Shopping for a prom dress is never fun. Nope. Never. No.
At least that's the impression I have always had.
I have been through three prom dress purchases with my own girls (and two of my own) -- and I'll tell you -- it would simply be a lot easier to slide into a size __ (...after trying on countless!) rather than having to dig through a vvveeerrrrrry limited number of plus-sized dresses and only getting to try on one or two. All the girls in the dressing room are picking up size zeroes and twos and fours and some are in tears about needing to get the dresses altered to fit - because - they're just too big. I am looking around at a sea of teenagers ALL. WEARING. THE. SAME. COLOR. (they always do this) and wonder why it's such a big deal. (I know, because it's the PROM. And YOU HAVE TO. We all - mostly? - do it.)
After getting measured, we find that she's *exactly* a size __ and we ordered the dress she wanted out of the catalog. It was a bit disheartening to think that the prom is this year - and she doesn't get the chance to do it next year in senior year when she might be post-surgery. It would be kind of cool to slither into a smaller size, she knows that. Someone will need to get married or something so we can all get fancied up in a year.
SO ANYWAY. We put $100 down, and have to pay the balance when it comes in. Let's hope it fits! She matches the EXACT MEASUREMENTS of the dress, sooooo......
As many of you -- I have had lower back pain for years, and in my normal Beth way I have ignored it or (...don't tell anyone!) medicated it with NSAIDS off and on, and heat, and exercise, and stretching. AND GOD DAMN IT, IT HURTS.
NSAID use is contraindicated in gastric bypass patients as it can cause serious ulcers. I started popping them like candy recently. No. good.
The back pain comes in cycles and never really goes away. It gets to the point where I cannot ignore it and I am currently in a Flare Of I Cannot Sit Down Or Sleep Or Lay Down And Nothing Feels Right EXCEPT getting on my knees in 'downward dog' position. When I describe it to other people they chime in with "Yep. I live this."
I had my husband take me to the urgent care MD on the weekend for X-Rays. They show disc degeneration. No surprise. I suppose after ignoring it -- plus a few years of massive obesity, plus four pregnancies, losing all of the weight plus eating haphazardly and vitamin-deficiencies, it shouldn't be a surprise.
I was prescribed an anti-epileptic drug instead of a pain-medicine, at my request because I do not want to be sedated, and that I am epileptic.
Although as the doctor was describing the medication's side effects to me, he explained that it might cause "sedation, dizziness," and I stated, "... that it isn't like I do anything important anyway, I'm not using heavy machinery as it is."
I do not know that he got my seizure humor.
I don't feel much relief from a few days of this added medication -- and I do not feel that it will be of help to the pain, but there are more options. I think that I will need to use exercise somehow, because this, just isn't working.
I have also been extraordinarily "lazy" (in Beth terms) in the last 30 days -- with very little gym time. Calorie Control.org doesn't have a setting for extraordinarily lazy - but if they did - or a setting for extraordinarily lazy post bariatric patient who eats 1200-1400 calories per day, that would be me.
PS. I'm not really that lazy, but, I am not about to own running half-marathons up in this bitch, because, no.
I suspect that as soon as I get back into a routine at the gym (... school is out and it's hot and we are whiny) that one or two things will happen:
I will see a bounce up because "YAY! MUSCLE!" Or my trend down will start again - although as it has been - very slowly. I still have body-fat to lose while I grow/gain muscle which I desperately need. Either option is fine with me. I have no goal, other than health with no stress in doing so.
Welcome to the apathetic non-diet plan for WLS'ers.
150 patients returned to the Southcoast Center for Weight Loss Saturday for a reunion as the group marked its own milestone: 3,500 patients since Dr. Rayford Kruger launched the unit nine years ago.It is now the largest and busiest bariatric surgery program in New England, with three surgeons who perform about 650 procedures at Wareham's Tobey Hospital a year.
I am wondering if someone out there is holding a voo doo doll of me and hastily stabbing pins everywhere but in me. Quit it. You're missing the target.
We are wrapping up the end of March over here with the third (..fourth?) major life-changing event of 2013.
I thought that if I did not blog about the first (...as much as I have wanted to, I was told no and I have been SCREAMING on the inside! Still. AM. :x) or second (more?) that these things would not occur in threes or more but they do. I still haven't written, much at all actually.
Currently - my father is sitting in the Beth Israel Deaconness Medical Center in Boston, MA awaiting a Triple Bypass Heart Surgery on Friday morning after two RED FLAG WARNINGS that landed him in the ER.
11 years ago, he had a stent placed after a mild heart-attack. These warnings (DO NOT IGNORE YOUR HEART, PEOPLE!) happened just after he lost his job and likely stress was of no help.
What is a Triple Bypass?
When one of the heart's arteries gets blocked and a person has a heart attack, one common procedure is to perform heart surgery and sew in a new piece of blood vessel to bridge over (bypass) the blockage. In many cases, the surgeon will fix not only the immediate problem, but also other arteries on the heart that are starting to look blocked. If the surgeon repairs three of the arteries, it is called a triple bypass. If four arteries are repaired, it's a quadruple bypass.
He's losing weight rapidly while in the hospital. He had lost weight in a medically-supervised plan with his physician's office just prior to this event, but now he's busted into the 200's.
He's off the nicotine, and mentioned that the nurses kept trying to slip him nicotine-patches and he doesn't crave them. It's been nearly a week, smoke-free! This is a huge deal. Hopefully after surgery and rehab he can maintain living smoke-free, he's done it before.
I am glad to know I have been celebrating appropriately for a day I did not know existed. I might even take it a step further and hit @starbucks later for additional celebration Or, a celebratory CLICK? Perhaps.
Today is Mr's last day of work. I don't know if I mentioned anything (did I?) because it seems ludicrous considering he just got this job, I know. But, he resigned.
The company was extraordinarily nice to him about it, asked if there was anything they could do to make him stay, and he had to really, really think it over. This has been quite a process. Please note, he's not crazy. He is actually just going back to his former job, but in a different location seeing as they had to replace him.
Why? From where I sit, I know that a big part of it is truly the commute. He went from a job in the town WE LIVE IN to a very large town more than one hour away with traffic. He was used to getting up and going to work just a few miles away, to getting up and leaving early and getting home late. I told him he was crazy to take it in the first place, even if he money seemed better, it all washes out.
I know lots of Moms + Dads commute and work far away from home, and work long hours, so apparently he was spoiled and it's not like he's making millions to make it worth being away 24/7.
I tell you right now that if I landed a job say....pimping out dark chocolate!? in the city, for $XX,XXX a year, I would haul MY sorry arse to the train station at 5am if I had to, and I know lots DO, and that's why they have the big shiny houses not bought from a foreclosure sale, childcare and Range Rovers, too. ;)
Meet the Real Housewives of Massachusetts, right here.
He also got used to the opportunity to get HOME at the drop of a hat if I needed him, and the fact that I did not drive for a year, I really needed him to be available to get a sick kid, etc. And, it's always a reality here...
I am sure I told you about the police coming to my house because I did not answer the PHONE last month or so? Yeah, well. That happened, and he couldn't get me by phone, email or checking in, so... he thought I had a seizure and died.
Other than the obvious -- I think he was a bit underwhelmed or bored? The thing is he needs to be busy -- and like projects and troubleshooting. Sitting in a big, old-fashioned style bank, I think he was twiddling his fingers waiting for things to go wrong. (I know, it sounds nuts.) Consider the location, he should have been thankful he wasn't taken hostage, but he's got a few hours left.
So. It's over, and things are left on a good note. He starts back to his old company on Monday, everything will be the same just with a new location and staff. After things get sorted out, he will be back to writing his own schedule and perhaps being available to us more, again. It does work out a bit favorably, with a match in the pay he took to leave, and cutting the commute down, he's increasing his income. With him working where he was, there was NO way I could consider taking on anything even part time (unless the above situation happened) but with this one, there's at least a slight opportunity. Of course it's pretty unlikely with no extraneous child-care, but, I like to know that I have a LITTLE bit of time to consider it, you know... if the Willy Wonka company calls me.
Itâs all well and good to visit the past if it serves as a way to
learn valuable lessons that make life more meaningful. Unfortunately,
most people act as if they are prisoners of their pasts. Albert Ellis,
a renowned expert in the field of cognitive behavioral therapy, coined
a phrase I absolutely love. He calls getting stuck in what-ifs
â âshould-ing on yourself.â
I should have gotten a different job. I should have married someone
else. I should exercise more, eat better, and on and on. If you can
relax and stop âshould-ing on yourself,â youâre going to enjoy life
Here are some steps to help you live more in the here and now:
â Whenever you get caught up in thinking about what you should have
done, stop and think about what a waste of energy that is. You canât go
back and redo it, because that period of time has passed. As long as
youâre still breathing, thereâs a possibility that you can do it now.
However, if you have no intention to follow through, give it up and
â Buy yourself a whip and keep it handy. Every time you start to
drown yourself or others in âshould,â grab the whip and give yourself a
good beating. Youâre already self-flagellating, so why not literally do
â Keep a âshouldâ journal. Youâll probably be shocked to discover
how many times a day âshoulda, coulda, wouldaâ comes out of your mouth.
â There are certain things that have to be done in life. Do them to the best of your ability and then forget about them.
â Donât allow âshould-ingâ to go on at home or at work. Ask people
to express themselves in better ways. âShould-ingâ is filled with
judging and finding fault. As a result, our surroundings become a
courtroom filled with prosecutors and attorneys. Life is too precious
to waste on what might have been. Get over it, get on with it, and live
I didn't purchase tickets to get on the three boats that are docked in the harbor right now, The Mayflower (which is here all the time,) "The Amistad, and "The Peacemaker." I came home and looked up the last two - and sort of wish I HAD.
In no particular order, in fact I had nothing until quite late. It's bizarre, though, the minute I eat? I FEEL LIKE DIRT. Coincidence - or was I just tired? I don't know, but it was immediate, you'd expect that I was noshing on carbs - but it wasn't. The MOMENT I eat - I spiral into STARVING.
I just rushed to get my lawn mowed so that when you drive by it doesn't totally resemble a jungle since we have had so. much. rain. and whaddya know? THE SUN IS OUT! We have been living in a rain forest for weeks and weeks, and this yard is just, ick. I miss my old yard, we had sort of gotten landscaping under control, had a fence, and it was already done. To start over with a blank slate really blows.
So, happy fourth! That's tomorrow. Yay. I don't like fireworks. I like parties -- but no thank you on the fireworks -- and the little one is terrified of loud noises. In fact I think the boy is actually working all day tomorrow -- and we don't have plans. *lights a sparkler, woo*
I made it home from the grocery store during a downpour. There were cars pulled over everywhere. That's one way to get me excited about driving again. Then, bringing in mostly refrigerated items in a lightening storm.