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Last weekend, I got into size 18 pants!  That hasn't happened since my spohomore year of college, and I was on Phen-Fen then!  I bought 3 pair.  I know, ordinarily not a good idea, but they're drawstring so I figure I can wear them for a while just by tightening that.

Surgery was, for the most part, a breeze.  I had an asthma attack coming out of the anesthesia, and then a panic attack because my brain hadn't fully re-entered the real world.  There I was, gasping for air, and telling myself, "You're in a hospital.  They aren't going to let you die."  Still, it was scary for a few minutes.  But, I went home the same day, and really needed very few pain meds.  I went back to work after 2 weeks.

I've lost 15 lbs. since the surgery, and I'm a little freaked out - aren't I supposed to be in "bandster hell" right now?  I'm trying to just take it as it comes, I guess I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'm really not doing well with my protein intake.  I can't find a drink that I can even tolerate!  The smell, oh the horrible, awful smell.

I'm glad it's almost the weekend - I really don't like my job.  I work in state government, and I stay because of the bennies, and because of the (theoretical) promotion potential.  I'm still waiting for that part.  I've applied for 12 promotions in the last 12 months, and been passed over for all of them.  That's one of the reasons I wanted WLS - I really think that at least in a few of those, it was my appearance (weight) that made them choose the other person.  Discrimination blows.

Wow, this post started really positive and ended really negative.  I guess it's just the way it goes on a Friday.