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My new puppy is so cute -- I can't wait to bring her home for Rocky to meet.  She is only 4 and 1/2 weeks old.  I'll be able to bring her home next month.  She will be solid gold with black mask, ears & tail.  I think it's going to be great having two dogs.  Rocky loves to play with other dogs, so I think he will adjust well.  He'll have another dog to run around with!

  Happily, I have become less obsessed with my weight!  Went to the doctor's last week - I guess everything is OK, cause I haven't gotten a call about anything abnormal in the blood work.  I feel great, and maintaining this weight loss feels pretty comfortable.  There's kind of been a lot going on in my life right now - not bad, just VERY busy, especially at work.  AND I'm getting a new baby - puppy that is.  Rocky will have a little baby sister to play with next month.  I'm quite excited!  Rocky passed his canine good citizen and therapy dog test.  (I'm so proud of us!)
 Back to weight - I am fluctuating between 117 and 119, and it feels like a good weight to me.  (There's a part of me that secretly wants to be thinner, but I know that's just crazy, cuz I look pretty good.) I'm happy and healthy - that's what important!

Well, I guess I spaced out my Surgiversary  ---  April 1st.  I'm still at 119.8, and quite happy.  I am officially thin - and I LOVE IT!  I'm wearing a size 4 or 6.  I'm still working very hard to get my protein in --  I guess that will always be a struggle.  I was on a bit of a candy kick  --  now Easter's over, so no more candy!  (Unfortunately, sweets don't seem to bother me at all!)  Well, not much more to say -- life is good!

  Just when I had reconciled myself that I was probably all done losing ---  I start losing agains!  I can't lie, this makes me HAPPY!  I don't want to be anorexic, but it would be amazing to actually have to need to gain a few pounds.  Anyway, my doctor had said that I would likely lose a few more pounds before I'm done, and that would be fine.  So, I'm doing the happy dance today....

I'm pretty happy with things right now.  I was 124 on the doctor's scale.  I am right in the middle of the normal b.m.i. for my height.  They are happy with my progress, and I am super healthy.  I'm not going to stress or try to lose more weight.  I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.  They said I will probably still lose a few more pounds, and that's OK it I do, but I'm fine at this weight.  I go back again in May.

I had to put my cat to sleep today.  Callie was pretty little long haired calico diva.  I got her when she was a kitten, and she was only 11 years old.  She was feisty, but lovable on her own terms.  She gave head butts and kisses, and her favorite sleeping spot was on someones chest.  Two weeks ago we noticed she wasn't eating much.  It got worse.  We took her to the vet and Thursday and they did blood work.  They thought it could be worms and prescribed medicines and antibiotics.  Instead of improving, she got much worse.  When I brought her in this morning for re-check, they re-tested her and her blood work had gotten real bad.  The vet could now feel a large mass in her stomach.  Together with the test results, they felt she had a tumor; probably on her liver or spleen.  The kindest thing to do was to put her to sleep.  It was very peaceful, and they were very kind.  I'm so sad.  Cats are different from dogs.  They are quiet, and don't demand much attention, but when they go, they leave a big empty spot in your heart.  I miss seeing her curled up on a chair.  I don't think I'll be getting another cat.  I lost my Max three years ago when he was hit by a car.  I was a mess -- he was only three years old.  At least Callie had a relatively long and very happy life.  Goodbye, Callie -- I miss you.

Well I must be officially stalled.  Maybe I've hit my own personal ideal weight.  I'm pretty happy with the way I look and feel, but it bugs me not to hit the goal.  I'm still 2 months away from the 1 year surgiversary, so it ain't over yet, but pretty close.  I go to see Dr. Lautz on Thursday.  We'll see what he thinks.

No more stall!  The weight is still bouncing -- I'm not sure what to put on my chart.  On Thursday morning I had dropped to 120.8, - was 121.8 yesterday and 122.4 today.  It's very strange the way my weight bounces around for no apparent reason.  I'm thinking it might be related to my salt intake.  I was on a canned turkey chili kick for a week, and the scale went up three pounds.  I read something in someone's post about the canned turkey chili being super high in sodium.  I'm going to keep trying to limit my sodium.  I was always a HEAVY salt eater -- since the surgery I find it much easier to do without the salt.  I have just about stopped adding salt to food on my plate.  I can't really get around the salt in the canned turkey chili --  I really like it, it's fast and easy, and it's loaded with protein.  I guess I just can't rely on it if I want to control my sodium intake.

I AM still losing weight, though.  I wore a dress yesterday that I bought about a month ago.  The way the dress fit, the bust (of all things) was tight.  I bought it anyway because I liked it and wore it unbuttoned at the top with a camisole underneath.  I hadn't worn it for several weeks; when I put it on yesterday, it fit just fine in the bust.  (Well, maybe a little tight, but the buttons were not straining or anything, so it was OK)  I was able to wear it all buttoned the way it's supposed to be worn.

Well, worse than a stall -- I did see the 123.8 two weeks ago, but haven't seen it since. I was 124.8 this morning; one day last week it was 127!!! --  I think the scale must be flaky.  I know, I know -- weight fluctuates.  Maybe this is where I'm destined to stay.  I can live with that I guess.  If I have plastic surgery, I'd probably lose a few more pounds of skin.  But I REALLY want to get down to my goal weight of 111. 

Part of it may be the lack of exercise.  I haven't been to the gym, and outside of dancing and walking the dog, I haven't been as active as I was before.  But I DON'T CARE! I don't feel like going to the gym, I don't want to go and I'm not going to go.  It's too cold and yucky out for long walks - I'll get back to that ( and running too ) when the weather gets better.  So I suppose I should just put on my big girl pants and stop whining about the stall.  When I'm ready to put the effort into exercise, I'll probably be rewarded with more weight loss.  And who knows, I may just get on the scale tomorrow and have lost 2 or 3 pounds!