<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:17:22.160-07:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='wow moments'/><category term='counseling'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='God'/><category term='making the decision'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='side effects'/><category term='paying for surgery'/><category term='goals'/><category term='surgery week'/><category term='pre-op'/><category term='liver shrinking diet'/><category term='friends and family'/><category term='early post-op'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='positives'/><category term='feeling bad'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Dr. Elliot'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='10k'/><category term='boot camp'/><category term='dating'/><category term='WLS community'/><category term='support group'/><category term='health'/><category term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Fighting to Free the Skinny Girl Inside</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey through gastric bypass surgery - the good, the bad, and the TMI.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2333299563293836588</id><published>2009-07-03T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:14:08.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support group'/><title type='text'>"Life ain't always beautiful...</title><content type='html'>...but it's a beautiful ride." So says Gary Allen.  And I happen to agree with him.  Today, anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, but I went running today. (I did about 3.5 miles - an average run - and it nearly killed me. Here's some advice - if you exercise regularly, and you should ;), don't stop for a couple of weeks. It's amazing how quickly you lose everything you've gained) While I ran, I listened to my iPod - of course - and did some deep thinking about my life. Here are some of my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say that God never gives us more than he can handle. Clearly God knows that battling depression and being fat and single are all that I can handle. (He's right, by the way - those things have broken me more than once) Because he has given me so many good things - an amazing family, a career that I enjoy, and more good friends than any one person deserves. Building 429 has a song where they say "I believe always, always our Savior never fails" that I was listening to while I ran. And I believe that, too. Here's the thing about me - I make a lot of bad choices. And I tell God about them. But so often I don't want to ask him to help me stop. I'm perfectly happy making bad choices. So I just tell him - "Hey, God. Here's what I'm doing. And I'm happy about it. So deal with it." It's probably not the best thing to do, but I figure at least I'm talking to him. Not keeping him out of my life. And I figure he is big enough to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I asked my doctor to put me back on Lexapro, an antidepressant. He gave me 4 weeks worth of samples, and I just started the 4th week. I think it's really helping. I think I need to go to counseling as well, and I'm working on getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my surgery. Hard to believe. I can't even begin to list the ways that my life is different than it was last year (although I probably will soon), or to adequately express my appreciation for the support from everyone in my life. I have never had one person say something negative or unsupportive to me. Not one. That is a truly amazing gift. I celebrated by doing something I couldn't have done a year ago - going to King's Dominion and riding roller coasters. I also went to support group, went over to the Masinick's for dinner and cards with the Palmers, then went to karaoke with the WEPC crew, followed by a late-night meal at Waffle House. Altogether a completely amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As I told them at support group last night, it's been an up and down year for me with 9 months of hard work and 3 months of complete failure. I'm still working on not grazing and getting my eating back under control. Slowly, slowly, one day at a time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2333299563293836588?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2333299563293836588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-aint-always-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2333299563293836588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2333299563293836588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-aint-always-beautiful.html' title='&quot;Life ain&apos;t always beautiful...'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2602668079042736640</id><published>2009-06-01T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:18:58.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>I can't believe it....</title><content type='html'>I had a stunning revelation tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do.  I've missed running last week.  I went to &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/global/en/members/bodypump/bodypump-group-fitness-program.aspx"&gt;Body Pump&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/"&gt;Zumba&lt;/a&gt; tonight. (I've posted about Zumba twice before - &lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness-follows-failure.html"&gt;once pre-op&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;once post-op&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sure I've posted about Body Pump, too.  But tonight it's about the Zumba)  Zumba was so much fun!  And I realized how much better I am at it now. I mean, I was jumping and bouncing while dancing.  I distinctly remember doing it before and barely being able to make it through - seeing other people jumping and wondering why they weren't dead.  Now I know.  They're just not enormously fat like I was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2602668079042736640?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2602668079042736640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2602668079042736640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2602668079042736640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it....'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4303040157597660846</id><published>2009-05-26T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:38:48.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Conquering Old Rag</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBlvbOazI/AAAAAAAAKuM/myUVmVHNKts/s1600-h/IMG_8648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBlvbOazI/AAAAAAAAKuM/myUVmVHNKts/s320/IMG_8648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340285743540366130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends from church wanted to go hiking for Memorial Day, so I decided to go with them. I haven't hiked since I lost the weight (I had a disastrous fat hiking experience with my family several years back....), but I figured I could handle it. Then I found out they were hiking &lt;a href="http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Old_Rag_Mt_0000.asp"&gt;Old&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/gog/misc-locations/old-rag-summit,1025785.html"&gt;Rag&lt;/a&gt;. I looked it up and it was described as "strenuous" and "very challenging" including a "one mile rock scramble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;*gulp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to keep up, but I was determined to try so I went on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBlZSTPrI/AAAAAAAAKuE/R-pQwvXJH5o/s1600-h/IMG_8593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBlZSTPrI/AAAAAAAAKuE/R-pQwvXJH5o/s320/IMG_8593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340285737597353650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It.  Was.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun.  The first two miles headed steeply up a narrow mountain path.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmV6wnII/AAAAAAAAKuc/kc21CBiVFLA/s1600-h/IMG_8632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmV6wnII/AAAAAAAAKuc/kc21CBiVFLA/s320/IMG_8632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340285753873177730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well before the first mile was over I looked like someone at poured a bucket of water in my head. (I sweat a disgustingly large amount. I need to look into that at some point) The side of my foot was hurting and I could feel blisters developing, but I was keeping up. (It was the same pain I got one other time. I've decided that I must walk differently in shorts and that's what causes it) At our first rest, I put some band aids on my heels and we started up again. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmLg7ynI/AAAAAAAAKuU/BoLSopl5jac/s1600-h/IMG_8606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmLg7ynI/AAAAAAAAKuU/BoLSopl5jac/s320/IMG_8606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340285751080503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toe stopped hurting, but the blisters got worse throughout the trip.  Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those two miles, the last mile up was basically rock climbing. Huge piles of boulders that we had to climb up, slide down, squeeze through, jump over, and basically meander our way through. It was tough but really fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCVkJ8qEI/AAAAAAAAKus/pZu-QzyScmo/s1600-h/IMG_8623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCVkJ8qEI/AAAAAAAAKus/pZu-QzyScmo/s320/IMG_8623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286565148829762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCWS5ptjI/AAAAAAAAKu8/TKfzk9iVOW4/s1600-h/IMG_8622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCWS5ptjI/AAAAAAAAKu8/TKfzk9iVOW4/s320/IMG_8622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286577696945714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCWmR8i0I/AAAAAAAAKvE/X_UxKgPdb38/s1600-h/IMG_8621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCWmR8i0I/AAAAAAAAKvE/X_UxKgPdb38/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286582899116866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It helped being with a group because we could help each other through.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmkz7iuI/AAAAAAAAKuk/QNPXjEVx9AY/s1600-h/IMG_8625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBmkz7iuI/AAAAAAAAKuk/QNPXjEVx9AY/s320/IMG_8625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340285757871065826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped frequently to admire the view.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFUILof1I/AAAAAAAAKwE/JL6XcU-IRpw/s1600-h/IMG_8614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFUILof1I/AAAAAAAAKwE/JL6XcU-IRpw/s320/IMG_8614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340289838994718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finally got to the top, it was amazing.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC_7EfICI/AAAAAAAAKvs/njZb75SWDwo/s1600-h/IMG_8665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC_7EfICI/AAAAAAAAKvs/njZb75SWDwo/s320/IMG_8665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340287292854444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hung out for a while, ate some lunch, battled some flies, and headed back down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC-_AHpwI/AAAAAAAAKvU/PXoIUApPqdk/s1600-h/IMG_8653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC-_AHpwI/AAAAAAAAKvU/PXoIUApPqdk/s320/IMG_8653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340287276730001154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC_TscEII/AAAAAAAAKvk/AGYarumhSkw/s1600-h/IMG_8654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyC_TscEII/AAAAAAAAKvk/AGYarumhSkw/s320/IMG_8654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340287282284597378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way back down was longer - 4.5 miles - but not nearly as interesting.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyDADZ2OZI/AAAAAAAAKv0/veofekHUVDo/s1600-h/IMG_8667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyDADZ2OZI/AAAAAAAAKv0/veofekHUVDo/s320/IMG_8667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340287295091521938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of it was a fire road, so it was an easy walk. We booked it back down, playing the name game to keep ourselves entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we were hiking for about 5.5 hours. We were disgustingly dirty and sweaty and exhausted. I had a MAJOR blister on my right heel and fairly significant one on my left. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFUp0crYI/AAAAAAAAKwM/1Cwa3LiEzYI/s1600-h/IMG_8680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFUp0crYI/AAAAAAAAKwM/1Cwa3LiEzYI/s320/IMG_8680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340289848024280450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left and collapsed into an IHOP where we devoured dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFT7F_rqI/AAAAAAAAKv8/vZ-esKyTx88/s1600-h/IMG_8668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyFT7F_rqI/AAAAAAAAKv8/vZ-esKyTx88/s320/IMG_8668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340289835481411234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point on the way up, one of my friends asked, "Could you have done this a year ago?" and my answer was a quick "HELL no!" But it's not even no. It was so far out of the realm of possibility that it wouldn't even have been fathomable. I mean, this was a HARD hike. And not just the hike, but the rock climbing....there were places I had to squeeze through that I wouldn't have even fit last year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCV2oBLkI/AAAAAAAAKu0/lsaSrWAV-uU/s1600-h/IMG_8611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyCV2oBLkI/AAAAAAAAKu0/lsaSrWAV-uU/s320/IMG_8611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286570106793538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm flying high off of this and will be for a while. The fun you can have when you're not fat! Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4303040157597660846?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4303040157597660846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/conquering-old-rag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4303040157597660846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4303040157597660846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/conquering-old-rag.html' title='Conquering Old Rag'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShyBlvbOazI/AAAAAAAAKuM/myUVmVHNKts/s72-c/IMG_8648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3388004648570207685</id><published>2009-05-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:03:03.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WLS community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support group'/><title type='text'>Getting knocked down a peg....or two</title><content type='html'>So......&lt;br /&gt;You know how I told you Dr. Elliot wanted me to come and speak at his seminar? And I made my little picture book and put my contact information and blog address in it in case people wanted to talk to me? Because, really.  How could anyone even CONSIDER wls without hearing my story? Aren't people as eager to hear my story as I am to tell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a message Friday telling me that Dr. E. wanted me to come speak on Monday at 6.  So I left a message at the office telling them that was fine and I would just go to the classroom at 6 on Monday.  If they needed to talk to me about it, I left my cell #.  I didn't hear from them, so I went on. Turns out the class was at 5 and they just wanted someone to speak at the end - which actually I appreciate because I didn't need to sit through that whole seminar.  So I slipped in and listened to the end of Dr. Elliot's spiel.  Then he said that he would answer a few questions and then have one of his "star patients" come up to answer questions (CLUE #1).  So after a few minutes, he puts up a picture of some woman I don't know (CLUE #2) and asks "Sandra" to come up (CLUE #3).  Still, I think he means me and I'm about to correct him and tell him my name is actually Sarah....when some other chick walks up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  They didn't want me after all.  (Although I would like to point out that I've lost more weight than this chick.  Not that it's a competition. Or that she had as much to lose as me.) This girl gave all the right answers to Dr. E's questions, whereas mine would not have been so "right". (For instance, he asked "Do you get hungry?" and she said, "No"  Ummmm, really? You never get hungry? In over a year? Well, I do.) So it's probably best that she went and not me.  I tend to say the wrong things.  I'm not sure that Dr. Elliot even knew who I was or that I was there to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you start thinking you're important.  God shows you otherwise.  I was pretty upset and embarrassed - more than the situation warranted.  Because I was way too full of pride.  Thanks, God.  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I ran 5.5 miles today. I haven't run that far in a long time and I am SORE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3388004648570207685?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3388004648570207685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-knocked-down-pegor-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3388004648570207685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3388004648570207685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-knocked-down-pegor-two.html' title='Getting knocked down a peg....or two'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7095125045674028435</id><published>2009-05-17T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:02:22.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>My journey in pictures</title><content type='html'>Dr. Elliot, my surgeon, has informational seminars for patients who are thinking about having WLS.  It's a fairly standard practice, and that's what anyone who is interested in having it has to do as a first step.  We recently got an email from the guy who leads our support group saying that they were looking for post-op patients who would be willing to come and speak at the seminars just to share their story.  I told them that I would be happy to (because you know how much I like to talk about my surgery!).  I didn't think they would really ask me, though, because 1. I say everything I think and it's not always the "right thing" and 2. I had gastric bypass and most of Dr. E's patients have Lap-Band.  Well, I got a call on Friday asking me to come speak at the seminar on Monday.  I'm a little nervous about it.  Anyway, that leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking pictures of my weight loss all along and saving them on the computer.  I kept meaning to put them together in an album but hadn't gotten around to it.  So this was my motivation to get it done.  That was today's project, and it was fun. I put my pictures in an album with little notes saying the date and how much weight I'd loss.  Now, for those of you who don't see me regularly, here is the digital version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMe3of15I/AAAAAAAAKY0/iyib3rHV2cc/s1600-h/8-3-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMe3of15I/AAAAAAAAKY0/iyib3rHV2cc/s320/8-3-07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920020391810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;1 year pre-op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMP5j01bI/AAAAAAAAKYM/H7nOkE1TyOI/s1600-h/3-28-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMP5j01bI/AAAAAAAAKYM/H7nOkE1TyOI/s320/3-28-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336919763211048370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;294 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;My "before" picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMe5JCDrI/AAAAAAAAKYs/cXcPLsMolX0/s1600-h/7-1-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMe5JCDrI/AAAAAAAAKYs/cXcPLsMolX0/s320/7-1-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920020796706482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Day before surgery&lt;br /&gt;-27 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMfD5gILI/AAAAAAAAKY8/6bbXnXt9xhM/s1600-h/8-12-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMfD5gILI/AAAAAAAAKY8/6bbXnXt9xhM/s320/8-12-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920023684358322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;-59 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM55G6uwI/AAAAAAAAKZE/j8PLWJlABGs/s1600-h/9-2-08+%28223%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM55G6uwI/AAAAAAAAKZE/j8PLWJlABGs/s320/9-2-08+%28223%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920484644305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sept. 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;-71 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6L4g31I/AAAAAAAAKZU/RJMjZIjUkik/s1600-h/10-09-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6L4g31I/AAAAAAAAKZU/RJMjZIjUkik/s320/10-09-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920489684164434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oct. 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;-89 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6bFPq7I/AAAAAAAAKZc/KB_d3JREQcI/s1600-h/11-7-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6bFPq7I/AAAAAAAAKZc/KB_d3JREQcI/s320/11-7-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920493764094898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nov. 2008&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating 100 lbs. lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6YraIbI/AAAAAAAAKZk/kxPdLDnFks8/s1600-h/11-15-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCM6YraIbI/AAAAAAAAKZk/kxPdLDnFks8/s320/11-15-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920493118857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nov. 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;-104 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCNAAS_yNI/AAAAAAAAKZs/jM-SaT-aNVw/s1600-h/12-27-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCNAAS_yNI/AAAAAAAAKZs/jM-SaT-aNVw/s320/12-27-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920589653231826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec. 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;-110 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPBM8ntI/AAAAAAAAKX0/mZADl1hD_EM/s1600-h/1-7-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPBM8ntI/AAAAAAAAKX0/mZADl1hD_EM/s320/1-7-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336919748082704082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan. 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-121 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPfGm4aI/AAAAAAAAKX8/13nfF-Icm0E/s1600-h/1-31-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPfGm4aI/AAAAAAAAKX8/13nfF-Icm0E/s320/1-31-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336919756109177250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan. 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Costume party!&lt;br /&gt;(not something I would have done pre-op!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPTL2Z4I/AAAAAAAAKYE/aKXUnJy9HVk/s1600-h/3-5-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPTL2Z4I/AAAAAAAAKYE/aKXUnJy9HVk/s320/3-5-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336919752909940610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-134 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPw2dtAI/AAAAAAAAKYU/gDnIOxLZPf0/s1600-h/3-28-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMPw2dtAI/AAAAAAAAKYU/gDnIOxLZPf0/s320/3-28-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336919760873305090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;My first race!&lt;br /&gt;10k (6.2 miles) in 70 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current pic. - early May 2009&lt;br /&gt;-140 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm the one on your far left, if you don't know me well enough to recognize me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMess-wFI/AAAAAAAAKYc/Aj0WpsHiGyA/s1600-h/5-2-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMess-wFI/AAAAAAAAKYc/Aj0WpsHiGyA/s320/5-2-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336920017457823826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Thanks for indulging me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7095125045674028435?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7095125045674028435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-journey-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7095125045674028435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7095125045674028435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-journey-in-pictures.html' title='My journey in pictures'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/ShCMe3of15I/AAAAAAAAKY0/iyib3rHV2cc/s72-c/8-3-07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7508316413101137906</id><published>2009-05-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:10:22.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>Bad Orange Juice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So orange juice is not something I'm really supposed to have - my dr. doesn't like me drinking anything with calories and it has a good amount of sugar, although it's natural sugars which are a little different.  But my nut has said that I can have a little every now and then - in fact it's one of the things she suggested I have after a run.  She did suggest that I dilute it and I do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this morning - I woke up (still in Charleston!) and I was thirsty and I just did NOT want Kool Aid.  So I had a little bit of OJ.  Oh. My.  Goodness.  I haven't "dumped" in a long time, but I sure did this morning. Let me tell you - it's no fun.  Sweating, chills....I've been trying to think of a way to describe how my stomach feels.  Angry beavers clawing and chewing at it? Elephants stomping on it? A bulldozer tearing it up and leveling it back down? *ugh*  I actually don't "dump" that much.  I think my stomach is just really sensitive first thing in the morning.  I need to remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke in my new bathing suit by taking Abby to the beach this weekend.  Interestingly, I didn't feel any better or more confident than I did when I was fat.  I mean - it was fine.  Just not different.  I will not be showing you a picture of me in the suit ;) - but here is the suit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/277003_AH08_LF_VMD?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 402px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;(It has a blue skirt that matches it, but I couldn't get that picture to work.  Just picture a blue skirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, off to play with sweet Abby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7508316413101137906?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7508316413101137906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-orange-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7508316413101137906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7508316413101137906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-orange-juice.html' title='Bad Orange Juice!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8622419146841012396</id><published>2009-05-05T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:57:38.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So my landlords royally ticked me off today.  Royally.  I was as rude to them as I have ever been (intentionally) to anyone.  Anyway.  It's been pouring down rain for ages and ages and ages. I was so frustrated that I went running. In the rain. For 4 miles. It helped somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized - wow.  I didn't want to nap. I didn't want to eat.  I wanted to run.  When did that happen? When did I become one of "those" people? I never ever ever in a million years thought that I would.  I love sleeping - and eating - too much. But it was the right thing for me today.  Although I'm not sure that it would have been as satisfying if it had been sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went bathing suit shopping today - *blech* That's never fun.  Even after losing 140 pounds.  It was actually harder, I think.  Before there was no expectation of looking good. It was "find one that fits and covers a lot and just go with it" But now....there's still a lot to cover and I'm not "looking good".  It's just hard.  But I got one that I ordered from Land's End that I think I'll keep and I'll keep looking for a second one.  I love love love to swim, so I'm not going to let the fact that I look ridiculous in a bathing suit stop me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a cute little summer halter dress - at Express, no less.  We'll see if it makes it to the "keep" pile.  I'm loving summer dresses right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8622419146841012396?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8622419146841012396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8622419146841012396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8622419146841012396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2303763116623830105</id><published>2009-05-01T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:28:55.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know. It's been a long time.  There's been a lot going on.  I haven't really talked about it very  much, but I think it's time for me to go ahead and at least write about it. I feel a little weird - ok, more than a little weird, I'm petrified - about putting all of this out there, but I'm doing it for two reasons - one is for me, to help me process and to help me have a record of my journey. The second is for anyone else out there who is considering or has had the surgery - I want to be honest with you about my experiences.  Not to say that everyone's experience is the same.  But if you're interested in my story, I want you to hear it all - the good and the bad. So here comes a big 'ole batch of honesty.  Probably more than you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - have always known - that this surgery is not a magic cure for anything. It's not a quick fix, and it doesn't make you into a different person.  But knowing that in my head and really believing it are two different things.  I've struggled with depression for a long time - I've been on and off medication; in and out of counseling. I've never really wanted to deal with it, so I've dealt with it as little as possible.  Truly I thought that it was just because I was fat.  (When the really fat guy in Austin Powers says "I eat because I'm unhappy. And I'm unhappy because I eat." I always tear up even though it's Austin Powers.  Because that's how I felt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came back about two months ago, it knocked me flat on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come back it did.  It felt like an actual, literal, weight pressing down on me at all times.  It makes normal life extremely difficult.  Without really being able to explain it, I just have a hard time making it through each day.  It's hard for me to work up the motivation or the energy to get things done and bouts of sadness will hit me out of nowhere so I just want to find a corner to curl up and cry. (Interestingly enough - and I use the word "interesting" very loosely here - I rarely actually do cry.  Or if I do, for more than a minute. I used to cry a lot. I think I used up all of my tears)  But because I am my mother's daughter through and through, I fake a smile and force myself to interact with people and be social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other thoughts that are frequently in my head right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I feel nothing but fat.  Fat, fat, fat.  In my head, I know that's ridiculous.  That after losing 140 pounds, I should be absolutely thrilled to be able to go shopping and pick up a pair of size 12 pants.  6 months ago I would have told you that I would be.  A year ago, when I was barely squeezing into my size 24s, I would not have even imagined that it was possible.  But now - all I see is the smaller sizes on the racks.  I still have a lot of fat and loose skin all over me and I hate it. Even in pictures, I still look like the fat girl. I have rolls of belly fat, enormous calves, and saggy arms.  It's not a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Still no one wants to date me.  No one has so much as asked me out to dinner.  Which is forcing me to confront the idea that it wasn't the fat that made me undate-able - it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My eating habits are seriously slipping.  I find myself eating more and more throughout the day and I hate myself for it. It's the same pattern I was in before surgery - I'm not hungry, I don't want it, I know I'll be upset if I eat it, but I can't seem to stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the thing.  This feels like one big pity party for Sarah and, in many ways, it is.  But it also feels like I'm just digging for compliments and I truly am not. (They don't really make me feel better anyway because it feels like people are saying it b/c they have to in response to my whining) It also feels like I have no right to say/feel this way because of how blessed I have been to have gone through this surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for sure if these are typical post-WLS feelings or not, but I feel like they probably are. I did start seeing a counselor, but I haven't been back in a while.  I'm working up the courage to go back.  I'm spending a lot of time praying, which to be honest, involves a lot of me yelling at God.  But he's big enough to handle it.  I've considered going back on medication, and that may end up being a good choice for me.  It's very hard for me to want to even deal with this, but I'm fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is - honest, sappy confessions by Sarah.  Now that I've put that out there, I hope to get back to more regular blogging.  There's a lot going on out there in the world just waiting for me to comment on it.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2303763116623830105?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2303763116623830105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2303763116623830105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2303763116623830105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-9113849443880314024</id><published>2009-03-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:15:25.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SdK-PNl7BSI/AAAAAAAAJw4/axXaIQ2LKcI/s1600-h/P3283485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SdK-PNl7BSI/AAAAAAAAJw4/axXaIQ2LKcI/s320/P3283485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319523278434010402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it.  I finished the &lt;a href="http://www.sportsbackers.org/"&gt;Monument Ave. 10k&lt;/a&gt;! I finished it and I ran the whole time, which were my two big goals. My secret goal was to finish in under 70 minutes - I finished in 70 min exactly. So 1 second faster.....But that's ok. I finished 14,527 out of 26,242 finishers. I was surprised at how hard it was, but I'm glad I did it. I'm actually doing another one this Saturday - the &lt;a href="http://www.bridgerun.com/"&gt;bridge run&lt;/a&gt; in Charleston. I'll be down there for Spring Break anyway and my brother-in-law was doing it, so I said I'd do it with him. I figure if I run 10ks 2 weekends in a row I can then justify taking my spring break week off from running :) I'm not sure what I'll do after that...still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monument Ave. 10k also has a &lt;a href="http://www.sportsbackers.org/events/10k/10k_costume_contest.htm"&gt;costume contest&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.timesdispatch.com/rtd/sports/running/article/DRES29_20090328-222707/243493/"&gt;my friends won it&lt;/a&gt;!  I was so excited for them! Their Ms. Pac-Man costume was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 days to go until Spring Break....I can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yes, I realize it has been almost a month since I posted. I apologize. I'll just say that this whole WLS journey has been like a roller coaster - up, down, up, down. This has been a down time. I will post about it at some point - you know how I believe in putting it all out there for others to see :) - but I'm just not quite ready to do that yet. So I've been avoiding it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-9113849443880314024?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/9113849443880314024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/9113849443880314024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/9113849443880314024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SdK-PNl7BSI/AAAAAAAAJw4/axXaIQ2LKcI/s72-c/P3283485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1220956843512561832</id><published>2009-03-03T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:16:34.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>WLS FAQ/C</title><content type='html'>Before I start in on yet another fascinating post, I have two tidbits to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has been a year since I started this blog! Crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have found a use for my rolls of stomach fat. When I'm at the gym using the weight machines, I like to listen to my iPod. It's hard finding a place to put it while I'm working, and it falls off of my lap pretty easily. So I tuck it up under my stomach fat and it stays put. Nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I thought I would post a WLS FAQ /C (Frequently Asked Questions/Comments, for those of you not "in the know) to share with everyone the things that people say to me most often since my surgery as well as my response. I don't mind answering the questions at all - you know how much I talk about my surgery! Still, here it is for those of you who want to know - what people say, my thoughts, and if you should say it to someone who has had WLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You look great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;This is, by far, the comment I get the most. (Yes, I realize how snotty I sound saying that. I apologize, but I wanted to share my reaction to it) Mostly, I just smile and say "Thanks". I don't volunteer up information about my surgery or how much I've lost. Some people will ask, and I'm happy to share. I just don't want people to have to sit and listen to me talk about it if they don't want to know. I have two opposite reactions to this, so it's like a Catch-22. Mostly I'm flattered and I think that it's always nice to hear that. But sometimes I get to thinking, "You don't go around telling people who have always been skinny that they look great. Maybe the fact that you're commenting on it now is more of a reflection on how bad I looked before." But at the same time, if people didn't say anything, I think I would be sad, too. So basically there's no making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you say it?  &lt;/span&gt;Heck yeah you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel?/Do you feel better?/Do you have more energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;This question comes in a lot of forms, as you can see. Physically, I actually feel much the same as I did before surgery, except when it comes to exercise. I can tell a huge difference in how much I'm able to exercise. (Hello?!?! I ran 6.5 miles the other day!) Emotionally is a whole different story, but I don't think that's the point of this question. Usually I just respond with "I feel good" although sometimes I will mention the exercise thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you say it?&lt;/span&gt; Sure, if you really want to know more about the person's WLS experience.  It's likely to bring on a whole lot of info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people treat you differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;Yes and no. This is a tough one for me. Yes, people definitely treat me differently. But I'm so different that it's hard to say if the change is really in me or in the way people react to me. I was relatively outgoing before, but now I feel so much more confident. Before, I would talk to people but always felt like they didn't really want to be talking to me. I was trying to get out of their way so they could hang out with people they really wanted to talk to. Now, I am much more willing to just carry on a conversation or put myself out there - meet up with new people or whatever. Does that make any sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you say it?&lt;/span&gt; Well, it doesn't offend me (but not much does). Some people are baffled by the question, although it makes a lot of sense to me. I guess I would say - if you really want to know, go ahead. Or if it's someone who has been pretty open about their experiences. It's not something I would ask someone who doesn't like to talk about, because it can be a pretty sensitive area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much have you lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts -  &lt;/span&gt;To date, 133 pounds. I have about 25 pounds to go before I'm considered a "normal" weight. I recently hit the "overweight" category, which was exciting for me. (I went from "super obese" to "morbidly obese" to "obese" and now to "overweight") I don't give all that info when people ask - I just give the number :) I love it when people ask me this question b/c I love to tell people but feel weird about just volunteering the information. I can understand how some people would feel weird about asking it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you ask it? &lt;/span&gt;I would say yes. Most WLS patients I've met are happy to share their successes. However, again, a few may be uncomfortable with it. But I would bet most are prepared for it and if they don't want to answer have something ready like "Just about enough for now". So go ahead. Ask away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so bad for you not getting to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;Another one that comes in many interesting variations. My reaction is always the same - "Don't!" It's hard to explain, but eating is very different post-op. I'm perfectly happy with what I get to eat. It seems normal to me. I don't feel bad for me, so why should you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you say it? &lt;/span&gt;Nah. Why bother? It doesn't bother me, unless people keep harping on it. (Although the girls at lunch tease me about my little meals a lot, but that's all in fun and doesn't bother me at all) But not everyone has as thick a skin as I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What made you decide to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;Well, because I was fat. I looked into it and researched it for a long time before I even considered doing it. I don't have a big "epiphany" story. I never quite know how to answer this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you ask it? &lt;/span&gt;If you are considering having the surgery and don't know if you're ready, maybe. If not, probably not. The answer is going to be "to get healthy" even if it's really "to help me meet boys", know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister/neighbor/friend/this guy I went to high school with's third cousin had that!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reaction/thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;Ok. Thanks. I usually say, "How are they doing?" but I hate it because I always feel like I'm being compared to whoever it is and they're doing better than me. Or they'll bust out some story about all the complications that person had and I either feel guilty for not having any or worried. Still - it's very well intentioned. People are just trying to relate to you. Which is hard for people without weight problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you say it? &lt;/span&gt;Welllll.... I mean, are you just trying to fill a conversational vacuum here? I tend to think that comparing people's experiences is a bad idea. On the other hand, it's not offensive or anything. And it's hard not to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has been a long one.  A couple of last thoughts for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I personally do not care when anyone says any of these things to me. You can ask me whatever you want and I will be fine with it. But I have a big mouth. Not everyone feels that way, I'm sure :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are people who get a lot of negative comments. I am so blessed to have great people in my life - I've never gotten a negative comment. Never. The closest I've gotten was "that's scary" or "are you nervous?" That's why there are no negative comments on my list. But if there were beside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you say it?&lt;/span&gt; I would put NO.  Because how is that helpful or encouraging, especially to someone who's already done it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok I'm off to enjoy the rest of my snow day - my 2nd in a row, with a 3rd coming up tomorrow!  Have fun y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1220956843512561832?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1220956843512561832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/03/wls-faqc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1220956843512561832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1220956843512561832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/03/wls-faqc.html' title='WLS FAQ/C'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3062263065576688855</id><published>2009-02-23T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:42:00.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Ready for a break</title><content type='html'>February has been a crazy busy month for me. The last week has arrived with blessedly little to do on the calendar, and I'm really looking forward to a low key week/weekend. I like being busy and have enjoyed most of the business of the past month or so. And I won't be upset if things come up this week. But still. Some down time is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that I need to be posting - I really want to have a record of my whole WLS journey. I just don't think that I really have anything to say. Things are just moving along.... I'm currently down about 130 pounds.  I did buy a pair of size 12 jeans at Wal Mart the other day. They are probably the only pair of size 12s in the world that fit me, but still...there's one. I'm torn between being excited about this and desperate to hit a single digit size. Crazy, I know. I don't know which is more amazing - the fact that I ran 5 miles today or the fact that I no longer find that blogworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad eating habits are starting to creep back in - grazing, "needing" something sweet because I'm so grumpy, etc. Not as bad as they were before, but they are things that I need to address NOW. It's hard for me because even with that, the weight is still coming off. It's hard to remember that won't always be the case. So that's my current struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll work on thinking of something interesting to say before I post again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3062263065576688855?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3062263065576688855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/ready-for-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3062263065576688855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3062263065576688855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/ready-for-break.html' title='Ready for a break'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8340623963332391571</id><published>2009-02-13T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:56:11.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>A few of my kids brought me Valentine's treats today, which was sweet.  This one made me smile all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SZXr6HyK6LI/AAAAAAAAI_c/8NnUqepLoKE/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SZXr6HyK6LI/AAAAAAAAI_c/8NnUqepLoKE/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302403520053045426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really been pro or anti Valentine's. Sad, usually, that I'm alone, but altogether rather ambivalent on the topic. While we're on the subject, I should tell you that after 30 years of no one ever wanting to date me - and me not being willing to even if they had wanted to b/c I was so embarrassed by my weight - I am completely clueless when it comes to anything to do with dating. Anything at all. It's sad. I'm basically a 31 year old middle school girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone is asking me out.  I'm just saying. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8340623963332391571?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8340623963332391571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8340623963332391571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8340623963332391571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SZXr6HyK6LI/AAAAAAAAI_c/8NnUqepLoKE/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8581579254481527333</id><published>2009-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:12:10.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>6 month "nut" follow up</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to meet with Pam, my nutritionist - or nut as refer to them in WLS-land - at the same intervals I follow up with Dr. Elliot.  That is 1, 3, 6, 9, and 12 months or something like that.  So my 6 month appointment came at 7 months and a week...that's close right? And isn't there something about close counting when it comes to horshoes and hand grenades? Julie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  The point is - I met with Pam. One thing I wanted to talk to her about was how to eat while I'm in training.  (Let me point out here that I LOVE to say that I'm "in training" and bring up being in training and/or running as frequently as possible.  Much more often than I actually "train".)  I've read a lot about eating just before and after runs and wasn't sure how that applied to me as a post-op.  Well, as it turns out, she gave me pretty much exactly the same advice as I had heard other places: carbs before, carbs and protein afterwards. We talked about some good choices for me to make at those times.  I also admitted to her (as I am here, to you, now) that I have gotten into a bad habit of grazing and I'm worried about that.  Pam whipped out her little calculator and figured out that I'm burning about 2,000 extra calories a week with my running. (Can I just stop here and say WOW?!?!)  So she said, "You're probably hungry"  Hmmmm.... who would've thought???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was mostly what we talked about.  She was pleased overall with my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I broke my scale? Yes, 125 pounds ago I stood on that thing no problem.  NOW it decides to crack on me??? So I don't actually know if I've lost any more weight.  I feel like I have, though, because my clothes are getting looser. Getting a new scale is on my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely off to bed for me tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8581579254481527333?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8581579254481527333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-month-nut-follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8581579254481527333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8581579254481527333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-month-nut-follow-up.html' title='6 month &quot;nut&quot; follow up'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8608711390874139860</id><published>2009-02-08T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:46:05.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>So today we finally had some nice warm, sunny weather - the first time in a long, long time! It was so exciting! So I went to church, then went out to lunch with some friends from church. They were playing ultimate frisbee this afternoon so I went home, threw on an old t-shirt from the play I did in high school (Go Go Go Joseph!), and headed out to join them. I didn't actually play frisbee - I am no good at that and people who take these things seriously would get irritated if I tried to play - but I did play a little bit of basketball, which is awesome. I need to do that more. Then I headed over to the Masinick's to catch the end of their barbeque and play some ladderball. (Awesome game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may sound like an awesome, fun day to anyone, to me it was nothing short of a miracle. Let me tell you all of the things from this day that would have never happened last year - note the phrase "some friends from church". I made friends, which is not something I did well when I was super fat. Note that I went to be involved in some outdoor physical activitiy - not something I could have done fat. Note that I threw on an old t-shirt from high school. It's actually looser now than it was then. Why I kept it all these years, I don't know. My life now is made up of miracles everyday and I'm so, so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rarely sappy, but today I was just feeling this so much. I even called my mom and told her thank you. Not only did she pay for my surgery, but she encouraged me every step of the way. I have a long, uphill battle still to go but I'm celebrating how far I've come for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8608711390874139860?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8608711390874139860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8608711390874139860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8608711390874139860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8573240849302058166</id><published>2009-02-02T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:45:10.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>A dream come true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVWr85RI/AAAAAAAAI78/nilWDd9vn0Y/s1600-h/IMG_8162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVWr85RI/AAAAAAAAI78/nilWDd9vn0Y/s320/IMG_8162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298355586096489746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVYmFT5I/AAAAAAAAI70/x8tOm_auxOs/s1600-h/IMG_8176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVYmFT5I/AAAAAAAAI70/x8tOm_auxOs/s320/IMG_8176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298355586608746386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked before about how much &lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2008/09/born-in-wrong-era.html"&gt;I love really old movie outfits&lt;/a&gt;. Well, this weekend I went to a movie character themed birthday party, and I rented a dress and went as Guinevere. (You know? From Camelot? She was a bit of a tramp but the greatest, most idyllic kingdom ever was destroyed because of her?) It was sooooo exciting for me. I love being Guinevere. I want to be her every day. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVgd-XDI/AAAAAAAAI8M/gJ8X_yVfxSE/s1600-h/IMG_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVgd-XDI/AAAAAAAAI8M/gJ8X_yVfxSE/s320/IMG_8184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298355588722220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hairdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVtzyv_I/AAAAAAAAI8E/YWsl3ZikZE4/s1600-h/IMG_8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVtzyv_I/AAAAAAAAI8E/YWsl3ZikZE4/s320/IMG_8177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298355592303394802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I love being Guinevere, but it's amazing to me to be able to wear a costume at all. When I was fat, I could never have found an awesome outfit like this. In fact, I probably wouldn't have been willing to even go to this party. It's so strange how so, so much about my life is different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In running news, I've decided to scale back my training a bit. I was using the Y training schedule, but I was combining the novice and intermediate training schedules a bit. So I'm going to stick from now on just to the novice schedule. Although I can do the longer runs from the intermediate schedule, I think I'm running more often now then I was before which is making it more difficult. So I'm going to try and be ok with taking it slowly and setting more realistic expectations for myself, which can be frustrating to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8573240849302058166?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8573240849302058166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8573240849302058166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8573240849302058166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SYeKVWr85RI/AAAAAAAAI78/nilWDd9vn0Y/s72-c/IMG_8162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8737905089068616320</id><published>2009-01-31T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:43:52.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Overestimating my running abilities</title><content type='html'>So this morning was a 3 mile group run with the training program. Let me first mention that two days ago I ran five miles - FIVE MILES - around my apt. complex. I was so excited and proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's 3 mile run nearly killed me. I mean, it was bad. I was slow, I felt yucky, I didn't think I was going to make it. I don't know if it's because it was so cold or I was running in the morning instead of afternoon like I usually do, or if I just felt worse about it b/c I could see how many people were running faster than me. But it made me, truly for the first time, doubt my ability to do this race. I know that I have 2 months to go. And, truly, I should be absolutely thrilled to be able to do anything close to what I'm doing considering where I was a year ago. But you know my family motto - "Good enough is never good enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ugh*  LIFE.  Why does it have to be so complicated?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8737905089068616320?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8737905089068616320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/overestimating-my-running-abilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8737905089068616320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8737905089068616320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/overestimating-my-running-abilities.html' title='Overestimating my running abilities'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2583160062446080756</id><published>2009-01-27T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:42:37.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Is this day over yet?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I ran 4.5 miles around my complex. No problem. Kept at about a 12:00 mile, which is my estimated pace for the race. I ran on the treadmill tonight - just for 30 minutes, but I increased my speed slowly to faster than I've done before. (That's what was on the training schedule for today) No problem. (And when I say no problem, please translate that as "I didn't die") Then I got off the treadmill and started walking across the gym - I was headed upstairs to do some weights. Suddenly EXCRUCIATING pain hits my knee. Out of the blue. I didn't cry (inside the gym), but it was tough. I couldn't bend my knee and I could barely, barely walk. I slowly, slowly, slowly hobbled out through the sleet to my car. By the time I got home, the pain had lessened, but not gone away. Although my knee has been giving me some problems, this kind of pain has only happened once before. I've bought a brace and I'm wearing it now. I think I'm going to have to go see someone about this knee issue, but I have no idea who to go see about it. I think I'll ask a trainer either at the gym or at my training run on Sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2583160062446080756?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2583160062446080756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-day-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2583160062446080756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2583160062446080756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-day-over-yet.html' title='Is this day over yet?'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4608634409713073426</id><published>2009-01-24T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:41:12.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Being 31 - ahhhh!</title><content type='html'>I am not and will not do a sappy reflection on how different my 31st birthday was from my 30th. Because that's just not how I roll. But I will say this - I know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm&lt;/span&gt; different than I was last year, and I got more love and attention for my birthday yesterday than I would have thought possible. I'm clearly in a different place with the people around me, especially at work. To be completely honest with you, it was a bit overwhelming. I'm not terribly shy but I think I'm glad birthdays only come once a year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided that since it was my birthday I could eat whatever I wanted all day long. And I did. MISTAKE, Sarah. I'm not going to go into what I ate - because I'm embarassed, and because that's not what I do, and a lot because I don't want to be reprimanded - but I ate basically throughout the day. I didn't get sick or dump or anything, but I did feel generally yucky. And it didn't really help me enjoy my birthday. NOTE TO SELF: Find other ways to celebrate your birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning was my first run in the &lt;a href="http://www.sportsbackers.org/events/10k/10k_training_team.htm"&gt;YMCA 10k training program&lt;/a&gt;. (They ran last week, but I was &lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2009/01/abbys-birthday-and-brians-baptism.html"&gt;in Charleston&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily for me, too, because apparently it was 7 degrees last week. SEVEN. This week it was 52. Much more acceptable) We did 2.5 miles today and I did fine, although my knee was bothering me some at the end. I stayed somewhere in the middle of the huge group (there were like 200 people there!). I definitely got passed a lot, but I passed some people, too - mostly walkers. :) They put us into groups based on our projected finish time. I signed up for a wave that finishes in about 70-75 minutes - about a 12:00 mile. That was the fastest group at the training this morning, which is scary. (I'm signed up for the novice runner group - there are some run/walkers - there's also a walkers group and an intermediate group) I hope I'm not in over my head here. I definitely felt like the fat girl that everyone was looking at going, "Seriously? What is she thinking?" It may not be true, but that doesn't stop me from feeling that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up my schedule for the next 9 weeks and surprisingly enough, the most it ever has us running in training is 6 miles, which it only has us do once two weeks before the race. Then it backs the mileage down until the day of the race, which is 6.2 miles. Does this strike anyone else as odd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4608634409713073426?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4608634409713073426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-31-ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4608634409713073426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4608634409713073426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-31-ahhhh.html' title='Being 31 - ahhhh!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2649070453961067444</id><published>2008-12-06T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:35:19.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>What 100 pounds feels like - Sarah style</title><content type='html'>**Author's Note ;) - I've been working on composing this post for a while now. I went back tonight to edit it down to a manageable, readable length. But then I decided not to. Because I want to be able to go back and re-read it and remember how I felt. So, it's awfully wordy - 10 words where 1 will do kind of thing. But that's just me! So feel free to skim/skip at your leisure, as always**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I posted my before and post-100 pound pictures. So I thought I would also post about what losing 100 pounds feels like. I’m always a little leery about posting things like this – things that make it sound like I’ve met my goal. It’s easy to forget that I still have 50 pounds to go. But I want to remember how I felt along the way. And try to enjoy how far I’ve come, because I get very frustrated very easily. So, because I can, here is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to lose a 5th grader...&lt;br /&gt;-   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HARD WORK.&lt;/span&gt; It’s cliche, especially in the WLS world, but in no way was this surgery “easy way out”. I don’t know if that’s still the perception among people who don’t know much about it or not.&lt;br /&gt;     - There are about 13,782 rules governing all my meals - what to eat, when to eat, how to eat, how much to eat. I can’t ever just not think about it. There is no cheating when I’m frustrated. I can get sick at any time – sometimes I know what caused it, sometimes I don’t. I miss food, and I miss it being easy. Imagine being on an extremely restrictive diet and knowing that you have to do it every meal, every day for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;     - I have to exercise. Have to, have to, have to. And it’s a lot of work. I try really hard to push myself. Both to burn those extra calories and to build the muscle that will burn more calories at rest and help me avoid the excess skin.&lt;br /&gt;    - I have to be vigilant about vitamins and supplements. At least 5 pills a day, each one 2 hours apart from all of the others.&lt;br /&gt;     - Although, just to confuse you (and me) a little bit, and to bring out my multiple personalities it’s also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    NOT AS BAD AS IT SEEMS.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it’s a lot of work. But people see me eating such a little bit, or not being able to eat things, and are always talking about how bad they feel for me. And really, once I get past the head hunger thing, I don’t really miss it. My little tiny bit of food really is enough for me. I eat it slowly – it often takes me longer than it takes other people to eat their regular size meals – and it feels like a real meal to me. Someone asked me today about cravings and I’ve found that they’re getting less and less. Because when I crave something and eat it, a lot of times it doesn’t taste very good. After a few times of that, it gets easier not to eat it. I know it sounds like I’m contradicting myself. It’s hard to explain. Roll with me here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    RUNNING.&lt;/span&gt; I talk about this a lot, so I won’t expand on it too much here. But the difference in what I’m able to do when I exercise is amazing. I can run! I can do an entire aerobics class (remember way back when Zumba kicked my butt?). In fact, the other day I did a Zumba class followed by a Body Pump class. And smaller things – I don’t get winded walking up stairs. You can’t imagine how much time I spent when I was bigger trying to hide the fact that I couldn’t breathe after walking just a few stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    SITTING.&lt;/span&gt; I’m not as scared to sit in chairs anymore. I had a constant nagging fear of breaking chairs before. Also of spilling over into people’s chairs next to me at church. (Ok, this is still somewhat of a fear) I’m sitting here right now on my sofa cross legged. Earlier I had my knees up in front of me. I can cross my legs. It’s not super easy, but I do it pretty much every time I sit down. As early as this summer, when I was only like 50 pounds down, I rode on an airplane and didn’t need a seatbelt extender. I feel now like I’m almost to the point where I won’t be embarrassed for people who have to sit next to me on planes or buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    BAGGY CLOTHES. &lt;/span&gt; I have to tell you – I’m getting a little tired of wearing clothes that are too big. Which is strange, because I’ve always worn my clothes fairly big. I can buy clothes that are too small because I know I’ll fit into them soon. It’s amazing how quickly my clothes get to be too big, while at the same time I feel like I haven’t lost enough sizes. (I know, another crazy contradiction from the crazy head of Sarah) Which leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    FRUSTRATING. &lt;/span&gt; It’s hard for me to know what kind of realistic goals to set. Good enough is never good enough for me. I never feel like I’m losing quickly enough, or I’m doing well enough. I get frustrated about the clothes thing frequently – they’re too big, they’re too small, I don’t have enough.... (see the “hard work” point for other frustrations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    ON DISPLAY. &lt;/span&gt; It feels like people are watching me constantly. They’re not obviously – or if they are it’s out of curiosity, not judgement. I can’t blame them because I do the same thing. But still, whether it’s what I’m eating or how I look, I often feel like a sideshow act :) Of course, I bring a lot of that on myself – I talk about my surgery a lot, and I blog my every action and thought. And I don’t mind answering questions or sharing my experiences at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    CONFIDENTER.&lt;/span&gt;  So confident, in fact, that I dare to use the word confidenter instead of more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    COLD. &lt;/span&gt;I’m cold. All the time. Very, very cold. Yes, part of it is losing my 100-pound coat. But part of it is my body adjusting to all the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there’s other stuff, too.  But that’s quite enough for now, don’t you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2649070453961067444?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2649070453961067444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-100-pounds-feels-like-sarah-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2649070453961067444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2649070453961067444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-100-pounds-feels-like-sarah-style.html' title='What 100 pounds feels like - Sarah style'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2125350594654432883</id><published>2008-12-03T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:31:58.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Some "wows"</title><content type='html'>Today I "ran" 4 miles. There were a few very brief periods where I let myself walk a few feet - I've been sick lately so I cut myself a little slack :) - but I realized that I have moved from walking with periods of jogging to jogging with periods of running. It amazes me every time. I know I post and talk about how far I'm "running" often. That's because I can't get over what an amazing change it is. Literally I feel myself itching to go "running" sometimes. Which is strange, because I'm not very good at it :) And I'm nowhere near a real runner. But compared to 6 months ago when I could only run a few steps? Exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my Christmas shopping, and yesterday I went to this children's store to buy some presents for my favorite babies. I haven't signed the back of my credit card (don't get me started) so she asked for ID. I gave her my license and she really didn't believe that my picture was me. I was truly afraid that she wasn't going to take my card. I explained about the weight loss. (I did not explain about the fact that I'd been sick so I looked gross, my hair was straggly, and I was wearing my glasses) I don't think she believed me, but she took it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2125350594654432883?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2125350594654432883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-wows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2125350594654432883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2125350594654432883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-wows.html' title='Some &quot;wows&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7625187412256374330</id><published>2008-11-16T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:26:34.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>What 100 pounds looks like - Sarah style</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm doing this on this very public internet, but here it is. My "before" picture (I could have at least fixed myself up a little don't you think?) and my "I've lost 100 pounds" picture. I've been taking pictures all along (definitely something I would encourage you to do, by the way, if you are considering or have had the surgery) (or are losing weight another way), but always considered them very private. But for some reason I'm feeling brave enough to show them to you tonight. So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SSCRQZW2vPI/AAAAAAAAGwM/iW6rRwjJvY4/s1600-h/IMG_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SSCRQZW2vPI/AAAAAAAAGwM/iW6rRwjJvY4/s320/IMG_5198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269371274894163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SSCaDYRW-FI/AAAAAAAAGwk/pBJ5uQ5M-rs/s1600-h/IMG_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SSCaDYRW-FI/AAAAAAAAGwk/pBJ5uQ5M-rs/s320/IMG_6907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269380946869024850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell which is the before and which is the after? ;) (I'm kidding, of course. Even I can see the difference there). I've been doing these with the self-timer on my camera and they haven't been coming out great. My friend Laura took the most recent one last night, though, and I think I'm going to get her to do them all from now on because I'm pretty sure I look skinnier in that picture than I do in real life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun weekend celebrating my BFF's 30th.  Happy Birthday Julie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad told me this weekend that I seemed different. I pointed out that I had lost 100 pounds :) He said no, my personality seemed different. He thought that I had become more confident and extroverted without so much extra weight. I don't know if he's right, but I've been thinking about it. I did just post a pretty embarrassing picture here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7625187412256374330?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7625187412256374330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-100-pounds-looks-like-sarah-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7625187412256374330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7625187412256374330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-100-pounds-looks-like-sarah-style.html' title='What 100 pounds looks like - Sarah style'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SSCRQZW2vPI/AAAAAAAAGwM/iW6rRwjJvY4/s72-c/IMG_5198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7049865340268930596</id><published>2008-11-12T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:23:53.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The image in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; So this is how I motivate myself to keep going on this whole weight-loss thing: I imagine that there is a skinny girl inside me. I'm eating right to get her out. But I'm exercising so that when she gets out she's already fit and toned and ready to go. Every time I'm exercising and I'm exhausted I think "Come on, skinny girl. Get stronger now so you can bust out!" I know. Crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else new and amazing today - I swear I find something exciting every day. I finally went swimming again. I ALWAYS swim over to the ladder to get out because I'm not strong enough to pull myself up out on the side. I've tried once or twice and it's embarrassing. I figured it was a combination of weak arms and a lot of weight to pull up. Well, today I decided to try it while no one was around. I like flew out of the pool! It wasn't even hard! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my cousins posted her pictures from the reunion and I swear when I see myself I just look like a fat girl. Which makes me think - if I look so much better than I did before, but I still look like a fat girl......wow. Anyway, there's my Debby-Downer moment of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7049865340268930596?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7049865340268930596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/image-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7049865340268930596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7049865340268930596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/image-in-my-head.html' title='The image in my head'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3062179526858408378</id><published>2008-11-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:22:14.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Going a little crazy</title><content type='html'>I've gone a little crazy about this whole 100-pound thing. I did post it on my Facebook status, which seems a little crazy to me in and of itself :). I'm about to the point where I stop complete strangers on the street to tell them I've lost 100 pounds. Somebody stop me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I set yet another how-far-I-can-"jog"-without-stopping-to-walk record. 2 miles! I only had about 30 minutes, so I "jogged" the whole time, except for a quick warm up and cool down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3062179526858408378?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3062179526858408378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-little-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3062179526858408378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3062179526858408378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-little-crazy.html' title='Going a little crazy'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6548053920246493231</id><published>2008-11-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:20:32.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Shhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>I'm scared to say it out loud, because I'm afraid it's not really true.  I'm going to have to whisper it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;I've lost 100 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I'm excited and at the same time trying to rein it in because I still have a long ways to go. Of course, my brain just keeps telling me - "Yeah, well good for you. I can't believe you even let yourself get into a situation where you had 100 pounds to lose and you still have 60 to go. " Although there's another, albeit smaller, piece of my brain that wants to walk up to everyone I see and say "Hi. I'm Sarah. I've lost 100 pounds." Especially if it means we can have a conversation that does not revolve around elections or politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6548053920246493231?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6548053920246493231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6548053920246493231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6548053920246493231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhhh.html' title='Shhhhh.....'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-5160664406560195016</id><published>2008-11-03T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:19:34.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>My scale is broken.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, let's go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only find an excuse for why my face is breaking out like a teenager the day before prom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-5160664406560195016?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/5160664406560195016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-scale-is-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5160664406560195016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5160664406560195016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-scale-is-broken.html' title='My scale is broken.'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-565759508356574478</id><published>2008-10-30T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:17:55.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>FInding clothes that fit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*UGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some clothing fit issues I'm having - I knew y'all wanted to hear about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** You know how there are some people that look like a caricature of a person. Like from the chest up and the thighs down they are of normal size but then they have an enormous stomach and butt? No? You don't know those people? Come visit me, my friend, and you will... I can tell that I've lost some weight in my boobs and face. Mostly the boobs. (I don't know about my legs, b/c I don't have a full length mirror. Because I'm super together and organized), but my stomach and butt are still enormous. It's NOT a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I don't know what size underwear to buy. In the past, this has been my underwear-buying philosophy: Go to Wal Mart. Find the multi-pack bags of underwear. Find the cheapest one. Buy the biggest size they have. Now I can still wear my underwear, but it's getting kind of baggy and I don't have any idea how to figure out what size to buy next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I put one some Goodwill jeans today (I have like 4 pairs of those) and they fit me perfectly - except for the left calf. I'm serious. Everywhere is perfect, but the left calf is tight. Only the left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I would like to say hello to..... my neck!  I just saw it in the mirror.  Who knew I had one under all those chins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-565759508356574478?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/565759508356574478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-clothes-that-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/565759508356574478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/565759508356574478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-clothes-that-fit.html' title='FInding clothes that fit.'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2846915583448530834</id><published>2008-10-29T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:16:06.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Last night I got on here to write my Last Will and Testament, but decided I was too tired so you guys could just fight over my stuff. Luckily for y’all, I was able to get out of bed this morning after all. I took &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/midatlantic/en/members/bodypump/bodypump-group-fitness-program.aspx"&gt;Body Pump&lt;/a&gt; for the third time last night. I’ve been trying to figure out how much weight I should use – and I think I overdid it a bit. A bit. By the end, every muscle in my body was trembling uncontrollably. But I just kept thinking to myself – “No sagging skin! I will not have saggy skin!” so this better work. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get up this morning relatively pain-free. I’ve been a little sore, but nothing like when I first worked out with Sgt. Bryan and could hardly move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s a tidbit about me – I’M COLD!!!!! No matter where I am when you’re reading this, I’m probably cold. Ever since the weather started to get colder, I cannot warm up. I’ve read about other people with this surgery and I think it’s not so much the loss of weight as it is my body reacting to all the crazy changes and spewing hormones everywhere. I hear the first winter is really cold, but it gets better. Here’s to hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2846915583448530834?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2846915583448530834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2846915583448530834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2846915583448530834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6082484370488600064</id><published>2008-10-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:14:01.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Don't say I never gave you anything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP_M-449bXI/AAAAAAAAF2E/IkPE403R51E/s1600-h/CIMG1721+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP_M-449bXI/AAAAAAAAF2E/IkPE403R51E/s320/CIMG1721+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260148270587276658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;That's me inside the Clifford suit.  Totally exciting, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6082484370488600064?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6082484370488600064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-say-i-never-gave-you-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6082484370488600064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6082484370488600064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-say-i-never-gave-you-anything.html' title='Don&apos;t say I never gave you anything...'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP_M-449bXI/AAAAAAAAF2E/IkPE403R51E/s72-c/CIMG1721+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1937024502396038868</id><published>2008-10-20T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:12:57.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Fall Cleaning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; I spent yesterday cleaning out my closet. Here are all my "fat clothes" that are too big for me and have to be gotten rid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP04Pnq5YCI/AAAAAAAAFbc/V42DoB32C-o/s1600-h/IMG_6268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP04Pnq5YCI/AAAAAAAAFbc/V42DoB32C-o/s320/IMG_6268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259421780836704290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and that's my fat cat Christine. She's wondering what she's going to wear when all the fat clothes are gone. Don't worry yet, cat. There are still many fat clothes to come) (Don't let her innocent look fool you) (Does anyone want to adopt her? And her brother? They're great cats. Really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's a picture of me in my favorite outfit from last winter, when I was so big I was just trying to hide in my clothes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP04PTUqRwI/AAAAAAAAFbU/wo5J2_F33rM/s1600-h/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP04PTUqRwI/AAAAAAAAFbU/wo5J2_F33rM/s320/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259421775374731010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my hair - and the expression on my face - is super attractive here but look past that, ok? Looking at the picture the clothes don't look that big, but trust me. They're really too big. I tried to take one of those holding-out-the-fat-pants-to-show-how-much-bigger-you-used-to-be pictures, and I can hold them out a lot - they really don't stay up by themselves - but I'm still too fat to post it on the internet. Someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1937024502396038868?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1937024502396038868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1937024502396038868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1937024502396038868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-cleaning.html' title='Fall Cleaning!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SP04Pnq5YCI/AAAAAAAAFbc/V42DoB32C-o/s72-c/IMG_6268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8099834592761724016</id><published>2008-10-18T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:11:24.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Clifford!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SPny5wg-YNI/AAAAAAAAFbM/wsBlC7iGnhY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SPny5wg-YNI/AAAAAAAAFbM/wsBlC7iGnhY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501114021437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the WLS community, people often refer to "wow moments" - when you realize how your weight loss has affected your life. I tend to think it's cheesy, naturally b/c I'm cynical like that, but I had one yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our Book Fair/Community Day pep rally, our librarian asked me to wear the Clifford costume. For most of you out there who have always fit into the one-size-fits-all-category, this probably doesn't even seem like a big deal. But I've always had this secret fear of someone not realizing that I was fat (um, how does that happen exactly?), asking me to do it, and me not being able to fit in it. Because I wouldn't. So when she asked me I was shocked that she considered me normal-enough sized to be able to do it. That was exciting moment #1. #2 came when it actually fit. And #3 came when the kids couldn't guess who I was - I guess all the fat didn't show through as much as I thought it would. I had a great time being Clifford, by the way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8099834592761724016?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8099834592761724016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/clifford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8099834592761724016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8099834592761724016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/clifford.html' title='Clifford!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SPny5wg-YNI/AAAAAAAAFbM/wsBlC7iGnhY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8556141524824631665</id><published>2008-10-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:54:14.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Running in the heat!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I went for a "run", not realizing that it is HOT AS ANYTHING out there. I mean, really hot. I got so hot I got chills. I literally had goosebumps all up and down my arms. But I did 4 miles. Which is 5 laps around my trail. The first 4 laps I did more "running" than walking - a good bit more, actually - but the last lap I just walked. I considered it my cool down lap. It took me about 50-55 minutes. Something miraculous has happened since I've started working out more - the trail has gotten shorter. I'm pretty sure it has. It used to be all I could do to do 2 laps - and it took me my full 40 minute workout. So the trail must be getting shorter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm taking a survey here.  This is something that I've been thinking about a lot lately.  I know, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; out and strange but these are the things that go through my head. And this is my blog, where I write things that go through my head. I'm down about 90 pounds right now (since March when I started boot camp), which means naturally I'm thinking about hitting that 100-pound loss mark. My goal is to hit it before my family reunion Nov. 7. Of course, I've been stuck at the same weight for almost a week now, so I may never get there and this may be a moo point. (you know - a moo point. It's like a cow's opinion. It doesn't matter.) (Thanks, Joey!) Back to my question - when I hit 100 pounds lost, do I post that information in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; status? Because it's exciting. But do I want to admit that I had 100 pounds to lose - and I'm still fat? Of course, people knew because - well, they could see me. Still. I know, this is one of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8556141524824631665?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8556141524824631665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-in-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8556141524824631665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8556141524824631665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-in-heat.html' title='Running in the heat!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-245987773873376833</id><published>2008-10-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:52:25.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Some thoughts from the head of me!</title><content type='html'>I met with my nut, Pam, again today. She was pleased with how I've been doing and even said that she thought she was too hard on me last time. (She wasn't, by the way - I needed to hear it. I honestly had thought I was doing ok but I wasn't) She gave me a lot of new helpful suggestions. *note here - none of these suggestions were for foods that I hate followed by "just try it". This was my old nut's way. This is why I no longer see her* She's very sweet and non-judgemental, which makes it easier for me to be as honest with her as I can, which makes it easier for her to help me. So it's good all around. I told her today that I worried that I never hear from anyone else who is not completely in love with their WLS. I tend to be pretty honest about admitting my doubts and frustrations about my surgery. And she told me that there are other people who feel that way, they just don't go to support groups and follow up appointments like I do. So that made me feel good. I'm going to keep fighting for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so tired it's almost dangerous for me to drive, but I went to bed earlier last night and I'm headed that way tonight as well. I need to give this "getting enough sleep" thing a legitimate shot. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-245987773873376833?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/245987773873376833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-thoughts-from-head-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/245987773873376833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/245987773873376833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-thoughts-from-head-of-me.html' title='Some thoughts from the head of me!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7282408918570872006</id><published>2008-10-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:06:12.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><title type='text'>A Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've been doing much better these past 2 weeks with my food choices and I hope when I go back to see Pam (my nutritionist) tomorrow that she'll be pleased. I know the weight has been coming off faster, although the last few days it's slowed down again some. I'm working on being ok with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big complaint at the moment is that I'm SOOOO tired. All the time. I just can't seem to shake it. I feel asleep at my desk on Wednesday and I feel like I crash every chance I get. I don't know if I'm a little sick, if I'm not getting enough sleep, or if I'm missing some vitamin or something that I need. I don't want to jump to conclusions or be paranoid about it, but I'm tempted to call Dr. Elliot and ask him to go ahead and do my bloodwork just to check. He said he would do it at 6 months, which would be January. Maybe this week I'll just focus on getting to bed early and see if that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7282408918570872006?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7282408918570872006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7282408918570872006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7282408918570872006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-weekend.html' title='A Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-5443978895607523740</id><published>2008-10-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:04:51.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>So a good friend is getting married this weekend (and let me add how THRILLED I am for her!!!!!!!!!!!!) and I decided that this was my chance to actually get some new clothes. As I'm losing the weight, I'm trying not to shop too much because (theoretically, at least) I'm losing so quickly that I can't wear the clothes for very long. I need new clothes, of course, so I've been shopping places like Goodwill, Wal-Mart, and my sister's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my BFF and I hit the mall on Wed. in search of the perfect cute new dress. She, naturally, found 3. She's pregnant and it was so much fun shopping for cute little maternity dresses with her! I can't wait to meet the baby, of course (due on my birthday, as all cool kids are) but for now it's fun watching her be pregnant. Anyway. I didn't have much luck. For one thing, it's hard to know what size to get. Obviously, I just have to keep trying things on and different dresses the sizes run differently but still it's confusing. It's a totally new experience for me, though, to be able to say "This is too big. I need a smaller one." I've always worn whatever the biggest size was. Seriously. One time I was in a friend's wedding and just told her to order the biggest size bridesmaid's dress they had. I think this freaked her out, but I was right. It fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, too many tangents tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cut this story short and tell you that, after much work and heartache, I have found a new dress! This is more exciting to me than it probably is to the average person. For one thing, it was super on sale at Dillard's and I got it for $16! (The only other one that I had found was $90 and I just couldn't go there) Another thing....it's a size 16. Seriously. Let me put this in perspective for you - before surgery, I was a tight 24. When I bought the dress today, the pants I was wearing were a 22. I'll admit they're a little big. But I was thinking I was just barely into a 20. Now, let's be fair. I won't fit into a 16 in pretty much anything else. This dress just happened to run big or something. Still it's exciting to me. (Normally I do not discuss my clothing size. Ever. But I got over it because it's an exciting part of documenting this process for me.) Here's a fuzzy-because-I-used-the-self-timer-and-I'm-having-issues-with-that picture of the dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SO67Q3YzzKI/AAAAAAAAFTo/07ET5Y0aKgY/s1600-h/IMG_6170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SO67Q3YzzKI/AAAAAAAAFTo/07ET5Y0aKgY/s320/IMG_6170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343713608256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-5443978895607523740?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/5443978895607523740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5443978895607523740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5443978895607523740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SO67Q3YzzKI/AAAAAAAAFTo/07ET5Y0aKgY/s72-c/IMG_6170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2098919142024194849</id><published>2008-10-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:00:52.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>Great Beach Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(This was part of a longer&lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-beach-retreat.html"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt; about my weekend at a beach retreat with my Sunday School class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted about my meeting with Pam, the nutritionist, last Tuesday. But we're talking about changing a lot of things about the way I eat and I've been working pretty hard at it. I did pretty well this weekend. I took some things to eat/drink, but tried not to make a big deal out of it. I told some people about the surgery when it came up, but not everyone. I really don't mind talking about it, but I don't want people to feel like they have to listen to me go on about it, know what I mean? Sat. afternoon I did get sick and that was pretty miserable - especially since all of the bathrooms were occupied by people showering after an afternoon at the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2098919142024194849?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2098919142024194849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-beach-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2098919142024194849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2098919142024194849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-beach-retreat.html' title='Great Beach Retreat'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-428063717118815671</id><published>2008-09-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:57:55.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><title type='text'>3 month follow-up</title><content type='html'>I also went for my 3 month follow-up appointment today. I had lost 17 pounds since my last appointment a month ago, bringing my total lost to 81 pounds. I, as usual, was frustrated with that but my dr. was pleased. He said that starting month 3 (which this past one was for me), bypass patients should lose 15-20 pounds a month. This is not fast enough to satisfy me! Of course, I think I'm starting to feel about losing weight the way that one of the Rockefellers did about money. Someone asked him once how much money was enough and he answered (quite cleverly, I thought), "Just a little bit more" So I need to watch that I don't drive myself crazy over this. I have a family reunion at the beginning of November though, and I really want to have lost 100 pounds by then. It's 6 weeks away so that's a fairly realistic goal, but I'm definitely going to have to work on it. Although to be honest with you, most of my family there probably won't even notice I've lost weight. A lot of them are 2nd cousins and such and at the last family reunion I was actually at my lowest weight with Weight Watchers, and I should be right around that weight again. Which means, yes, in the last 5 years I have gained and lost 100 pounds. How scary is that? (well, not quite yet but you see what I'm getting at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my food journal in to show my dr., even though I really didn't want to. I know that I haven't been making the best food choices and I'm frustrated with myself about it. I exercise, I get in my water, I take my supplements, I eat appropriate portions - I'm just not choosing the best foods. Which was my problem pre-op, too. He acknowledged that but was much nicer than I thought I had a right to expect. He focused a lot on the weight that I've lost and the things that are going well and said, "Well, you can't argue with the weight loss" Not that he let me slide on it - he talked about what I should be doing and tomorrow I see the nut and have to really face the music there. She's very nice, too. I don't know why it is that I have so much trouble with this. It seems so easy when we talk about it, but then I drag myself through another day and it's all I can do to get off the couch and eat anything at all. I know all the good things to do - cook ahead, plan meals, only keep healthy things in the house, even just forcing myself to cook something and it's never as big a deal as I make it out to be. I guess I'm just a crazy whack job. But I have come a long way. The choices I'm making now, while not great, are way better than what I was making last year at this time. So I just have to keep working at it. Like Dr. E. said today, I need to develop good habits now b/c in 5 years the surgery won't be helping me so much and it will be up to me to keep the weight off. I know I talk about this a lot - and at length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went and took a Zumba class at the gym! I did this once way back in the spring when I had to wear my heart monitor. I remember that I had such a hard time getting my heart rate down where it was supposed to be - the class kicked my butt. Tonight I definitely worked, but I didn't die! If you're not familiar with Zumba, then clearly you've been living under a rock. The Zumba craze kind of reminds me of the Tae-Bo craze 10 years ago. (I bought into that one, too - I had the tapes! Go Billy Blanks!) It's like a dance class with salsa, belly dancing, Latin moves, stuff like that. It's really loud and high energy and fun - and a lot of work. My class tonight had probably 50-75 people crammed into it. That's a lot of people to hide behind, and trust me - there will be someone there less coordinated than you. There was a man in his 50s in our class tonight! But you can't really be shy and do Zumba - and it would probably be better if you had some dance experience. Or some rhythm. So, if you were not me. But as much as I stress about it, no one is there to watch me. I know you find that hard to believe, but I've come to learn it's true. I'll probably go back. Anybody want to Zumba with me? (If you get the chance to take a class with Angela at American Family West End, I highly recommend her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-428063717118815671?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/428063717118815671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-month-follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/428063717118815671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/428063717118815671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-month-follow-up.html' title='3 month follow-up'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6122136717711083764</id><published>2008-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:56:50.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects'/><title type='text'>Losing Hair</title><content type='html'>My hair is starting to fall out. I was expecting it and terrified of it. But, come to find out - it's not such a big deal. Really. I always heard about it as a side effect of WLS, but people never really seemed too upset about it and I couldn't figure it out. Because it seemed like a big deal to me. But, it's not like I'm going bald or anything. It will just thin out a little bit. Right now, it's not coming out in huge clumps but that may change. Then again, it may not. With all of the changes that I have to put up with as a post-op, this one is actually pretty easy to live with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6122136717711083764?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6122136717711083764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6122136717711083764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6122136717711083764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-hair.html' title='Losing Hair'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2297092348419121536</id><published>2008-09-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:50:51.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>Tired and Whiny</title><content type='html'>A kid at school asked me if I was pregnant today.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a really hard time getting my head around this whole new-way-of-eating thing. Which is frustrating to me b/c I spent a lot of time getting ready for it and knew what I was getting into. Fully. But I get so irritated that I have to think so much about what I have to eat, and I never feel like eating when I should, or then I get really hungry but I don't feel like fixing anything so I just mope around and get grumpier. Then I get frustrated and start chastising myself, which makes me defensive (with myself, naturally, because this is a normal thing) and even more irritable and want to do/eat something I'm not supposed to just to prove that "I can". To myself. (picture Napoleon Dynamite saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idiot!&lt;/span&gt;" here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I'm just not feeling good. Not sick - nothing that I should actually complain about. Just tired, with frequent feelings of nausea and light-headedness. Plus the whole grumpier-than-Oscar-the-Grouch thing. Maybe I'm PMSing. That would actually be great, because then I would have a reason and know it will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, I had a lot of these same feelings about eating before surgery. But then I would just order a pizza or go to McDonalds to resolve it, and those are not viable options now. Which is good, because that's why I ended up in this position in the first place. But I need to find another way to resolve it. And it has to be one that makes me happy when I'm this irritable, and that's no easy task. As anyone who knows me well knows, once I get into a grumpy-funk pretty much everything just makes it worse. A lot of times, honestly, I just have to take a nap and sleep it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2297092348419121536?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2297092348419121536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-and-whiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2297092348419121536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2297092348419121536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-and-whiny.html' title='Tired and Whiny'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4872058525479523870</id><published>2008-09-15T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:48:15.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Be glad you can't see me right now...</title><content type='html'>I'm really sweaty and gross. Really gross.  I took a picture to show you, then vetoed it as un-bloggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that's a great way to start off a post, don't you? More people should do that. Maybe I should lead a blog school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got back from using the trail around my apt. complex. And I'm proud to say that I did a jog/walk combo for most of it. I'm not going to say I jogged half of it, but I did do a significant portion which is fairly amazing for me. I literally used to run like 3 steps and feel like I was going to die. If you have never been really fat, you may think that is an exaggeration, but it isn't. I did about 3 miles in 40 minutes, which for those of you keeping track (i.e., me) is an average of about 4.5 miles an hour. When I started out, I was doing about 3 mph. So that's exciting. And encouraging for me because I'm going through a "I can't see the weight loss" phase right now that's pretty discouraging. But I am definitely seeing an improvement in my exercising, which is good motivation for me to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hungry today, which is strange. It's hard for me to know if it's real hunger or just a habit of being hungry in the afternoon after school. Sometimes I don't feel like I eat enough - it almost seems like the weight comes off better when I eat a little more. But most of the time I feel like I eat as much as an average person does. I probably don't, but it seems like it. There was a girl at my school last year who had this surgery (she's not there anymore), and everyone keeps explaining to me how little she ate. Which makes me feel like they think I'm eating more than that and I shouldn't be. Whatever. I'm working on keeping a food journal to take to the doc and the nut this month, so we'll see what they have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4872058525479523870?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4872058525479523870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-glad-you-cant-see-me-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4872058525479523870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4872058525479523870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-glad-you-cant-see-me-right-now.html' title='Be glad you can&apos;t see me right now...'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1186273843797933324</id><published>2008-09-11T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:38:11.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Little updates :)</title><content type='html'>It just occurred to me the other day - when I read other WLS patient's blogs, I always want to know how much weight they're losing. Yet I never post mine. I don't know why. Maybe b/c I already know so I'm not curious :) Anyway, it's not a secret so I thought I'd share. To date, since I started pre-op "boot camp" back in March, I've lost about 75 pounds. It hasn't come off evenly, though. The stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-op (3 1/2 months): 27 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st 2 weeks after surgery: 20 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next 6 weeks: 17 pounds (yes, this was a very frustrating 6 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last 2 weeks: 11 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that comes out close to 75. I'm thinking the goal is to average around 5 lb/week. Everyone has different ideas, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an exciting WLS-related story: I have these pants that I love. They're from Lands End, just elastic-waist, loose, cotton pants. When I'm at home I practically live in them, and I wear them to sleep in a lot (I have two pairs). I've noticed just in the last week or so that they're really getting too big to wear. This morning they literally fell off of me as I was walking from the bathroom to my bedroom. Just fell off. As excited as I am about the lost weight, I'll be a little sad to lose my favorite pants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1186273843797933324?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1186273843797933324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1186273843797933324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1186273843797933324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-updates.html' title='Little updates :)'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7220528310651979930</id><published>2008-09-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:46:06.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Champion of the Games</title><content type='html'>I did something new and exciting for me - when I hit the gym, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran &lt;/span&gt;on the treadmill. Ok, it was more like a jog. You know that speed where you can't quite walk that fast but you can't quite run that slow? That's where I was. And I only did it in 1-minute bursts (jog a minute, walk a minute for 5 minutes - then spend 5 minutes walking on an incline and repeat. But even my walking was faster than I usually do) The best part was I didn't even think I was going to die! Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;This is how I picture myself on the treadmill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2041199/runningshoe_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2041199/runningshoe_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I really look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.illustrationsof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/8890_sweaty_fat_man_running_and_trying_to_keep_up_with_a_snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.illustrationsof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/8890_sweaty_fat_man_running_and_trying_to_keep_up_with_a_snail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, well.  Dare to dream, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7220528310651979930?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7220528310651979930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/champion-of-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7220528310651979930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7220528310651979930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/02/champion-of-games.html' title='Champion of the Games'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1259959414529150561</id><published>2008-08-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:32:22.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month follow-up</title><content type='html'>Today I'm 8 weeks out from surgery and I had my 2 month follow up with Dr. Elliot. He said that I was doing the right things, but agreed that my weight loss was slower than average for a bypass patient. He said, "Just keep it up and the weight will come off" This is what I have to say to him -&lt;br /&gt;*blech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy, dreary day today reminds me how much I love sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1259959414529150561?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1259959414529150561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-month-follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1259959414529150561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1259959414529150561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-month-follow-up.html' title='2 month follow-up'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7503568767020292662</id><published>2008-08-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:28:53.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>Back to Real Life</title><content type='html'>I continue to be frustrated with my weight loss. I'm losing about 2 pounds a week, which is actually pretty good weight loss if I was doing Weight Watchers. However, one of the reasons that I chose this particular surgery is that I'm impatient. And it's a lot harder than WW. So it should be coming off faster. I'm trying not to get too frustrated and be patient, but it's hard. I'm eating real food now, which I love, but it comes with some challenges of its own. While in Charleston, I ate things that I'm allowed to eat, but I didn't make the best choices I could possibly make. Does that make sense? I didn't cheat, per se, but I could have done better. Another hard thing was eating slowly when I was with my family. I got food stuck after a lot of meals, which isn't fun. I actually threw up on the street in Charleston, which was totally embarassing. It just came out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday, and food hasn't been sitting very well since. It's weird - I get hungry and then as soon as I get to the point where I'm going to eat, I don't want to eat it at all. Tonight I went over to a friend's house and I ate some chicken - just a little bit of chicken breast on the grill. I've been eating chicken for a long time now! But boy did I pay for it tonight. I was back and forth to the bathroom. I threw up 4 times, which is unheard of for me. I couldn't imagine that there was anything left in there to throw up! I had my papaya pills, and they helped some but it finally just took time. I have no idea why it happened - the only thing I can figure is that the chicken was too dry. (Not an insult to the cook, by the way!) They were cooking with barbeque sauce, and made mine without it b/c of the sugar in bbq. He seasoned it - it tasted good! - but maybe I need to make sure there's something giving it more moisture. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little warning, which is going to contain TMI, so feel free to skip:&lt;br /&gt;After surgery, pay attention to your poop. If you haven't gone for a few days, you're going to want to take some fiber or something. Don't just not pay attention and ignore it. Because eventually, it's going to want to come out. And it's going to hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7503568767020292662?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7503568767020292662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7503568767020292662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7503568767020292662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-real-life.html' title='Back to Real Life'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4735572515093458067</id><published>2008-08-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:24:50.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The Olympics Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, obviously, clearly, no duh! - I'm not an athlete. Nowhere close. I don't pretend to be, nor do I play one on TV, film, or radio. The fact that I'm still painfully hobbling around two days after I first went back to weights at the gym is clear evidence of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps swims &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four times&lt;/span&gt; faster than me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four times&lt;/span&gt;. So picture this. Mike and me hit the pool. We dive in. By the time I get to the other side, he's already done two whole laps - up and back, up and back. And he's not even breathing hard. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://away.com/images/outside/200801/michael-phelps-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://away.com/images/outside/200801/michael-phelps-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beginning-of-the-Olympic games thought: I love gymnastics. I always wanted to be a gymnast. I loved doing gymnastics and dance when I was little. I think I quit because I got fat. Also, I was lazy. I know when I lose some of this weight, I'm going to take dance classes again. Do you think they offer gymnastics classes for grown-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/sivault/image/1996/07/21/005356625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/sivault/image/1996/07/21/005356625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insidegymnastics.com/content/articlefiles/103-liukin%20bars%20visa%20lloyd%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.insidegymnastics.com/content/articlefiles/103-liukin%20bars%20visa%20lloyd%20web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can picture me doing this, right? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4735572515093458067?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4735572515093458067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4735572515093458067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4735572515093458067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-begin.html' title='The Olympics Begin!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6331285088327392824</id><published>2008-08-06T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:22:45.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>A Good Day :)</title><content type='html'>So today - a whole day of feeling normal! Woo-hoo! I ate normal people food and didn't feel nauseous all the time. I'm excited about it, and hoping that it continues. Of course, I got carried away and ate too much at dinner - a whole 1/2 cup! - and that was a mistake. So I'm learning as I go. Tonight's lesson - measure your food. Eat slowly. And STOP. But that's what these first few months are about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6331285088327392824?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6331285088327392824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6331285088327392824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6331285088327392824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-da.html' title='A Good Day :)'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8500553022729606243</id><published>2008-08-05T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:21:02.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Attitude adjustment needed</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just want you all to know that I KNOW I'm being whiny and pitiful over this whole thing.... I've been reading other WLS patient's blogs (I never know if it's ok to link to them or not? What is the proper etiquette there? If someone has posted their link publicly, is it ok for me to link to it? Or should I check with each individual person? Who knows) and they all seem to have so much more of a "This is hard, but it was a good decision and I'm glad I did it" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goal is to work on that. Know that, despite how unhappy I may feel at any given moment, deep down I know that I prayed about this for something like a year before deciding to have the surgery, and then worked for 6 months pre-op to get ready. So I know it was the right decision for me. But I don't handle pain or discomfort well. And I think my hormones may be raging out of control at the moment and making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Lynchburg tonight after 5 days to find that my rent hasn't been paid (I gave them an automated debit form - this happened last August as well. Frustrating) and that the tickets I bought to go to Charleston next week were both for the same day. Surprisingly, I didn't actually want to fly down to Charleston and leave 30 min. later. So I have now doubled the cost of my tickets in change fees. So you can see why I feel cray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart! I have overcome the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8500553022729606243?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8500553022729606243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/attitude-adjustment-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8500553022729606243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8500553022729606243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/attitude-adjustment-needed.html' title='Attitude adjustment needed'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6505830026637750408</id><published>2008-08-04T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:19:27.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><title type='text'>Hello from Lynchburg!`</title><content type='html'>So I've had a few intervals of feeling better this weekend, but for the most part the nausea/pain continues to stay with me. Sometimes it's bad, others not so much. Yesterday while my dad and I were at the mall, it hit me badly and suddenly so I made him leave. It had been about 4 hourse since lunch, so I can't imagine that it was something I ate.... I've been off the Actigall for almost a week now. I'll call my dr. either today or tomorrow and report back in on how that hasn't helped and see what they say. I'm also allowed to start eating real food today! Hooray!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emotionally, I'm a bit of a mess as well. Yesterday I went to church with my parents and they were having communion. At their church, the bread is actually homeade white bread cut up into small cubes (less than 1"). They use grape juice. Neither of these are things I'm supposed to have - however, I figured the grape juice in such a small quantity wouldn't have enough sugar to hurt me and that would be ok. The bread, however, I wasn't so sure about. Bread - especially soft, white bread - can get gummed up and stuck in the opening leading out of my pouch. So I figured I was going to have to pass on that, at least for now. My mom assured me that God would understand :) And I knew he would, but it sent me over the edge anyway. I had a moment of "As if I didn't feel different enough being fat and single at 30, and not being able to get the weight off without surgery, then I can't eat what everyone else can and now I can't I even do communion!" I left church, went to the bathroom and cried and cried and cried. Eventually my mom came to check on me, which made me cry some more. So I left and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're not, or never have been fat, there's a lot of things about it that you've probably never thought of or wouldn't understand. One of the things that struck me this weekend is how I hate going places in Lynchburg, like their church - where I grew up- with my parents. Because they always introduce me to people and I feel like they must be embarassed to say "This is my daughter." I'm fat, single, and haven't done anything really exciting - I'm not a doctor or a missionary. I'm not really very interesting at all. (So why are you reading this? ;) ) Of course, my parents absolutely deny feeling this way - and they may not. But it's still how I feel every time I get introduced. It's the same way I feel running into people I knew from growing up. "Well, here I am. I haven't really done such a good job of growing up, huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, it seems like I'm just having a pity party for myself and doing some whining here - and let's be honest, I am. But I'm just trying to "let people in" to the mind of an overweight person. It's amazing how it affects anything and everything that you do. I'll share some more fat secrets with you another day :) - like how I come up with excuses to avoid trips to amusement parks because I won't fit on any of the fun rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, I've gone on too long here. Happy first full week of August everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6505830026637750408?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6505830026637750408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-from-lynchburg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6505830026637750408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6505830026637750408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-from-lynchburg.html' title='Hello from Lynchburg!`'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6734669449556978528</id><published>2008-07-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:15:54.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>***Warning - May contain TMI***</title><content type='html'>I'm going to post briefly b/c I am not feeling well at all - however, if people are considering this surgery they need to know everything that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling nauseous all the time, and eating and/or drinking seem to make it worse. It's making me exhausted and very, very cranky. I'm wishing that I had never done this in the first place. As my sister pointed out, if this were Weight Watchers and I felt this way I could just cheat. But I can't. I'll get sick. And I know that's why I chose this surgery still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've looked into WLS surgery at all you've probably heard of a phenomenon called "dumping",which by the way is a name that I hate. I "dumped" yesterday for the first time. I had gone out to a Mexican restaurant with some friends, and I ordered a quesadilla with chicken. I ate just a little bit of the shredded chicken and cheese, which I figured would be fine since basically all I've eaten the past 2 weeks are eggs, chicken, and cheese. But I guess the restaurant cheese had a lot more fat than the cheese I use at home b/c a little while later I was in my friend's bathroom. I felt like elephants were stomping on my stomach, I was sweating like crazy, I was shaking, and I didn't know which end to point at the toilet ;) I stayed that way for about 20 minutes. It was awful, and left me feeling worn out and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so freakin' tired of feeling bad and not being able to eat things. When you feel nauseous, what do you do? Well, you can drink some ginger ale. No can do - no carbonation allowed. You can eat some crackers - no can do. No bread or crackers allowed. You don't keep eating and drinking stuff - no can do. Have to get a minimum in. So I could go on and on ranting about how sick and angry and frustrated I feel, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why - first of all, who wants to read that? Second of all - and it pains me at this moment to write this - it will pass. I know it will. I know that lots and lots of people feel this way at this point after surgery (especially the what have I done? thing. I don't know about the nausea.) Ok, off to feel sorry for myself some more.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Added later - I wanted to add that I have yet to actually throw up since the surgery. I've wanted to - plenty of times. But I haven't. I very rarely do, as a rule. But if I had a stricture, a serious concern post-op, I would be actually throwing up everything I ate or drink. So it's good to know that's not the problem. And, by the way, I'm updating this at 11:30 at night when I should be in bed because I'm too nauseous to lie down quite yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6734669449556978528?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6734669449556978528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-may-contain-tmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6734669449556978528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6734669449556978528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-may-contain-tmi.html' title='***Warning - May contain TMI***'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4518033563450998479</id><published>2008-07-29T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:13:55.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>1 month checkup</title><content type='html'>Ok, well it hasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically &lt;/span&gt;been a whole month...more like 4 weeks tomorrow. But I went back to see Dr. E today, and I met with Pam, the nutritionist as well. Let me remind you that I am smack in the middle of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why-in-the-world-did-I-do-this-crazy-thing-I'll-never-make-it-&lt;br /&gt;when-can-I-eat-real-food-like-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a-normal-person&lt;/span&gt; doldrums, in addition to constant nausea. Yesterday I got a sudden pain across my abdomen that was killer bad. I waited it out about 20 minutes and finally took some of my pain medicine and slept it off. So when I got to Dr. E's office and was meeting with his awesome nurse, Michaela, and she weighed me and I found out that I have only lost 6 pounds in the last 2 weeks...... let's just say it took all the strength I had to sit in the exam room waiting for Dr. Elliot and not bawl. But Dr. E said that was a total of 27 pounds the first month (53 pounds lost now total), which was average for the RNY (Since when has average ever made me happy?) and that it was just my body adjusting and getting used to the changes. So he didn't seem worried about it. Me? Worried. Stressed. Unhappy. In other dr. appt. related news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;****WARNING***** This bullet may contain a little TMI for some of you. You may want to skip to the next one. Dr. E thought that my stomach pain could be from a number of things, but that it wasn't worth worrying about (clearly he wasn't the one doubled over in pain :) ) unless it happens repeatedly. Michaela, the nurse, said that it could be from constipation and suggested that I start taking Benefiber. So I am. See, that wasn't too bad now was it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As for the nausea, Dr.E said that wasn't terribly unusual, but that some patients got nauseous from the Actigall that I'm taking. So he said to stop taking it for a week and see if it improves. Although I don't know what he's going to do if it does help, b/c I'm supposed to take this stuff for 6 months. Maybe there's something else he can give me? We'll see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. E and Pam were both pleased with what I'm eating - how much protein and liquids I'm getting in, etc. I talked with Pam for a long time about ideas for things that I can do once school starts b/c it's going to be much harder when I have to get up and get out the door, and pack my lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next Monday I get to go to solid foods! Wooo-hooo! Pam suggested still staying with softer foods, but a whole world of food choices are going to open up to me :) I don't even know yet what I'll eat. But I can't wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. E didn't look at my incisions, which I thought was strange.  But I didn't think of it until after I left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dr. Elliot basically told me that the next few weeks were the hardest time and that once I get through those I'm going to feel much better. I'm clinging to that promise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4518033563450998479?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4518033563450998479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-month-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4518033563450998479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4518033563450998479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-month-checkup.html' title='1 month checkup'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3462209462843104889</id><published>2008-07-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:11:29.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I posted earlier about not getting all of my protein in, and Dawn had a good question. She wondered how I was not getting it in when 2 protein shakes should easily meet my requirement for the day. Here's the answer - and when I go to see the dr. for my 1 month follow-up on Tuesday I'm going to double-check on this - my surgeon wants me to eat 3 meals a day and nothing else. He will (grudgingly :) ) allow one small snack mid-afternoon if I have a long time between lunch and dinner. He counts a protein shake as a meal, not as part of the liquids that I do during the day. So I've been trying to eat actual food rather than protein shakes - mostly because I like it better :), but also because long term that's what I need to be doing and what my doctor prefers. So I'm not doing many protein shakes at this point. I have been doing one for breakfast a lot of days, and that's helping. The past few days I have gotten to my protein and water goals, which is good. I worry some that Dr. E. only asks me to get in 40 g of protein, while Pam (the nutritionist) said 60, so I try and go higher than 40 when I can. I have to keep reminding myself that he's the doctor and I'm not.... a little bit of knowledge can be a bad thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling kind of generally run-down and nauseous. Not in a hugely major way, more in an annoyance kind of way. I'm exhausted, but having a lot of trouble sleeping. Last night (now, don't fuss at me. I know I shouldn't do this and am NOT going to do it again - it was a one time thing) I was so tired that I took some of my pain medicine just to help me sleep. It was awesome. I conked out quickly and was dead to the world for 9 hours. I really needed that! I also have nausea medication that Dr. E prescribed for me when I left the hospital, but I haven't taken any of that yet. I think that makes you sleepy, too, and I just haven't felt like I feel bad enough to take it. I'm going to talk to him about all of this on Tuesday,when I go to see him. I have been trying to notice if I feel worse after I eat certain things, and I haven't noticed anything. Just a general feeling worse in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the "Dear-God-what-have-I-done-this-is-insane" stage where I'm totally freaked out and a little regretting that I had the surgery. However, from what I understand almost everyone experiences this at about this point, so I'm confident that it will pass. Probably when I start noticing significant weight loss. I'm still at the point where I can hardly tell. I'm wearing all the same clothes, although they're a little big. But I still feel like 50 pounds down they should be bigger than they are. Patience, Sarah, patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3462209462843104889?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3462209462843104889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-posted-earlier-about-not-getting-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3462209462843104889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3462209462843104889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-posted-earlier-about-not-getting-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7564160552953097631</id><published>2008-07-22T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:08:45.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>3 week post-op tidbits and observations</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rarely feel hungry - more like I eat because I'm supposed to, measure it, and eat how much I'm supposed to. On the flip side, I don't really feel full either. I do have "head hunger" quite often where I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; particular foods, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've found that water doesn't sit in my stomach very well, especially in the morning. By evening I can usually tolerate it. If I add any kind of flavor to it, though, I'm fine. Even sipping throughout the day, it's hard to get in my 64 oz. If I drink too fast, it hurts! It kind of feels like someone is stepping on my chest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interestingly enough, I tolerate protein shakes better in the morning than I do in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's hard to get in 40-60 grams of protein when your total food intake for the day is only 3/4 of a cup! (40 is what my surgeon says, 60 is from the nutritionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been dizzy a lot more since surgery. You know how when you stand up too fast you get dizzy for a minute? That happens to me almost every time I stand up now. Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My incisions look awesome. The lowest one is the worst, because my clothes rub against it. It's REALLY hard for me not to pick at them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the most part, I feel as good as I did pre-op, energy wise. I still get tired a little bit easier, though. It seems like so long ago - it's hard to remember that I'm still just 3 weeks out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have take Zantac (an antacid, to prevent acid in my stomach while it's still healing - this lasts for 30 days), Actigall (to prevent gallstones since they are often caused by rapid weight loss - this lasts for 6 months), chewable Flinstones Complete vitamins, and Viactiv for calcium each twice a day. The Actigall, vitamin, and viactiv all have to be taken at least 2 hours apart from each other. The Zantac can be taken with the vitamin or the viactiv, but not the Actigall. So basically every 2 hours I have to take some sort of pill. This is much harder than it seems to remember to do. In fact, right now I just realized I've missed one. *sigh* I put all 6 pills in a little baggie at the beginning of the day to help me keep track of what I've taken and what I haven't. I need a better system. Maybe a watch with an alarm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have to be honest here - this weekend at my parents, I ate things that I probably shouldn't have. I tolerated them pretty well, though. (On a side note, you may notice that I don't really post what I'm actually eating. That's because every surgeon and everyone's experience are so different. Any time I've been around a group of WLS patients - support groups, online, social gatherings - if someone mentions something they like to eat, someone else has a reason why that's not a good idea. This gets me confused and overwhelmed. So I have a strict rule of listening to my surgeon and ONLY my surgeon. I love blogs where WLS patients post recipes for things they're eating, but that's not going to be me.) Anyway, back to my weekend. Tolerating them and being supposed to eat them are two totally different things. I learned that I get frustrated when other people are eating and I can't, and it makes me want to eat things I shouldn't. Sometimes just to say ha-ha. So this is a problem I'm going to work on. Because I'm only 3 weeks out and that's a slippery slope to start on. I am determined that I will NOT be a person who makes a lot of excuses for things. So, I won't. I messed up this weekend, but I'm starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, I have not felt so good. I can't imagine that it was leftover from this weekend, so I don't know what it is. I've felt nauseous and a little crampy most of the day. Not serious, call-the-doctor-sick, just yucky. In fact, I never ate lunch and I'm having problems getting my water in. That may be the problem. I had my shake at breakfast and that's all I've had today. I may just have another shake for dinner and go back to liquids until this passes. I also went back to the gym today (yay!) and swam laps. I swam a whole mile - it took me about 50 minutes - and that may have been too much. I felt fine while I was doing it, but when I got out I was definitely sore and exhausted. This heat probably has me run down, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those negatives, here's something that I have been doing well post-op - eating very slowly, taking very tiny bites, and chewing my food nearly to death. When I ate with my family, my little 1/4 cup (using those little white prep bowls I posted a picture of a few days ago) usually took me longer than it took them to eat their whole meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, be cute one and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7564160552953097631?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7564160552953097631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-week-post-op-tidbits-and-observations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7564160552953097631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7564160552953097631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-week-post-op-tidbits-and-observations.html' title='3 week post-op tidbits and observations'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3020102207811855288</id><published>2008-07-16T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:05:13.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>soft foods</title><content type='html'>So I've been able to "eat" again for 2 days, and I'm already over it :) Ok, to be fair I haven't exactly branched out yet. I've basically had eggs and cheese. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad to have them. And I have a whole list of other things I need to try. It's just inconvenient. It's hard for me to be patient enough with this thing. Dr. E says that my pouch is still swollen and needs mushy foods only to help it heal. And I believe him, I just.....am anxious. To see results, and to be released from all of these food restrictions. (There are some lifetime food restrictions involved, obviously, that I came to terms with long ago. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm tired tonight, and that's contributing to my frustration. I spent most of the day playing games with my friend Theresa and her awesome son Cameron, then went to the pool and played games with some other friends. So while it wasn't exactly a stressful day :), it was full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3020102207811855288?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3020102207811855288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/soft-foods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3020102207811855288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3020102207811855288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/soft-foods.html' title='soft foods'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8298822366131493157</id><published>2008-07-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:04:14.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>First post-op doctor visit</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from my first post-op visit with Dr. E. I was so excited to go back and be freed to do new things that I was literally dancing in the shower at 11:00 last night. It went even better than I hoped! Since my surgery 2 weeks ago, I'm down 20 pounds (which is completely amazing to me), making my total loss 47 lbs. so far. He told me I could go ahead and start on mushy foods - next stop after typing is to scramble an egg! - and that I could do basically anything I want now. Go to the gym - including weights, which I definitely thought would be later, swim, travel. He said my incisions are looking good and since I'm not having any problems I can start trying new things. I'm sooooooooooo excited! Look out world, Sarah's back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8298822366131493157?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8298822366131493157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post-op-doctor-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8298822366131493157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8298822366131493157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post-op-doctor-visit.html' title='First post-op doctor visit'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7080659566706906333</id><published>2008-07-14T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:02:51.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>First follow up</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I go back for my first follow-up appointment with Dr. Elliot. I can't wait! I'm excited to get weighed, of course (I've purposely avoided doing it - I don't even have a scale at home) But I'm more excited for him to tell me that I can eat FOOD! I went out and bought eggs and canned chicken tonight in preparation for the "mushy food" stage that I'm hoping will begin tomorrow. I'm also hoping that he'll give my clearance to go to Lynchburg this weekend (shouldn't be a problem) and to start exercising and swimming again (not sure how this one will go). I'm just ready to move on to the next stage of this whole process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, because I don't really feel hungry most of the time. But I feel good, like I SHOULD be able to eat anything I want, and I can't which is frustrating. So I will be sure and report back. Happy Monday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7080659566706906333?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7080659566706906333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7080659566706906333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7080659566706906333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-follow-up.html' title='First follow up'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-944386782143884283</id><published>2008-07-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:01:24.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; Today I went shopping! And not the dreaded clothes shopping - the fun kind. I got things for me to cook/eat with now that I'm a post-op. I hope that I will really use all of these things - I plan on it! - not only because I spent the money on them, but because it will mean I'm doing the things I'm supposed to. After talking to a lot of people, here are some of my purchases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually this was the other day. I went to Target and got a crock pot (which I did not take a picture of b/c it's just a normal crock pot. They had one that had a small dish in it, but it was $45 and the normal one was $17. I went for the normal one. No brainer) and this little food processor, which holds about a cup and a half (more than I will probably ever be able to eat at one sitting):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqepCAr5vI/AAAAAAAAEzs/x0QRR9Vi4N8/s1600-h/IMG_5630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqepCAr5vI/AAAAAAAAEzs/x0QRR9Vi4N8/s320/IMG_5630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661145641084658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(by the way, I put everything on one of my average-size dinner plates, just so you can compare)&lt;br /&gt;I also bought this little food scale for me to weigh things like meats on to be sure I'm getting the right amount. The cool thing about this is that the top bucket comes off and the bottom part fits right in it for storage. There's even a lid, which I'm sure I will lose in approximately 3.67 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqezSCDA4I/AAAAAAAAE0c/0C-d9KG0fjk/s1600-h/IMG_5645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqezSCDA4I/AAAAAAAAE0c/0C-d9KG0fjk/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661321740452738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuing on in the area of "food prep", I bought little pots and pans! They're soooo cute - and they're blue! (They had other colors, but blue obviously rocked the most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqepscmrNI/AAAAAAAAEz0/4Rzobohddd4/s1600-h/IMG_5633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqepscmrNI/AAAAAAAAEz0/4Rzobohddd4/s320/IMG_5633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661157032471762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqeqEfdZ-I/AAAAAAAAEz8/MI0ffclDu_w/s1600-h/IMG_5637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqeqEfdZ-I/AAAAAAAAEz8/MI0ffclDu_w/s320/IMG_5637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661163486898146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqerQ_UyxI/AAAAAAAAE0E/-8zHW3QDA_k/s1600-h/IMG_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqerQ_UyxI/AAAAAAAAE0E/-8zHW3QDA_k/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661184021646098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on to the area of "food consumption", I bought a set of these little prep bowls that will be perfect for me - they hold about 2 oz., or half the size of one of my meals. Just right for me to put my veggies in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqerrgx70I/AAAAAAAAE0M/zjPfUXXpf7U/s1600-h/IMG_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqerrgx70I/AAAAAAAAE0M/zjPfUXXpf7U/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661191141289794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these are the plates I bought - they're just regular salad plates, so I didn't bother putting them on the big plate for comparison. You know how big salad plates are :) But they're pretty so I'm putting them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqezLZgr1I/AAAAAAAAE0U/G-Ad8-ypEls/s1600-h/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqezLZgr1I/AAAAAAAAE0U/G-Ad8-ypEls/s320/IMG_5644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661319959818066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all of that was great fun. I also have toddler silverware, that I did not take a picture of. Sorry. I think blogs with pictures are more interesting, so my goal is to put more pictures up on here. Even if they are just of household appliances. So my next job is to re-organize my kitchen (which is tiny) so that I can get to all of these little things, and the big things are put away for when I cook for company. Luckily, my mom worked on organizing my kitchen when she was here so I've got a head start. Go, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-944386782143884283?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/944386782143884283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/944386782143884283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/944386782143884283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SHqepCAr5vI/AAAAAAAAEzs/x0QRR9Vi4N8/s72-c/IMG_5630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-5861934065826089527</id><published>2008-07-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:59:53.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Notice</title><content type='html'>(The title of &lt;a href="http://sarahruth23.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-notice.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; was from some other stuff I wrote about my favorite show - Burn Notice :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still just sort of plugging along on this liquids thing, which is making me nutso! I went to the mall with my friend Katie and her son Zack today to get out, which was fun. We were gone for about an hour and I was totally wiped out when we were done. I came home and took an hour-long nap. It's frustrating not to be able to do as much as I did pre-surgery - I'm not exactly known for my patience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had oatmeal again for dinner tonight. I only cooked half at a time, so it was still hot which made it better. But I "scarfed" the whole bowl in half an hour, which was apparently too much. I can really tell if I eat too fast - it hurts, and it seems like I can actually feel the food backing up into my throat (or esophagus or whatever is in there).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-5861934065826089527?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/5861934065826089527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5861934065826089527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5861934065826089527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-notice.html' title='Burn Notice'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7254643887658318911</id><published>2008-07-09T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:56:16.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Thunderstorms and Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>We've had periodic thunderstorms the last few days and I'm loving that as well. They're a double blessing these days b/c I enjoy watching them and when it's not bright and sunny I'm not as sad about the fact that I can't go hang out in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus - tonight I ate oatmeal!!!! It took me about 45 minutes to get the whole bowl down. (I'm using a toddler spoon, which I fill about 1/3 full for each bite) Which is fine except that the oatmeal was cold by the time I got to the end. Which is not quite as yummy as hot oatmeal.... Still, it felt like food and not a protein shake. Isn't it odd that oatmeal is considered a liquid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7254643887658318911?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7254643887658318911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/thunderstorms-and-oatmeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7254643887658318911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7254643887658318911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/thunderstorms-and-oatmeal.html' title='Thunderstorms and Oatmeal'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8099409713567870600</id><published>2008-07-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:58:10.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>Press On</title><content type='html'>I'm tired tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find the balance between resuming a normal life - which is good for me! - and respecting the fact that I had major surgery less than a week ago. So, I think I did too much. And I ate lunch late which made dinner late ("lunch" and "dinner" being code names for "protein shakes") Being tired makes me easily frustrated - such as with the fact that it feels like a long time before I'm going to be able to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Club was tonight, which was fun of course, but it was late when I came home. On the way home, I heard a song on the radio. The chorus went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In Jesus name, we press on&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;With our eyes on the prize&lt;br /&gt;We find the strength&lt;br /&gt;To press on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I feel right now - like I'm just pressing on. But it was a reminder to me that I prayed long and hard before committing to this surgery and decided that it was the right thing for me. I feel confident that, for whatever reason, this is where God's plan for me leads. So that knowledge made it easier to press on. Not easy. Just easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on some of my favorite Christian music as well, which always makes me feel better. Music is always my favorite part of church, and I am so thankful for Christian artists. Tonight I went to two of my favorites - East to West by Casting Crowns and My Jesus by Todd Agnew. So tomorrow is a new day and I will try to keep the balance better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8099409713567870600?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8099409713567870600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/press-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8099409713567870600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8099409713567870600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/press-on.html' title='Press On'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2710071395176936986</id><published>2008-07-07T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:00:55.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery week'/><title type='text'>Mom's gone :(</title><content type='html'>Well, I really loved having my mom here to help me out post-op. She has been wonderful, doing everything for me - and I mean everything. Plus, I had a good time with her. But she went home today. She was supposed to start back to school today, so she had already missed one day of pre-school week. If I was feeling bad, she would have stayed another day, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling great. I am really doing very well. There's a slight ache in my stomach most of the time - it gets worse when I walk briskly - but that's it. I haven't had any pain medicine in a few days, so I can drive. I even slept on my stomach the past two nights! I do get tired more easily when I go walking, so I'm trying to take it fairly easy while still walking regularly per my doc's instructions. He wants me to walk at least 4 times a day, 10 minutes at a time which is totally doable. Sometimes I do stuff around the house or go shopping to count for my walks, and sometimes I walk the path around my apt. complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goals now, in addition to the walking, the breathing into the incentive spirometer, taking my temperature twice a day and taking my medications, are to get in my fluids and my protein. I've been doing protein shakes (think Slim-Fast),which are going ok. I'm supposed to do 3 a day as my meals. Slim-Fast high protein is my favorite so far, and my nutritionist told us that we could add 1/4 c. of Eggbeaters to it to make it creamier. I tried this, and it was good - plus added 6 g. of protein, which I needed. Our shakes are supposed to be about 20 g. and that one is only 15. So I think I'm going to keep going the Eggbeaters route - extra protein, better texture, and tasteless - that's a win, win, win as far as I'm concerned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also add unflavored protein powder to strained creamed soups or oatmeal, which are allowed on my full liquid diet. But, as one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://theworldaccordingtoeggface.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eggface&lt;/a&gt;, points out - unflavored does not mean tasteless. It means not chocolate or vanilla. So it does add a little bit of a taste. Worse, it adds a bad aftertaste. And I put it in my Magic Bullet to mix it up so it wasn't lumpy, and it made it really frothy which was gross. So I attempted this last night with some broccoli cheese soup and I Magic Bulleted it for a long time and it was really frothy and really gross. So then I tried a protein shake sample that I had that was supposed to be "Roadside Lemonade". Again, I hit the bullet too long and it was way frothy which made it gross. I had a little breakdown about getting my protein in. I tried some protein water a friend had brought me but couldn't get much of that down either. So, on my first day of full liquids I got in about 2/3 of my protein. Today at lunch I tried again - this time with potato soup, and I only bulleted it for about 2 sec. Much less froth, and this time I got about half of it down. I couldn't finish it, so I had some milk later to get the protein count back up. (my doctor wants us to drink milk - some drs. don't) Mostly I'm thinking, though - for right now, I'm fine with the protein shakes so why push this? The shakes are what my dr. recommends, I'm fine with drinking them, and it's way easier so........ maybe I was just bored. :) If I get really tired of the liquid diet, I may just have some soups as part of my liquids, which is ok, but not try to use them to get the protein in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be sipping pretty much constantly to get my fluids in, which is tough. But I'm working on it. My initial goal is 48 oz. and I'm hitting that every day, but my ultimate goal is 64 oz. and I'm not there yet. I don't know when I'm supposed to hit that 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find that I miss food some - it's all in my head, I know. Like when my dad brought my grandmothers to visit yesterday and they all had pizza for lunch. And I couldn't even pinch off a piece of cheese! I miss the food and the social aspect of being able to go out to eat - I know this is silly b/c I've only been home from the hospital 3 days. Still, I've been mourning it a little bit. But, soon enough I'll be able to eat again. Knowing that this is a temporary thing, and that I WILL be able to eat again is getting me through it. Also, knowing that most WLS patients go through this "head hunger" makes me feel more normal. It's hard for me not to want to just hit the FF button and be 6 months down the road - having lost a good amount of weight, and comfortable enough with what I can and can't eat to be in a good routine. But it will get here, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friends in Richmond are coming over tonight to play game with me. Bless them! I'm off to make another protein shake.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2710071395176936986?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2710071395176936986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/moms-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2710071395176936986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2710071395176936986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/moms-gone.html' title='Mom&apos;s gone :('/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-965826409037385682</id><published>2008-07-05T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:58:26.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early post-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery week'/><title type='text'>Home from surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm 3 days out from my RNY surgery and I finally made it home yesterday. Wed., the day of surgery, I was up and around and moving and feeling great. Thursday, I started out feeling great as well. As part of my recovery, I was supposed to walk laps around the unit (15 laps = 1 mile). Someone a day or two before had set a record of 71 laps and I was determined to beat it. So I spent a lot of time walking and not enough time sipping my water. The liquids weren't going down as well as we hoped, but I honestly didn't pay enough attention. So when they asked me if I felt ready to move to full liquids - a Carnation Instant Breakfast - I said sure. That was when things went downhill - I got so sick after drinking about 2 oz. I was nauseous and in pain - it was awful. I finally got some pills and went to sleep, waking up around 4 a.m. in tears and in pain again. With another round of drugs, I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Dr. Elliot came by around 8 a.m. on Friday morning, I was sipping on water again but hadn't gotten very much in. He said I couldn't go home until I could prove I could stay hydrated, so he said he would check back in at 12 to see if I had gotten my 8 oz. in. He also pushed me back to clear liquids until I could handle them. Well, mid-morning I got sick again and asked for more nausea medication, so they pushed back my possible discharge time to 4 p.m. I was trying to sip a little 1 oz. cup of water in something like 15-30 minutes, then walk. (Just one lap at a time, not the 15 at a time that I tried the day before) Eventually, it got to be working and about 3:30 they said I could go home! We went by Kroger on the way home to pick up my myriad of prescriptions and other medicines (Mom went in while I slept in the car in the parking lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm home - I have pain and and nausea medication to take as needed (today I've taken half a dose of pain and no nausea so far), antacids that I have to take twice a day to cut down on stomach acid, an incentive spirometer that I have to breathe in every two hours, Gas-X strips to help move all that gas they pumped me full of while performing surgery, and gallbladder pills (rapid weight loss often causes gall stones), vitamins and calcium supplements that I start taking after a week or two. I also have to walk at least 4 times a day for at least 10 minutes and take my temperature twice a day. My incisions are looking good - one is a little red, so if that continues I'll call my doctor. I'm not in a lot of pain today - Mom and I have taken a 15-minute walk once today, and gone shopping for a little while which I'm counting as my second walk. I'm staying on clear liquids only today, but they're going down pretty well, so I'm hoping to move to full liquids tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the long-winded update on me and how I'm doing post-op. I'm ready to be OVER the recovery process and get on with it already - but I know I need to take this slowly and do it right so that I don't end up back in the hospital. I think I'll take a nap now - after I breathe in my little machine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I did set the new lap record, by the way - 82 laps! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-965826409037385682?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/965826409037385682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-from-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/965826409037385682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/965826409037385682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-from-surgery.html' title='Home from surgery'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-134867184638453805</id><published>2008-07-02T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:51:57.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery week'/><title type='text'>Surgery Day</title><content type='html'>Here's the email I sent to friend and family around 4:00 the evening after my surgery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a good amount of drugs right now so forgive me if this doesn't go exactly right.  I also have stuff on my hands making it hard to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my gastric bypass today and it went really well.  Surgery was at 7:30 this morning (I had to be here at 5:30), and I woke up in the recovery room about  10:45.  Boy was I grumpy!  My stomach hurt, my throat was dry and sore, and I was tired and confused coming out of the anesthesia.  But I made it up to my room about 12:30 and by that time I was feeling much better.  I have a button to press for pain medication, but I haven't used it very much.  I've been sucking on ice chips.  I did 5 laps around the unit (1/3 of a mile) and was rewarded with a purple popsicle that has turned my teeth purple! I've had several friends stop by to visit (Thanks, Theresa, Kat, Pat, and Cherritta!) and my wonderful mom has been here all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your prayers and support -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-134867184638453805?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/134867184638453805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/surgery-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/134867184638453805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/134867184638453805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/surgery-day.html' title='Surgery Day'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3005929777768919373</id><published>2008-07-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:52:31.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery week'/><title type='text'>Surgery Eve</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow's the big day. It's hard to believe that my surgery day is finally here. I've been waiting and planning for so long that I'm not quite sure how I feel about it! I've been in sort of a denial/procrastination mode where I really haven't been getting the things done that I should have been. (i.e., sitting here typing instead of working on cleaning) I'm not sure it's quite real to me yet - although the fact that I can't eat anything today is driving the point home somewhat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my surgery is tomorrow at 7:30 am at Henrico Doctor's Hospital (Parham). Which means I have to be there at 5:30. Wow, that's early - but it suits me. I might as well go ahead and get it over with. And do you think I'll really be able to sleep tonight anyway? My mom is coming up tonight and staying with me for a week. Bless her - tomorrow is her birthday! Barring any complications, I will be in the hospital until Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous, but not really having second thoughts. I've come too far for that. Honestly, I'm more worried about the next 6-8 weeks of recovery than I am about the long term. I won't be laid up that long, but that's how long it will take my "pouch" to heal so that I can eat real food again. I'll be on full liquids only for 2 weeks, then 4 weeks or so of soft and mushy foods. I know that eventually - after a year or so - I'll be able to eat pretty much anything, just very small amounts, so I'm not really worried about feeling deprived long term. To be successful, though, I'll have to be careful about what I eat. I feel prepared for that. Let's get on with it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm cleaning my house (so my mom doesn't see what a slob I am!) and running some last minute errands - getting my anti-nausea prescription filled for tomorrow, doing lots of laundry (I have to be very clean tomorrow - wash with antibacterial wash, sleep on clean sheets, etc), buying my vitamins, packing my bag, etc. A friend brought me over lots of protein for the shakes that I'll have to live on for the next two weeks (Thanks, Cherritta!) She had Dr. Elliot as well and has done wonderfully!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten nothing but support from family, friends, support groups, etc. Everyone has been really wonderful and, if I could just get this apartment clean!, I'm ready to get this show on the road! I'll see ya again on the other side........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3005929777768919373?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3005929777768919373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3005929777768919373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3005929777768919373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-eve.html' title='Surgery Eve'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6774699219917123879</id><published>2008-06-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:50:35.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WLS community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and family'/><title type='text'>Cookout time!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I attended a BBQ/Meet and Greet/Health Seminar hosted by Jackie and Sue, who I met through the OH board. They run a support group in Fredericksburg called Obesity Freedom. We had a presentation of Isotonix vitamins, ate (WLS-friendly food of course!), had a hula demonstration/lessons (thanks, Ann!), did some jewelry shopping, but most of all - talked. And talked. And talked. :) I was a little nervous about going - it would be a big crowd, and people that I knew "virtually". I had met a few of them in person, and they were great, but still. You never quite know, do you? What people will really be like? And it's easy to feel very anonymous on-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great, great time. I loved meeting people that I knew on-line and people that I didn't. Everyone was so great. This is going to sound weird, I know. But I was amazed at how many of them knew who I was and knew that my surgery was coming up this week! (by the way, tomorrow I'm planning on posting about thoughts as I get ready for surgery - it's too much for today!) It made me feel accepted and like I was a part of the group. Which may not seem so important or exciting to any of you skinny and/or popular people out there - but trust me, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people were just as I had imagined them - I guess I need to work on my people skills! :) It's hard to tell online if someone is loud or quiet, or what kinds of things will come out of their mouths when they're not replying to a specific post. But I will say this - they all exceeded my expectations. There wasn't a lot of gossiping about others or negative talk (that I heard, anyway), just people catching up and sharing stories about life. I bounced from group to group all day - I think most people did - so I feel like I got to talk with a lot of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy to be a part of this group. My friends and family have been wonderful supports as I prepare for surgery, but it's also nice to be able to talk to people who have been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6774699219917123879?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6774699219917123879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/cookout-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6774699219917123879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6774699219917123879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/cookout-time.html' title='Cookout time!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4658718993738503891</id><published>2008-06-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:04:07.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Pre-op testing DONE!</title><content type='html'>So I went today and had my physical with Dr. Elliot, then I went to the hospital to do my pre-admission testing. I got asked the same questions over and over and over again, did a lot of waiting for a lot of different people, signed a lot of forms, and watched a computer slide show about my procedure. All they did for my pre-op testing at the hospital was take some blood (actually, they took a lot of blood for a lot of different things) and did an EKG. If something comes up abnormal, Dr. E's office will call me but I don't anticipate that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. E gave me my manual, which I'm ready to dive into and read thoroughly. But here's the most exciting thing - he said that since I had lost so much weight already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt; I DON'T HAVE TO DO THE LIVER SHRINKING DIET AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know if you can tell or not, but I'm pretty psyched about this :) He said if I could lose some more weight, that would of course be great, but all that he was going to require was that I not gain any weight in the next two weeks. Needless to say, I am one happy camper right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4658718993738503891?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4658718993738503891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-op-testing-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4658718993738503891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4658718993738503891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-op-testing-done.html' title='Pre-op testing DONE!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7886089709210233574</id><published>2008-06-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:02:21.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Body Age pt. 2</title><content type='html'>So I'm finishing up my pre-op Boot Camp at "&lt;a href="http://www.centerofintegrativemedicine.com/"&gt;the Center&lt;/a&gt;", and today they did a second Body Age test to see if I've made any improvements over the last 3 months. My first test, in March, said my Body Age was 50. Today's test, after 3 months of exercise and nutrition counseling, showed some significant improvements, including a new "age" of 36. The highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've lost 28 pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They measured my neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, waist, hips, biceps, forearms, thighs, knees, and calves. All of my measurement have decreased, adding up to a total of 28" gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nutrition score went way up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bicep strength, situps, and pushups all increased. (In one minute, sit-ups went from 12 to 20 and pushups went from 12 to 22; bicep strength went from pulling 56 lbs. to 62 lbs.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm excited about all of that. I'm still stressed that with 6" gone from my waist, my clothes still aren't fitting any differently! There's something wrong here...maybe my clothes really were just super tight before. Anyway, hopefully that means that post-op losses will show up more quickly in my clothes. I'm really glad that I did this whole Boot Camp extravaganza, but I'll have to post my thoughts on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm getting ready to go out for my "last meal". Tomorrow I have my pre-op appointments and I'm expecting them to put me back on the dreaded Liver Shrinking Diet. :O I really thought that I would be sad at the thought of saying good-bye to food, and feel like I needed to eat a lot tonight. But I don't. I really think that my attitude about food has changed and, while I'm still dreading the LSD, I'm ok with the changes in eating habits that the surgery will bring. I'm not worried about feeling deprived anymore. I think this is partly due to my research and talking with others, and partly to the changes that I've already made. But going out to a nice dinner is always fun. So we're going to &lt;a href="http://www.maggianos.com/"&gt;Maggiano's,&lt;/a&gt; a really nice Italian place.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I'm in for several hours of test and being poked and prodded. Then I'm taking the train overnight to Charleston. I'll report back when I can...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7886089709210233574?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7886089709210233574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/body-age-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7886089709210233574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7886089709210233574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/06/body-age-pt-2.html' title='Body Age pt. 2'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8384818753709785519</id><published>2008-05-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:55:11.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>So I've just been plugging along. Doing well with the eating and exercising some days, not as well the others. Still working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8384818753709785519?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8384818753709785519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8384818753709785519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8384818753709785519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6355817390635921568</id><published>2008-05-23T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:53:51.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Cheating</title><content type='html'>Hi from Charleston!  I just got here (around 10 pm) so I won't get to see that sweet baby until morning.  I can't wait!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally cheated tonight.  On the way here, I did something I haven't done in a long time - stopped at McDonalds for dinner.  I haven't had McDs in 6 weeks since I started all of the special diets.  Also - I got a Diet Coke!  I haven't had one since I gave them up 2 months ago. And guess what? It was gross. Hated it.  All of it - even the coke.  I couldn't even eat it.  Before I would eat it when I wasn't even hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I really am changing, which is a good thing.  I know I have to be careful so I don't change back.  But it makes me feel like I really can do this thing.  I've been worried because one of the benefits of the RNY surgery is that you get sick when you eat things you shouldn't.  In the past, that hasn't exactly stopped me from eating them.  But tonight I learned that it can.  And it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy long weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6355817390635921568?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6355817390635921568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6355817390635921568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6355817390635921568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheating.html' title='Cheating'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7495017007828323691</id><published>2008-05-20T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:50:46.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>Total meltdown</title><content type='html'>I completely melted down today. I'm so tired from running, running, running all the time and trying to think about what I'm eating and getting my exercise in and all the other 1,000,000 things that go along with preparing for this surgery in addition to the job and being in a new city and all. Of course, I had less than 5 minutes for my meltdown. So I don't know if that really counts or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what prompted the meltdown - I fell in the shower. I had about 20 minutes to shower and get ready to go back out (cards with the girls!) and I got in and fell down. *Side note - I've been feeling very off-balance lately. I've almost fallen several times. Hmmmm* I wasn't hurt, but it shook me up. You know how falling can do that? And I did grab the shower curtain on the way back down and it pulled the rod out of the wall a little bit so now I have to call and get them to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I melted about - I went to work out with Bryan today and it was fine. He weighed me and I've lost 5 pounds since last week. Which is great. I know it is. I'm excited about it. It means that, since the liver shrinking diet, I've lost a total of 20 pounds (some of those pounds I've lost twice - put them back on and lost them again :) ) Which I am happy about. But here's the thing - I still don't look any different. I don't feel any different. And even my clothes aren't fitting me any better. There are two things I do notice - I fit into my jeans straight out of the dryer. (But once they're on, they feel the same as they did before once I had worn them a little bit) And I have to work harder to get my heart rate up. Which I know is a good sign, but all it really means is I'm working out really hard and my heart rate is like "*yawn* whatever. I'll just stay here in this mediocre range" Shouldn't I at least feel better or have more energy or something? Or my clothes feel a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; loose? Generally, losing 20 pounds will take you down a whole size!  Maybe my clothes were just really tight before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7495017007828323691?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7495017007828323691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-meltdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7495017007828323691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7495017007828323691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-meltdown.html' title='Total meltdown'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3791147376873503320</id><published>2008-05-16T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:51:00.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Getting my butt kicked by 10 year olds</title><content type='html'>I have such a hard time with taking things slowly - I've been working out with Bryan for about 2 months now, so I am convinced that I should be able to do anything at all! Um, that is definitely not true. Remember how Zumba kicked my butt last week? So, ask me what I did. Go ahead. (And no, I didn't go back to Zumba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a different class. Basic Step. An introductory class. Advertised as "family friendly". There were three 10 year olds there - fresh from field day, no less! They kicked my butt. Totally kicked it. I'm not even going to mention their perfectly-clad high-energy jumping around mothers. I had to stop several times "for water". And I did some of the exercises on the floor instead of using the step. DANG it was hard work. Of course my heart rate was way too high, so that was another reason I took some water breaks. Live and learn. I'm pretty good and the living part - it's the "learning" I'm having trouble with. Remind me not to go back and do that again, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new water bottle came yesterday! On &lt;a href="http://home.cogeco.ca/%7Ediminishingdawn/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;'s recommendation, I ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.reusablebags.com/store/reusable-bottles-sigg-bottles-c-19_33.html?osCsid=1e5cdd92e5f41bb2ef245f9d14aa75ad"&gt;Sigg water bottle&lt;/a&gt;.  Mine looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4hm7eWDmI/AAAAAAAAEQA/3r4fAxCqujo/s1600-h/water+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4hm7eWDmI/AAAAAAAAEQA/3r4fAxCqujo/s320/water+bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201131572343213666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited about it and had fun carrying it around today. I'll admit, I like it because it's pretty :) But it's a good water bottle, too and we all know how important water is! I need to order the thing that goes around it with a caribiner attached, though, to make it easier to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4jWbeWDnI/AAAAAAAAEQI/3bvxTlAMDFM/s1600-h/thumb_7100.61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4jWbeWDnI/AAAAAAAAEQI/3bvxTlAMDFM/s320/thumb_7100.61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201133487898627698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also ordered an awesome lunch bag since I have to take my lunch now. Although you can see it's awesomeness from the picture, when I tell you that it has a zipper, you'll be even more wowed by it. Ready? It has a zipper. A red one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4kDbeWDoI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/LOYc8ZVb7ZI/s1600-h/lunch+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4kDbeWDoI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/LOYc8ZVb7ZI/s320/lunch+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201134260992740994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearly, I still need to work on short posts. Oh, well. It is about 8:15 on a Friday night and I'm about to head off to bed. It has been a busy, busy week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3791147376873503320?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3791147376873503320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-my-butt-kicked-by-10-year-olds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3791147376873503320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3791147376873503320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-my-butt-kicked-by-10-year-olds.html' title='Getting my butt kicked by 10 year olds'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SC4hm7eWDmI/AAAAAAAAEQA/3r4fAxCqujo/s72-c/water+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3605466652305281765</id><published>2008-05-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:49:15.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WLS community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Make new friends, but keep the old...</title><content type='html'>one is silver, and the other gold! (can you hear me singing it?!?! I hope I sound better in your head than I do in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great thing about getting ready to have this surgery is that I'm meeting some really great new people. Tonight I met some girls from the &lt;a href="http://www.obesityhelp.com/forums/VA/a,messageboard/board_id,4847/"&gt;OH board&lt;/a&gt; to plan some social events for the Richmond area. It was a lot of fun. I will admit to being overwhelmed - we were loud, and all talking at once about 15 different things. But I met some great new people, and I look forward to getting to know them better. When Theresa sends me the pictures, I'll post one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the doctor today - I've been to the "&lt;a href="http://www.centerofintegrativemedicine.com/"&gt;the Center&lt;/a&gt;" 3 days in a row this week to meet with Lisa the nutritionist (Mon), Sgt. Bryan (Tue), and Dr. Powell (Wed). They've all been very encouraging and told me that I'm doing well. I know that I'm not doing as well as I could (or maybe even should!) be, but it's good to know that they are happy with the progress I'm making. I'm working hard at it, but there's always one more thing to do...I guess life is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Sue (the "life coach" - the only one I didn't officially see this week, although we did chat when I ran into her in the office) thinks I should try hypnosis to see if I can get past gagging on nasty foods. Hmmmm.... She gave me the card of &lt;a href="http://www.break-through.org/"&gt;a hypnotist&lt;/a&gt; that she recommends. Still thinking on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3605466652305281765?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3605466652305281765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3605466652305281765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3605466652305281765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html' title='Make new friends, but keep the old...'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8791222527793253612</id><published>2008-05-13T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:47:03.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Alas, I broke the watch</title><content type='html'>Ok, I didn't BREAK the watch, but I did mess it up a little bit. It turns out that I did something that messed up the calorie counting (I have no idea what I did. Don't ask.) So I didn't ACTUALLY burn 1630 calories at Zumba. Oh, well. I enjoyed the thought while it lasted. I did work hard, though :) Off to Game Club!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8791222527793253612?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8791222527793253612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/alas-i-broke-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8791222527793253612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8791222527793253612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/alas-i-broke-watch.html' title='Alas, I broke the watch'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-5607137995391851561</id><published>2008-05-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:45:13.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness follows failure</title><content type='html'>So it's Friday and I am STILL a bit sore from Tuesday's workout with Bryan. Wow. Maybe I need to learn not to work out until it stops hurting. But I have to work out at least 4 times between visits and if I wait two days to heal up then I absolutely have to do every day until then. See what I'm saying? I did a new water aerobics class yesterday - it was ok. Then, brilliant as I am, I decided that I was ready to try a class not in the water. So I went to Zumba tonight. There was some belly dancing, some salsa dancing, and a whole lot of shimmying and hip shaking. It was actually kind of fun, but it kicked my butt. Clearly, I'm not ready for that yet. My heart rate monitor is supposed to keep me in my "moderate" zone, but I spent the entire class well into the "high" zone tonight. Don't know how the sgt. is going to feel about that, but I didn't want to quit. And I didn't - I finished the class! And, on the "good news" front, I burned 1630 calories in just over an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the end of Teacher Appreciation Week (I have been very much appreciated all week - the parents have been wonderful) and my kids all brought in gifts today. The PTA sent out a survey waaaaay back (as in before "Boot Camp" started) asking us about our favorite things. So for my favorite morning drink, I put Diet Cherry Coke. Which it is. I love it. But I can't have it anymore. I got two 12-packs and a 20-oz bottle today. Also got a bunch of caramels, which I love but can't have. And mucho gift certificates to Bill's Barbeque, which I love but probably is not high in Nutripoints. But that's ok. They were really sweet to do it, and except for one caramel on the way home (ok, two caramels - but that was IT) I've been ok with resisting it so far. I'm giving away the coke and the candy and taking my friends out to Bill's - because it would be ok for me to eat there once. Just not $40 worth of times. :) I also got several nice gift certificates to other places, which will be fun to spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-5607137995391851561?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/5607137995391851561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness-follows-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5607137995391851561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/5607137995391851561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness-follows-failure.html' title='Forgiveness follows failure'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7787780756112926930</id><published>2008-05-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:43:21.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Sgt. Bryan strikes again!</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOODNESS. I worked out with Bryan yesterday and I am sooooooooo sore today. My abs, butt and thighs are mucho painful. I don't know if it's because I didn't go last week due to being sick, or just because of something extra we did. He said he almost made me do 3 sets of lunges. If we had done that, I don't know that I would have been able to walk today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do as good a job today with the Nutripoints system, but I'm determined that tomorrow will be a better day. It was still better than a day before I was on it, so that's something I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7787780756112926930?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7787780756112926930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/sgt-bryan-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7787780756112926930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7787780756112926930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/sgt-bryan-strikes-again.html' title='Sgt. Bryan strikes again!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-384213280261420675</id><published>2008-05-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:41:14.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>Nutripoints Day 1</title><content type='html'>So Nutripoints was not bad at all today - it was actually one of those days when I would have rather not eaten at all. Cooking is such a pain. No wonder I ate at drive-throughs so often. When you go all day and get home at 8, who wants to cook? But I took a sandwich, an OJ, and some broccoli for lunch today. The goal is to get in 6 servings of veggies, 4 of fruits, 3 of grains, 4 of legumes and/or meats, and 2 of milk/dairy in a day. I end up drinking most of my fruits and veggies which is fine. There is also a point assigned to each food - the higher the points, the better the food is for you (more nutrition per calorie). You are also supposed to hit a certain number of points per day, but right now my goal is to get in all the right servings, while eating only foods with a positive point value. Now potatoes in several forms - including frozen french fries - are on my approved veggie list, but I am trying to get no more than 2 of my veggie servings from potatoes. I know that my "points" are nowhere near where they're supposed to be because I'm mainly eating from the low end of the spectrum - I probably get 50 points a day where you're supposed to get 150. But it's a big change for me anyway. I'll keep working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's back to see Sgt. Bryan for my workout and meeting with Sue the Life Coach. I was so bad last week (although I legitimately was sick and missed my apt. with Bryan), I'm embarrassed to go back, but I will. It's not going to get any easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-384213280261420675?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/384213280261420675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/nutripoints-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/384213280261420675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/384213280261420675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/nutripoints-day-1.html' title='Nutripoints Day 1'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7855975294330438027</id><published>2008-05-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:41:45.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Happy Cuatro de Mayo!</title><content type='html'>I'm ready to give the Nutripoints system a try starting tomorrow. It really wouldn't be fair of me to criticize it so much without giving it a try. So hopefully I will start to see some positive results - and, after all, I am committed to some major lifestyle changes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've realized the piece that's been missing in my WLS journey - God. How can I do this without him? That's big *duh* that's been smacking me in the face these past couple of days. So I'm really going to work on seeking His guidance and leaning on Him for making this work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7855975294330438027?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7855975294330438027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-cuatro-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7855975294330438027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7855975294330438027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-cuatro-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cuatro de Mayo!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2617171285578084889</id><published>2008-05-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:37:31.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liver shrinking diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>LSD thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been off the dreaded Liver Shrinking Diet for 3 days now, which is awesome! Getting ready to get started with the next phase of my nutrition plan - the &lt;a href="http://www.nutripoints.com/"&gt;Nutripoints&lt;/a&gt; system. I'm sooooo not psyched about this. It doesn't work well with what I like to eat (which I know is not healthy things, but still) and involves a lot of cooking, which I rarely do. I'm not happy with my nutritionist, because she doesn't seem terribly willing to be flexible and help me figure out a way to make it work for me. Her two comments were, "Maybe you're not ready for the surgery yet" and "Well, this is the program we do here so this is it". It's not a program that I can do post-op, so I'm feeling pretty negative about it and trying to get past that for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the ever-exciting LSD. Since it was a new idea to have patients do it this far out from surgery to "jump start weight loss and get them motivated", I've been collecting my thoughts. Not that anyone has asked. But I may share them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost 16 pounds in 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't die. Which is to say that I learned that I can live through it - and that, while I was cranky, I could have fun even when it wasn't centered around food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was very cranky and irritable the entire two weeks, although not really hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was inconvenient - I couldn't go out to eat with friends, had to be sure I had my special foods with me wherever I went.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This far out from surgery I'm not sure I'm comfortable telling everyone, and it makes it hard not to. I didn't really want to just tell half-truths - "It's part of a new diet program I'm doing" or make up stores - "I'm not feeling well", but I did both some. I did end up telling some people that I wasn't ready to tell (co-workers).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get to have my surgery at the end of it, and went a little wild food-wise the day after it was over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was hard to be motivated to do it, since jump-starting my weight loss did not seem like a good enough reason to me to be put through this. It did not make me feel motivated. I can understand having to do it to shrink the liver for surgery, but this didn't make much sense to me which made it much more difficult.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt like I was secretly being tested to see if I could do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nutritionist, who put me on the program, didn't have a complete understanding of what the diet was supposed to be, so for the first week I had to eat that nasty sandwich every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, overall, despite the fact that my jeans are a little bit looser, this was a very negative, discouraging experience for me. And people telling me that other people had harder diets (I don't believe it for a minute - NO ONE else I have ever heard of has to do this for four weeks. And people who have to do all liquids usually only do it for a day or two) or that this was a good thing to get me prepared for surgery only made me more irritated. I'm having a really hard time with the whole thing right now and questioning everything. It's hard planning for something which is so far away. My surgeon's support group meets once a month and I've been to two already and will go to one more before my surgery. Then there's one the day after I have my surgery (I'll still be in the hospital, so won't go) It's hard seeing everyone else losing so much weight when I'm so far out and not really being able to relate to much of what they're saying. On my &lt;a href="http://www.obesityhelp.com/forums/VA/a,messageboard/board_id,4847/"&gt;online message board &lt;/a&gt;I see people come in new and have their surgery quickly while I don't get to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry - I feel like a lot of my posts about this are negative. I've been trying to make all these changes - exercising 5 days a week, giving up diet soda, giving up FOOD for two weeks, now this Nutripoints thing - most of which have been very, very hard and I'm just not feeling better because of it. It's been about 6 weeks since I first started exercising and 4 since I gave up soda and I have yet to feel better. In fact, I feel worse. I'm very much an instant gratification junkie and this is hard. I'm going to try and post positive things next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2617171285578084889?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2617171285578084889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/lsd-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2617171285578084889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2617171285578084889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/05/lsd-thoughts.html' title='LSD thoughts'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7547127097670159560</id><published>2008-04-22T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:35:01.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liver shrinking diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Woooo-Hooooo!!! (LSD day 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; So, as it turns out, I don't HAVE to eat that stinkin' sandwich every night! I just have to eat something low fat with less than 300 calories. WOW. I'm the most excited girl that you have ever met at this moment. I wish I could have the last week of choking down that nasty thing back, but hey - then I probably wouldn't enjoy this moment quite so much. Who would have though I could get so excited over choosing my own 300 calories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I weighed myself today for the first time since I started this whole LSD excitement, and I'm down 11 pounds. So with those two things I finally feel like I'm going to make it through this. It's a good thing, too, because I was pretty close to becoming a complete basket case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7547127097670159560?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7547127097670159560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/woooo-hooooo-lsd-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7547127097670159560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7547127097670159560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/woooo-hooooo-lsd-day-8.html' title='Woooo-Hooooo!!! (LSD day 8)'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-4180198463378607783</id><published>2008-04-20T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:33:15.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liver shrinking diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>LSD day 6</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sticking to the Liver Shrinking Diet but can't say that I'm enjoying it. It is INCREDIBLY hard to not eat all that good food out there...especially when you have to sit and watch others eat. It was a rough week, but this weekend was especially hard because I wasn't as busy. I was also with my family and traveling, which made it even more difficult to stick to. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-op diet was what I was dreading the most about the whole thing and now to have to do it twice is really taking a toll on me. I'm cranky and cry easily. My poor kids this week....watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering letting myself order DVR if I can lose 3o pounds before surgery (which is a realistic goal, with 4 of those 10 weeks being on the LSD!) It's only something like $12 a month, but I'm really not sure that I can afford even that. Maybe I can look through my statements and find a recurring payment that I'm making that I'm unaware of that I can cancel...that sort of thing happens to me all the time :) But I would LOVE to be able to watch the shows I want, when I want. Most shows I like come on after I want to be in bed, so I stay up too late watching them. So we'll see. 8 more days to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-4180198463378607783?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/4180198463378607783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/lsd-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4180198463378607783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/4180198463378607783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/lsd-day-6.html' title='LSD day 6'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2720413485388602112</id><published>2008-04-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:31:24.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liver shrinking diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>LSD day 2</title><content type='html'>So it's day two of the Liver Shrinking Diet and it's had definite ups and downs. Yesterday was no problem - even went out to CiCis with 2 girls from the &lt;a href="http://www.obesityhelp.com/forums/VA/a,messageboard/board_id,4847/"&gt;OH board&lt;/a&gt; and watched them eat pizza and was fine. Today was different. Most of the day at school I felt AWFUL - tired, nauseous, dizzy, headache, congested, you name it. (Ok, so maybe the congestion was from the pollen and not the LSD - you wouldn't believe the pollen around here) At one point I had to just tell my kids to go do math tubs because I was too nauseous and dizzy to even talk to them. Even walking in from recess one of the girls I teach with said I looked like I was about to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some drama with paying the fees from a traffic ticket so I had to go down to the court to pay it today, which meant that I didn't have time to exercise before I met with Sue (my "life coach"). This worked out very well, because it meant I got to go home and take a nap. I felt sooooooooooo much better after my nap and was able to get my second shake in on the way to see Sue. She wants me to find things that make me happy to look forward to each day now that I can't use food for that purpose. She said that don't have to be 10 on the happiness scale, just anything that I can look forward to. (I asked if I could use taking a nap! She actually said yes, but the nap sounded more like a necessity so we should chose something else as well) I haven't thought of anything yet - not that it has to be the same thing every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I left Sue I went to the gym to swim and ended up doing a water aerobics class which was fun. I may try and do it again sometime. I'm not having much luck getting this nasty sandwich and green beans down for dinner, though. I'm not hungry at all - right now I'm having more trouble getting in what I'm supposed to eat rather than wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have tried two new things - strawberry yogurt and baby carrots. Both were completely disgusting. They both made me gag. *sigh* I have no idea how I am going to start liking new things!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2720413485388602112?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2720413485388602112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/lsd-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2720413485388602112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2720413485388602112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/lsd-day-2.html' title='LSD day 2'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-8793117548832265765</id><published>2008-04-14T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:29:43.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liver shrinking diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>An exciting new twist</title><content type='html'>So I met with the nutritionist for the first time tonight. I have been DREADING this meeting, since I know that what I eat is the worst thing about my health. And I just don't know how to start magically liking new things! It's taken me a long time to get in with her and apparently I waited too long, because in exciting news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I get to do the two-week liquid "liver shrinking" diet &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;TWICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apparently my surgeon's office has decided that at the beginning of meeting with the nutritionist, we should go ahead and do the liver shrinking diet to "jump start" our weight loss and get us motivated. Of course, then I have to start the Nutripoints system (which is NOT a good one for me, not that anyone will listen when I say that), and two weeks pre-op go back on the LSD.  Yippeee!!! Here's what I have to do every day for two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Carnation Instant Breakfast pre-made or Slim-Fast High Protein (they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; specific)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - same as breakfast, with the addition of some fruit (which I don't like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - cottage cheese or yogurt (don't like either or these) or I can choose from baby carrots, grape tomatoes, or cucumber slices (don't like any of these) Here's what my nutritionist - the expert who's supposed to help me make this work for me said - "Oh, just try it." Because for the last 30 years I've just been avoiding them for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - sandwich made with 4 oz. of Healthy Choice or Hillshire Farm 97% fat free turkey, chicken, ham, or roast beef and two slices of Nature's Valley double fiber whole grain wheat bread. 1 cup non-starchy vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. So, there's clearly quite a bit of flexibility on this plan. I also have to get in 64 oz. of liquids during the day which includes all the usual no-sugar, no-calorie suspects but also fat-free broth, fat-free jello, and sugar-free, fat-free fruit flavored popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like the obedient girl that I am I have gone out and bought all of this tonight (at 10:30 - I need to start setting bedtimes and sticking to them) and I am going to try one new thing a day. I'm not super-excited about this, so wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-8793117548832265765?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/8793117548832265765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/exciting-new-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8793117548832265765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/8793117548832265765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/exciting-new-twist.html' title='An exciting new twist'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1128071724429371613</id><published>2008-04-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:27:41.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><title type='text'>Well, I rallied</title><content type='html'>So after Thursday's miserableness, my kids had a half day of school on Friday.  So we got a half day workday with an HOUR for lunch! So I spent my lunch hour walking the track at school and got back on schedule with the exercising.  I'm prouder of that than is justified :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1128071724429371613?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1128071724429371613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-i-rallied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1128071724429371613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1128071724429371613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-i-rallied.html' title='Well, I rallied'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-2990241016231549402</id><published>2008-04-10T05:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:26:50.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Ramblings from an exhausted failure</title><content type='html'>So this has not been my best day. I did not exercise, so am now way behind, and will probably only get in 2 of my 4 exercises before I go back to see Brian next Tue. 3 if I'm really super dedicated and find time to work out on Sunday in addition to driving back from Charleston. I feel AWFUL about this. I just started and I'm already failing.... I've also eaten horribly today and have to record it all on my food log to take to the nutritionist Mon. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add that to a lot of frustrations having to do with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't handle failure well, which means at this moment I'm ready to quit this whole stupid pre-op routine. Maybe the whole thing. And just stay fat forever. It gives me an excuse for being miserable, right? And for being single - what if I was thin and no one wanted to marry me? Then all I would have to blame would be that I was an obnoxious, no fun person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-2990241016231549402?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/2990241016231549402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramblings-from-exhausted-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2990241016231549402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/2990241016231549402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramblings-from-exhausted-failure.html' title='Ramblings from an exhausted failure'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1939451298529900738</id><published>2008-04-07T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:24:32.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Serious withdrawal</title><content type='html'>Do you think that I could be having withdrawal from Diet Coke? My "life coach" (and I, in theory) decided that I should just give up soda cold turkey this week (I, of course, had to agree to do it, but I didn't want her to think that I was weak or unwilling to try!) It has NOT, contrary to what people seem to think, made me feel better. In fact, I think it has made me feel worse. My head has been hurting and I'm just generally feeling yucky. I am also about to die to have a Coke. Let's face it, I'll probably go ahead and have one before I go back to her next week. It will still be a serious soda reduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exercise has also been upped this week to 4 times a week, 1-3o minute session, 2-40 minute session, and 1 - HOUR AND TEN MINUTE session. Now, that long one I spend 45 minutes in my "light" heart rate zone and 25 minutes in my "moderate" so it's not really hard. But it is booooooring. And I basically have to do it on the treadmill because otherwise it's pretty hard to keep my heart rate down in that zone. And I feel bad taking the treadmill at the gym for that long. On the subject of exercise, I would like to add that it also does not make me feel better like it is supposed to. It makes me feel better in a "I-checked-something-off-my-list-for-today" kind of way, but not in a "I-have-more-energy-and-feel-healthier" kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1939451298529900738?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1939451298529900738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/serious-withdrawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1939451298529900738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1939451298529900738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/serious-withdrawal.html' title='Serious withdrawal'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7803257773236633776</id><published>2008-04-03T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:19:52.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support group'/><title type='text'>Back to the grind</title><content type='html'>Someone REALLY does not want me to exercise. In addition to the heart rate thing not working in the pool and the stolen iPod, here's today's story. I was in such a bad mood and my head HURT like anything and I was tired and didn't feel good. The plan was to go to a faculty baby shower after school, go work out, and then go to my first support group meeting - one with my surgeon's office. The pregnant girl was out sick, so the shower was cancelled and I was so fed up I emailed my C'ville teammates to see if they wanted to go out to dinner. I was going to skip it all, and go eat and vent. One of them could do dinner, but I changed my mind. I decided I would just feel more guilty if I skipped everything, so I went home and lay down briefly (didn't really help) then headed off to the gym. I packed stuff for the treadmill and the pool. I checked out the pool and it was almost empty, and I was suddenly psyched about swimming. Then I couldn't get the stupid heart rate thing to work. Once I finally figured it out and went to the pool, it was totally full. But I was already in my suit and had showered, so I was wet, so I decided to get in the hot tub and wait for a lane. I waited about half an hour for an empty lane - and this little tween did totally steal one from me - before I realized that I had to leave to make it to the support group. So I left, angrily. I did, however, enjoy the support group. They were awesome - funny and supportive and, though some people talked more than others, there wasn't that one person that talks all the time that you want to shoot. So that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that I had options tonight - I could have asked someone to share a lane (although I've never seen anyone do this at this gym, it did happen at my old one), or changed and gotten on a treadmill. Or even gone back after my meeting (it would have been 8:00 before I even got there) Yes, I know they're just excuses. But DANG. So now that my exercise has been upped to 3 hours a week in 4 sessions (thanks, Sgt. Brian!) I'm really going to have to go every day to meet my goal. I can do it, though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the "life coach" this week as well and "we" decided that I should just give up Cokes. No more. Period. This stinks. It is not fun at all, and it's only been one day. We'll see how that goes. I may have to ease into that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I go to the nutrition class (which I'm irritated about b/c I've already read the book and I do not have patience for people telling me things I've already read!) and back to exercise with Brian. Then the week after I meet with the nutritionist for the first time (I bet she's never had a case as hard as me!), exercise with Brian, AND back to Sue, the life coach. This week I did the exercise, the life coach, and the support group. I am so totally busy with pre-op appointments, it's making me a little insane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7803257773236633776?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7803257773236633776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-grind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7803257773236633776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7803257773236633776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-7535216951440431345</id><published>2008-03-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:53:52.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>*picture mad face here*</title><content type='html'>Today I was excited to finally get to wear my heart rate monitor and watch while I went swimming (I did walk with it several times in Lynchburg and Charleston over the break). Guess what? IT DIDN'T WORK. It works in water just fine - it worked while I was in the shower. But something about the chemicals in that nasty pool made it not worked. I read over the manual carefully when I got home and sure enough hidden deep in there somewhere was the statement that some chemicals in pools may interfere with transmission. I could literally pull myself up on the side of the pool so the thing was out of the water and it would start working, then lower myself back in and it would stop. I had it time my workout anyway, but it's just not the same. Swimming is the only exercise that I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;.  I occasionally enjoy going for a walk - but only because I enjoy having the time to listen to my music on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reading the documentation on the NutriPoints system that they want me to follow for my eating plan, and it's completely impossible for me. They also keep sending me emails wanting me to come to some other nutrition class that , even in their promotional materials, sounds like nothing but a long sales pitch for this Juice Plus pill they have. So I'm tired and angry and frustrated right now. At least my Heels won last night - 3 more games and we're national champions :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-7535216951440431345?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/7535216951440431345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-mad-face-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7535216951440431345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/7535216951440431345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-mad-face-here.html' title='*picture mad face here*'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1082765122618487545</id><published>2008-03-19T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:14:53.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Fancy new gadgetry</title><content type='html'>So today I had two "boot camp firsts". This morning I met with the "Life Coach" - like a counselor. I really liked her. She was very sweet and non-judgemental, very much unlike the pyschologist that I met with for my first evaluation. I do not know that I will ever actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy &lt;/span&gt;going and talking to a counselor about myself...but I think I'll be ok with going to see this one. One weird thing, though - she didn't have a normal psychologist-type office. It was smaller than a doctor's exam room, with a little counter across the back and just enough room for a table and two chairs for us to sit in. I haven't decided if this is a good thing or not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I saw Brian (and let him know that I hold him responsible for how sore my legs are today - he said, "You know what? They're going to hurt tomorrow too." Thanks, guy!) and got my fancy heart rate monitor watch. It had my exercise schedule programmed into it, so tonight I went walking on the path around my apartment complex. This was my "short" workout - I was supposed to do 25 minutes in my moderate heart rate zone. This little watch doohicky kept track of my heart rate, time spent in the proper zone, calories burned, everything. If I went above or below my heart rate it beeped at me. Constantly. Not just one little "you're not in the right spot" beep. A beep beep beep beep beep beep beep until you fix it beep. I may turn that little feature off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you don't grow up in Brian Nash's house and think that good enough is good enough. So I decided to try and do just 5 minutes of my workout in my high heart rate zone. Would you know - it records that I did it, but doesn't count the time towards my 25 minute goal! So my total exercise time was about 45 minutes, which was good. I like having this fancy little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Wal-Mart to buy fitness equipment - one of the big balls and stretchy cords for strength training, and some decent tennis shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1082765122618487545?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1082765122618487545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/fancy-new-gadgetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1082765122618487545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1082765122618487545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/fancy-new-gadgetry.html' title='Fancy new gadgetry'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3155131849196592773</id><published>2008-03-18T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:13:18.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Ow!!</title><content type='html'>So today (after a parent made me madder than mad - I was so mad I almost cried. I don't know how we are going to co-exist the rest of the year) I had my first personal training session as part of my pre-op "Boot Camp" Brain, my PT, is very nice and has started me out pretty easy - just 3 30-minute workouts for the first week. My heart rate monitor wasn't in yet but I should be able to pick it up tomorrow when I go back (AGAIN), this time to meet with the "Life Coach". It will have all of my supposed-to-do exercise programmed into it and if I meet my goal I get a little trophy on the watch ;) But we did a few minutes on the treadmill today and then some weights and I am already hurtin'. I can only imagine how I'll feel tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3155131849196592773?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3155131849196592773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/ow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3155131849196592773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3155131849196592773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/ow.html' title='Ow!!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-6319214032969288651</id><published>2008-03-12T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:52:30.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>My job is literally killing me...</title><content type='html'>I had a regular dr. appointment today (I'm becoming a doctor pro - I have two more next week) and my blood pressure was back down to normal. Which is good news, but it also means that the kindergarteners drove it up that high, so my job is actually killing me. *sigh* I do have a hard life, don't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-6319214032969288651?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/6319214032969288651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-job-is-literally-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6319214032969288651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/6319214032969288651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-job-is-literally-killing-me.html' title='My job is literally killing me...'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1737601967089279212</id><published>2008-03-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:51:56.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>"Body Age"</title><content type='html'>So, today was rough.  My class was AWFUL today.  Completely, totally AWFUL.  I scooted out of there pretty fast b/c I had to get to the Center of Integrative Medicine for my Body Age Analysis - the first step in this pre-op nutrition and exercise program. I got lost. Twice. I was ten minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am - ready to assess my health and fitness which, let's be honest, has no chance of being anything remotely good. And since it's not something that I especially like to discuss, I'm game to do this but I'm not really excited about it. Plus, after my awful experience with the psychologist I'm worried that he is going to be just as disapproving and critical. Add that to my day and me being late and I'm a mess. Completely stressed and ready to burst into tears at the least provocation. So what's the first thing they do? Take my blood pressure. I have NEVER had high blood pressure at all and today it was 141/104. I freaked. Brian (the guy doing the assessment) said it was probably because I was so upset and stressed and they would do it again the next time I was there. There was also a cardiac portion where they measured your resting heart rate and they couldn't get mine to go below 100. I tried so hard to relax - he would leave the room so I could calm down and I just started crying. Luckily, he pretended not to notice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was nothing like the psychologist - he was very positive and encouraging, despite the fact that my results were (predictably) not so good. He didn't try and sugar coat it, but he did recognize that I knew they weren't good and that's why I was doing all of this to improve on it. In addition to the blood pressure and the heart rate, I had to answer a lot of questions on the computer, stand on a body mass scale, do a bicep curl to measure strength, a flexibility test, push-ups and sit ups. Actually on the strength and push ups I scored in the average range for my age. Brian said that if they do my blood pressure again and it's back to normal that will take my body age down significantly, but as it was it came out that my body was like a 56 year old!!!! Woah. That's freaky old. I go back tomorrow for a regular doctor's appointment, then next week I start with the nutrition an exercise program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired I almost fell asleep driving home.  Needless to say, I crashed and took a nap when I got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1737601967089279212?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1737601967089279212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-scooted-out-of-there-pretty-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1737601967089279212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1737601967089279212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-scooted-out-of-there-pretty-fast.html' title='&quot;Body Age&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-3685696550071236060</id><published>2008-03-05T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:51:05.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><title type='text'>Psychologically UNstable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="8188112577458948745"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just went and had my pre-op "psychological evaluation". The stupid woman was SO disapproving and critical of me! I hated hated hated it!! She's probably going to tell my surgeon that I am an unfit candidate for surgery - despite the fact that he told me that had never happened before. I'll be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really woman. I'm so fat I have to have surgery. Did you EXPECT my eating habits to be healthy? Thank you for telling me things that I already know, but making me feel about 3 inches tall in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-3685696550071236060?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/3685696550071236060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/psychologically-unstable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3685696550071236060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/3685696550071236060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/psychologically-unstable.html' title='Psychologically UNstable'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-402050706233598099</id><published>2008-03-04T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:50:12.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making the decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I'm going granola!</title><content type='html'>So I went to the &lt;a href="http://centerofintegrativemedicine.com/"&gt;Center of Integrative Medicine&lt;/a&gt; today. They were the people referred to me (by my surgeon's office) for my pre-op nutritional counseling. I wasn't really sure what to expect. It turns out that it was a 3-month program that includes meeting with the doctor, a psychological exam, meetings with a "Life Coach", individual sessions and large group meetings with a nutritionist, an eating plan (NOT a diet!), and an exercise plan with personal training sessions each week.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to work with all of those professionals together to help me figure out a plan that works for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting a jump start on weight loss and lifestyle changes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They give you this heart rate monitor and special watch that monitors and records your heart rate - they download your personal training program into the watch and then when you come back they hook the watch back up to the computer to find out how you did. (Some have referred to it as a "tattletale watch") Really, that's just a cool little technology thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My motivation for chosing the RNY surgery was, "If I'm going to do this, I'm going all the way" If I truly believe that, getting started with extra help now makes sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can stay with them after the surgery, even have the doctor there become my primary care doctor if I want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nutritionist I would be working with had gastric bypass surgery and has been very successful, so she's a great resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here are the negatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money. Insurance pays for some of it, but it will end up costing around $1,000. I am NOT taking money from my parents for this - they have already paid for my gym membership and are paying for the surgery. It will take a full third of my savings (I know, my savings are pitiful) but I can do it. I can make it cost a little bit less by not doing the full exercise program, but really when we're already paying tens of thousands of dollars, is a few hundred worth worrying over?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It requires a big-time commitment.  Can I do it?  Well, I better be able to b/c once I have the surgery I'm committed for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole practice is very yoga-natural remedy kind of crunchy and that's not really me. Give me artificial sweeteners and antibiotics any day! This will be more of an issue if I end up using them as my PCP, since I don't have one in Richmond yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's an issue with my psychological evaluation. I have one scheduled for tomorrow with someone else that has been pre-approved already, but the center would prefer that I do it with their psychologist, which makes sense. So I have to see if I can get my approval switched, blah blah blah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So I came home, thought about it, looked into it a little bit more, prayed about it, and talked to my mom. I've decided to do it. I'm going to call in the morning and ask them what to do about the insurance thing for the psychological evaluation. I may have to pay a penalty for canceling at the last minute. I may tell them to reschedule it for a later date and then call to cancel several days out so I'm not canceling within 24 hours and incurring a possible penalty ;) So we'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-402050706233598099?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/402050706233598099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-granola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/402050706233598099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/402050706233598099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-granola.html' title='I&apos;m going granola!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048760898533771638.post-1182985430606009254</id><published>2008-03-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:48:04.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making the decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paying for surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my life!</title><content type='html'>I'm a little unsure about this whole blogging thing, so here's the plan - I'm going to start one and not tell anyone about it. Makes good sense, right? Well, maybe I'll end up telling people. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with a scary fact about me - I am THIRTY years old. Yes, 30. That is a freakin' scary huge number for a fat single girl in a tiny apartment. Not so scary for a married woman with a house and a baby or two. But for me, yes. By the way, while I'm on the subject of my age, let me say this: I am really tired of people telling me that I'm still young and have plenty of time to have babies and most people are waiting until they're older now anyway. That's fine and dandy. I am happy for those people. I am fine with them deciding that they wanted to wait. It's just not how I wanted MY life to go. Oh, well. I suppose God has his own plan out there for me...I'm just working on finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a major decision that I have recently made - I'm going to have RNY gastric bypass surgery this summer. This is a weight loss surgery that staples a small portion of my stomach off and bypasses some of my intestines to that even the small amount of food I'm able to eat doesn't all get absorbed. It's completely scary, mostly because I'm going to completely have to change the way I eat and be more serious about exercise. And if I cheat I get really sick. Here's where the whole process stands right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My insurance does not have the necessary rider to cover the surgery, so I'm doing this self-pay. And by self-pay, I mean that my wonderful parents are paying for it. Deciding to accept this money from them was a HUGE obstacle in making this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have gone to an orientation meeting, and met with my surgeon - Dr. Elliot of the Richmond Surgical Group. Another doctor in that group was actually recommended to me, but I ended up meeting with Dr. Elliot. He moved here recently from CA, but he performed WLS there as well and I have heard lots of good things. He's not particularly gregarious (big word!), but I think that he will be a good choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Tuesday, I'm going to another doctor to begin a nutrition program for the next 4 months leading up to the surgery. (I'm waiting until summer because you have to be out of work for up to 6 weeks, and as a teacher summer made more sense) They were recommended by Dr. Elliot's office and they said that they may be willing to take me on as my primary care doctor as well. That would be good, since they obviously work with WLS patients. However, in addition to being medical doctors they practice "holistic medicine" and I'm not sure how I feel about that so we'll see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Wednesday, I'm having my psychological evaluation.  *gulp* Who knows what they will say about me? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048760898533771638-1182985430606009254?l=fightingforskinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/feeds/1182985430606009254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1182985430606009254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048760898533771638/posts/default/1182985430606009254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightingforskinny.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to my life!'/><author><name>Sarah Nash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678085460071317870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFF5H1oMBok/SiXTeAh27vI/AAAAAAAAKxo/jdUIq7o7lNw/S220/P5113819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
