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Still Learning My Tummy

Today my husband and I needed to run by the big and tall shop to get him some new skivvies. He has done incredibly well since his surgery in August, and it was finally time for him to get some new chonies as his old ones were starting to look like tennis skirts.  Next to the store is a Weight Watchers office–ever so strategically placed, I’m sure.  Seeing the office there stirred ire in me and I snapped this photo:

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F you, Weight Watchers. You failed me multiple times on multiple levels.

I will have to spend some time writing about how much I truly detest the way WW does things, knowing what I know now about my own biology, the complex forces that drive hunger, and how my body handles weight loss.

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Post-Op Week 9 Progress Report, Meal Plans for the Week and Post #100!

Today is two months post-op.  Life has been quite the ride since the morning of July 8.

Two months ago, I went into the hospital with a sense of calm and peace about what I was about to ask a surgeon to do to my body.  I went into the hospital with a heart swollen with hope that I would finally be able to have good health and a shot at living a long life with my husband, family and friends.

Two months later, here is the result.

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Food Funerals and Last Meals: Breaking Up is Hard to Do

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One of the last regular meals I’ve eaten today: tacos al carbon at a local Mexican restaurant.

Today is T-minus 3 days and counting until I begin my pre-op diet.  I’m beginning it a week early, as the week I am supposed to begin it I will be teaching workshops to adults.  As I told my teaching partner, “I’d rather not be in carb withdrawal and bitchy while I’m trying to teach these people!”  So I’m going to start a week early to get the withdrawal out of my system.  I figure it can’t hurt anything to begin a week early, and whatever I can do to lose a little more weight before surgery will be a good thing for both me and my surgeon.

But before I start the first stage of the next stage of the rest of my life, I decided that I wanted to have a few “last meals” so to speak.

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