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so after getting a speech about my "SLOW" weightloss from my surgeon, I decided to not blog until I weighed under 240.  Well I am hoovering at 241.

I have done everything in my power to aid my weightloss and nothing. So I am back to blogging.  For now it may only be my frustrations at this point.

Fay

So I was thinking we (all of us) ahould do a calendar shoot.  You read it correctly.  Why the hell not.  We are working hard to inprove ourselves we may as well flaunt it (we ready). 

I should have went to mass forgive me Father, I am about to sin!


Fay

 On the 17th it will be 3 months since I had surgery.  I can really complain since my sleeve has done its part.  I am not real good about exercising, primarily because of my joint issues.  BTW, I stopped wearing the boot prematurely on purpose.  Had enough of that damn thing, plus not helping my Achilles.

My eating has been emotional at times.  For the most part I eat the right stuff.  I have had my share of human moments involving Cheetos and I own those too.  The plus is that I DON'T feel like I am dieting and I don't really deprive myself.  I do limit the quantity and so does my sleeve.

I am getting close to 50pounds lost and would like to get there by the 17th.  Need a 5 pound miracle to make it happen.  

I plan  on exercising regularly starting next week.  I have to be a bridesmaid for my cousin in a month.  I am not sure what is worst, wearing a ridiculous dress or being 43 and a maid of honor (I have been called worst).

Next month I also turn 43 and I would like to feel better in my skin that I do now.  On the plus side my BMI is officially lower than my age.  I remember when the (BMI and age) were both 27 ... long time ago. I digress... for my birthday I would like to be simply OBESE ( not super or morbid).  

If I gotta be 43 I may as well look damn good doing it - my motto

Home sick with a sinus infection.  The good part is I lost a pound.  I know I said I would not weigh myself for a while, but I lied.  The scale is like crack to me...cant stay away for long.

I wonder how may calories are burned by blowing ones nose...I am either losing weight while sick or i blew out some brain matter.  Either way a pound is a pound

Fay

maybe thats the reason I cant get back on the damn wagon.  Is it that my ass is too big and cant fit?  Or is it that the wagon is not strong enough to support the said wide ass?

I am struggling in the worst way... insert tears.  I cant quite get going.  Maybe my body has forgotten how to be thin...its been 2 decades.

I have been light-headed a lot lately.  The doctor says i nee to eat more often...blah blah blah!

I am gonna keep trying though.  I am an against the odds type of person.  Two words you wont hear me say is "I quit".


Sad, still fat and tempted by cheetos

Fay

has been my sport of choice these days.  I generally have a positive outlook but lately its been a struggle.  I dont expect every day to feel like a holiday, but damn (yes that is the end of my thought). 

So I am working on it...boot (bullshit orthodic) and all.  I wont be weighing my self until my 3 month checkup on the 17th.  That could be good or bad.  Hopefully I would have had some loss.  On the plus side my doctors office has windows that do not open (so if things dont go well I cant jump out).  I wonder if someone tried it before and that is why the windows are inoperable?  Hmmmm!

So I have 2 weeks to set my ass free (well the excess fat parts).  I know its no small feat, BUT if they can find Osama Bin Liden, I should be able to loose some damn weight, right?

Fay

sounds like a children's book, instead it is my Sunday night off the wagon story.  The sugar made me feel intoxicated and sick.  I go up this morning feeling like I went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.  I can barely get in a protein shake. 

I have had a LONG love affair with ice cream.  My parents ran an ice cream shoppe for many years.  Maybe I should have gone with some Bryers sugar free vanilla, but I wanted Cold Stone and I got it and everything that came with it.

My day will be spent trying to find and re-mount the wagon of sleeve weight-loss.  I may even reinforce the wagon doors so that getting off it is not so easy....I got a plan!


Fay

I am back to designing my line of Stall Voodoo Dolls.  I am trying to come up with some names for them.  I am considering Fatima the lil Bitch.  You can stick pins in where you want her to lose weight.

 When I get skinny you all are gonna have to ask me to wear more clothes.  After all of this I just assume let it ALL HANG OUT.  Hopefully my saggy breast wont make me trip and fall


Fay

my prince will come or I will be thin.  I am thinking the odds are about the same

I saw something interesting in the mirror today...it was a glimpse of slim Fay. Ok, just my NECK was thin, but its a start right? Its been a good decade since I saw her.  Thankfully I have a few photos or I may not have recognized her.

That is one skinny, beautiful NECK