I was giddy in the dressing room. Every time I looked in the mirror I had this stupid grin on my face. I took an armload of shirts in with me to try on. It's a good thing I did. They were all the same size, but one was too small, and two were too big. Too big. Imagine that! I ended up with only two shirts in that store. Also, I purchased my very first....wait for it...Victoria's Secret bra. Finally! Up until now the only thing that fit me in that store was the perfume/lotion! Unfortunately, I didn't try that bra on, and it's just a smidge to small. No one likes boob spillage in the front. So I'm taking it back, and will try on either a larger cup size or a different bra altogether. Turns out it is a demi bra, and let's face it, I'm not a demi bra kind of figure.
By the way, I heart Kohl's. I found a Chaps sweater for $15 (originally $50) and a Chaps long-sleeve shirt for $30 (originally $60). My other shirt came from Burlington Coat Factory, and was another good deal. $9.99 when it was originally $35. I didn't buy anything that wasn't on sale, with the exception of the Victoria's Secret bra.
I didn't do any shopping for jeans. I have been getting them used on ebay, due to my ever-shrinking waistline. I have two pair en route currently, and can't wait to get them.
Now I'm off to the kitchen. I'm going to do my first-ever brisket, as well as some baking. I'm in the mood for cookies. You?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Happy Birthday to Me, I'm as Old as Can Be...
OK, not really, but I started singing that the other night on our way to my birthday dinner, and it's been stuck in my head ever since. I have a tendency to make up my own songs a lot, especially for the kids' benefit.
Since my birthday has just passed, I've been eating out a lot. Birthday lunches, birthday dinners, birthday cake (did someone say cake?!) We celebrate birthday weeks around here, not just days. My birthday fell on a Thursday, and I was taken to lunch by my mother and sister. French onion soup and a chicken quesadilla. Mmmm. Worked for me! Saturday brought another lunch with my mom, on our way to go grocery shopping. I had breakfast...an egg and a piece of raisin toast with a smidge of bacon. No troubles! Saturday night my husband and I went to dinner. I had the seafood dinner special, which consisted of 1/2 lb. of snow crab legs, a piece of broiled haddock, and 2 (yes, 2) deep fried shrimp with red-skinned mashed potatoes. That was ok, because deep fried doesn't work for me but I think I can eat it anyway. I did end up having to stop on the side of the road and throw up, but I don't know if it was the crab, the deep fried shrimp, or the fact that I just ate too much. Maybe it was the combo of food and 1/2 a glass of wine. Regardless, lesson learned!
Sunday was the last day of my birthday week. We went to my parents' house and had chili (we all pretty much love Mom's chili) with corn bread and garlic bread, and at my request my sister brought an ice cream cake. A Snickers ice cream cake, to be exact. Boy was it good! After I had it though, I started to get sweaty and a little nauseous. Too much sugar. But that feeling quickly passed, and it was worth it anyway.
Now, back to reality. Healthy, homecooked meals. Not to say Mom's chili wasn't healthy, but the ice cream cake that followed sure wasn't! But before all that good home cooking, I have to clean this place. It never fails to amaze me how the less time we spend at home, the messier the house is. How does it get messy when there is no one here to mess it up? Party gnomes? Regardless, the little stinkers don't clean up after themselves, so that's what I'll be doing today. There is no school this week, so maybe I can get my girl to help....hey, miracles happen every day, right?
Since my birthday has just passed, I've been eating out a lot. Birthday lunches, birthday dinners, birthday cake (did someone say cake?!) We celebrate birthday weeks around here, not just days. My birthday fell on a Thursday, and I was taken to lunch by my mother and sister. French onion soup and a chicken quesadilla. Mmmm. Worked for me! Saturday brought another lunch with my mom, on our way to go grocery shopping. I had breakfast...an egg and a piece of raisin toast with a smidge of bacon. No troubles! Saturday night my husband and I went to dinner. I had the seafood dinner special, which consisted of 1/2 lb. of snow crab legs, a piece of broiled haddock, and 2 (yes, 2) deep fried shrimp with red-skinned mashed potatoes. That was ok, because deep fried doesn't work for me but I think I can eat it anyway. I did end up having to stop on the side of the road and throw up, but I don't know if it was the crab, the deep fried shrimp, or the fact that I just ate too much. Maybe it was the combo of food and 1/2 a glass of wine. Regardless, lesson learned!
Sunday was the last day of my birthday week. We went to my parents' house and had chili (we all pretty much love Mom's chili) with corn bread and garlic bread, and at my request my sister brought an ice cream cake. A Snickers ice cream cake, to be exact. Boy was it good! After I had it though, I started to get sweaty and a little nauseous. Too much sugar. But that feeling quickly passed, and it was worth it anyway.
Now, back to reality. Healthy, homecooked meals. Not to say Mom's chili wasn't healthy, but the ice cream cake that followed sure wasn't! But before all that good home cooking, I have to clean this place. It never fails to amaze me how the less time we spend at home, the messier the house is. How does it get messy when there is no one here to mess it up? Party gnomes? Regardless, the little stinkers don't clean up after themselves, so that's what I'll be doing today. There is no school this week, so maybe I can get my girl to help....hey, miracles happen every day, right?
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| My Snickers ice cream cake...yum! |
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Another Revelation (or "Food I Can't Eat #23")
The Italian in me is crying. She has her fists raised to the sky, moaning "Why, God? Why?" The voice she is hearing probably isn't God though. It is saying, "Because up until recently, your large ass could have been mistaken for the broad side of a barn." I'm thinking God isn't quite that truthful.
Why the drama? Because today I discovered one more food I can't eat. Spaghetti. Angel hair, to be exact. I'm going to add it to the list, to include all pastas that are similiar: linguini, vermicelli, etc. etc. We had dinner at my parent's house tonight, and my mom made an amazing seafood dish with a light tomato and wine sauce that she served over angel hair. Shortly after finishing, I made my first trip to the bathroom. It was all angel hair that came up. Same with trip number two. The third time occurred on the way home, and it too was all angel hair. So. Enough of that. It was physically painful to have in my stomach. Once I finally got rid of it all, I was good to go.
Sorry you had to find out this way, Mom. I didn't want you upset while I was there. What is it they say? "It's not you, it's me." In this case, totally true.
Luckily, the Italian whiner inside can find solace in the fact that other pastas work out just fine. So bring it on, I'm ready.
Why the drama? Because today I discovered one more food I can't eat. Spaghetti. Angel hair, to be exact. I'm going to add it to the list, to include all pastas that are similiar: linguini, vermicelli, etc. etc. We had dinner at my parent's house tonight, and my mom made an amazing seafood dish with a light tomato and wine sauce that she served over angel hair. Shortly after finishing, I made my first trip to the bathroom. It was all angel hair that came up. Same with trip number two. The third time occurred on the way home, and it too was all angel hair. So. Enough of that. It was physically painful to have in my stomach. Once I finally got rid of it all, I was good to go.
Sorry you had to find out this way, Mom. I didn't want you upset while I was there. What is it they say? "It's not you, it's me." In this case, totally true.
Luckily, the Italian whiner inside can find solace in the fact that other pastas work out just fine. So bring it on, I'm ready.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Six Months
Six months post-op. Life is good. I had my six month check up recently. I have lost 58% of my excess body fat. I'm down 83 lbs. and from a size 26 to a 16. I still have a little ways to go, but all in all I'm happy with my success so far. My blood pressure blew me away at that visit. This is the first time in over 10 years without medication, and it was borderline low: 106/68. My pulse was 64. It used to run in the 80s-90s, sometimes higher. I did get my hand slapped though, because my iron level is low and I'm borderline anemic. Why the hand slapping, you ask? Well, because it's my own fault. I started having a hard time taking my vitamins (they are HUGE), so I stopped. I don't know, I guess I thought I was going to be able to maintain my levels without the vitamins. Clearly not. So I got an order for bloodwork in another 3 months, to make sure my iron is back where it should be. Also, I have to drink more fluids. My labs showed that my kidney function is a little down. I don't have to go back for 6 months though, and that is ok with me!
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