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I pooped like a man today. For real. I feel lighter...

So DH was right, and I *was* full of shit.

hey kids!

I am at the hairdresser with a half hour to kill, so I thought I would let you all know I am still alive, and well. Kid is off to camp in a couple of weeks, so we are busy getting ready for that, and I am enjoying work.

I have to say the only thing I hate about going to the hairdresser is the hard sell with the products. It pisses me off. I know what's best for *my* hair. I know that the crap they are trying to sell me does not hold my curl in any way and that's why I don't use it.

Le sigh.

Love to all My girls!

A quickie

I am really loving my job.

And for a part time job, it turned full time real quick. One of the chicks quit to go to Japan, so I was offered her job. YAY! Full time work.

So much for starting slowly, huh?

Holy shit, I think I need a break from the interwebs

Because clearly what I say gets lost somewhere.

On a popular lap band web forum a question was asked regarding the need for plastic surgery after a 100lb weight loss.

The replies were all pretty nice till I replied that there really is no way to tell what will be needed after massive weight loss.

Somehow, I am wrong (although even plastic surgeons say there really is no way to tell!)

Maybe everyone in the world but me is some sort of psychic? Maybe they have a Chrystal ball?

I don't know.

All I know, is that apparently I am wrong.

No matter what I say, I am wrong.

So, whatever. I will give this chick the last word. I appears to be important to her (I deleted my last post in that thread. I honestly can't be bothered to argue anymore... I am honestly giving up)

Add to this the recent deluge of idiots who can't read, and take a comment or two of mine totally out of context and call me judgemental and heartless, I don't know what more I can say.

Oh. Sarah H. (whoever you are)

Oh. Sarah. Give me a fucking break here.

If you want intelligent conversation and thought, go elsewhere. Pick up a book, watch a foreign film.

And yes. You did say I was heartless, so do me a favor. Fuck off. I assume nothing about anyone. And what I said gives no indication that I do. All I said what that YOU assumed that I was never hurt badly. YOU were the one that assumed. Not me.

So the simple solution, if you prefer intelligent conversation, and think I am heartless and mean, is to go elsewhere.

I won't be hurt if you don't come back. Pinkie swear!

Hugs and kisses
The Heartless Bitch.
xoxo






The good stuff.

The kid goes away on the 14th, and DH and I have our plans set out for the week he is away. Dinner out at least two nights, and A Mid Summer Night's Dream on Thursday the 18th.

I am almost giddy at the thought of being childless for that long. I know we have had DS at SIL's for almost that long before, but it's kinda different when it isn't family that's looking after your offspring.

Dunno (How's THAT for intelligent!)

I had to go to DFO for a work skirt, and while I was there I went into the Table Eight store. I am not normally a fan of Table Eight, but I found the nicest day dress. Cheap too.

I still have to buy the kid gloves and a warm jacket, I found a couple of contenders.... But he wasnt with me, so I guess I have to go back, huh? MORE SHOPPING!

Work is going well. I am enjoying it far more than I thought I would. But for a part time job, it feels awfuly like full time (I was supposed to have 20 hours, I am getting closer to 35)

Anyway, all is going well.

Interesting

I was asked today by my doc how I felt about having a hysterectomy.

I am a bit shocked.

It would be a means to an end. I know I am never going to have any more children. But it's not just closing the door. It's bricking it up.

So.

I got the invitation to my sisters wedding.

It's late October, and in another state. I know she wanted me to be Maid of Honour, but, I am just not sure I can swing it.

Can I just pick the most expensive thing on her registry and send it?

About the gift registry. This is her second marriage, and she has been living with the guy for about 6 or 7 years, and they registered for stuff? I am no expert, but I don't think it's the done thing to register for gifts....

I don't know. I just don't.

By Thor. I love being judged for being judgemental

They hypocrisy of it all!

Here, this is what I mean. I just got around to checking out my comments This is one from Sarah;
I think it's awesome that you've lost so much weight, and have kept it off for so long. You obviously have a great amount of emotional and physical strength.

I lost incredible amounts of weight before I had my band. I also gained incredible amounts of weight.

Everyone makes excuses for different reasons, and for different issues in their lives. People make choices, and do what they need to do in order to survive everyday. Not everyone who is morbidly obese is that way because of a conscious choice they've made; insisting that it's the truth will not change the truth.

Even though the most difficult part is over for you, try to imagine yourself in someone else's shoes - someone who is *entirely* different from you. Not just someone who is morbidly obese - Imagine for a moment, if you will, that you're a victim of sexual or physical abuse who eats for comfort, to lower the chances of anyone worthwhile being sexually attracted to you. When that comfort is taken away, panic sets in and takes away all thoughts of losing weight and being "happy".

The only thing that matters at that moment is the fear, and the need for comfort. Just imagine that, and see how easy it is for you to tell that person that they're just making up excuses. If you can still say that, when you know the whole story, then you truly are judgmental, and even a bit heartless. Surely it isn't that black and white for you, in your life. Why expect that it's any different for people struggling with similar, or very different, issues with weight?

Sarah. Sweetheart. You assume that I was never sexually abused, never violated... You just assume darling.

We all have our crosses to bear. Everyone. The trick in this life, the only one you get, is to rise above it, and get the fuck on with life.

If we can't move on we get stuck in that spot, re living it day in, day out.

So NEVER assume that because someone appears to be "judgmental, and even a bit heartless" to you, don't assume it's because they haven't been victims.

*If* I am that, it's because I refuse to be a victim to my past. Held hostage like so many other people I see who can't move on, who are trapped by it. But I am not. If I was honestly heartless and judgemental, I would have given my husband shit for losing and gaining the same 10kg over and over. If I was heartless, I would not have done half the things I have in the last couple of years.

I am just a very strong person. I encourage others to be the same. Be the strongest person you can be.

And if you HONESTLY think I am heartless. Fuck off.

Going through my photobucket account

I came across some of my more revealing before/during pics.
This


vs



That, and it's hardly a surprise some people have trouble believing I am the same person.

Ok. Here they are

2 years post op TT.





I will get pics of the scar later.

(Please ignore the period bloat. I fucking hate being a woman some days, you get to almost bleed to death on a monthly basis, and smile while you want to die and take everyone down with you. What joy)

Oh, and a shiny two buck coin for anyone who can tell me where my Nike+ receiver is. I had to run without it today.

The boy goes to Canberra for a school trip in just under a months time. I have theatre tickets and a dinner booked for two of the nights. I think I will just enjoy the peace & quiet for the other 4! LOL.

I do have to find two new outfits. I had planned to wear a dress that needed taking in, but have decided that it's going to be more trouble than it's worth. So I might just buy something else.

I already have one like this in grey.

I do have time to buy something else if I decide not to go with that...

Edit
Would this dress be too much for the theatre? It might be a bit cold for mid September though. That's the only thing. Humm.

2 years post op tummy tuck

Not today, yesterday. I kinda forgot. It's still flat as ever, and the scars have faded nicely. I am still pleased as punch.


So, that makes me 3.5 years post op lap band. Gosh, time flies.

I have been this weight for over 2 years now. Holy shit!


I will take pics of the fab tummy today and post. They will be the fist pics of my new scars too (from the tube shortening surgery I had last month. Dr C went in through the old port scar and the old probe scar. The port site scar is well hidden in my belly button, the probe scar, not so hidden!)

So yeah. Nothing much else is going on.

Still going to the physio. I am responding well to the treatment, and now only have to see him twice a month, and continue to do my exercises twice a day. All very exciting.

I have joined the ranks

Of those who have iPhones.


It's actually quite heavy compared to my Motorola K1. But I love it none the less.

I am alive

I survived my first day of work. It went well. I still have all of my limbs.

I am still pretty excited about working, and being around other adults again.

I do love my MIL

And I know that she just lost her husband, but the conversation is, and always has been the same...

"I got up, and had a bit of toast and took my medication, then I answered the phone... And then I had a nap, then I went to church, then I came home and answered the phone, and then...."

You get the message.

I love her to bits, but the conversation is always the same, and always as stimulating.

And now she is trying to make me feel guilty for not taking that bread she brought yesterday, and saying that she will be okay without a light in her kitchen. That she can wait till my DH comes to fix it in a couple of days (in a sad panda voice)

Long conversations about nothing I can live without. Honest.

Maybe the anti-Chickie peeps have it right. Maybe I am a bitch.

But I have been on the phone for 45 fucking minutes, and I need to pee, and am very hungry. Very.

Edit to add;

Okay. I do sound a wee bit cunt-tastic there. She is frustrating me. I am not dealing with it well. Me going back to work, and getting a bit of space from her is the best thing, I think.

This bit of insight brought to you by a 5k run (and I know I am limited to 3k, but I can take it off one of my other runs. I know it doesn't work that way. Feel free to point and laugh when I hurt myself)

Good times

Had 5 kids under 12 yesterday for the whole day.

I managed to keep the house clean, and to get in a 3k run around the soccer field while the kids played in the middle (it's amazing what $10 worth of styrofoam aeroplanes will buy you)

So we had dinner at MIL's when SIL got back from Young Con with the three eldest (apparently DS will be applying for Young Con next year according to SIL. There go my Saturdays!)

Good times.

Anyway, I start work on Tuesday. I am excited, but pretty calm. I am sure I will freak out late Monday arvo, Tuesday morning.

It will happen. Give me time.

As a side note, I love my house. After a trip to Ikea, and several hundred dollars worth or Swedish crap I really didn't need, and an after noon of re-arranging furniture, I am in love with my living / dining / study and entry area's.

Yep, shallow consumerism at its best <3

Found the pants!

I tried everywhere short of Myers (I usually don't stress about spending money on good clothes, but navy isn't a colour I wear, so I didn't want to sink money into them if the job doesn't work out. And even if it does, I will be issued with a uniform after 3 months... Hence my reluctance to spend lots of $$$)

Anyway, I ended up getting them in of all places Susan Grey. In a wide leg, short length. Joy. The search is ovah.



Ok. Something that is bugging me (gee, nothing usually bugs ME)

My surgeon has a fantastic down to earth attitude. He is a real person. Not the usual surgeon type.

We agree on pretty much everything, and every time I go in to see him is is usually for a god natter on the latest studies, attitudes and other WLS and obesity crap.

So, there is this chick who sees the same surgeon, and she is forever saying "My surgeon says this" and "my surgeon says that" and it bugs the shit out of me. Have a fucking opinion of your own.

It happens that I agree with the man, but if I didn't... You get what I mean. I just can't stand it, because she is quoting him, and that isn't really what he says to me when I see him. It's odd. I think she hears what she wants to, and regurgitates the bits that sound good.

Meh. I wonder if her opinions / thoughts / comments will change when she is actually banded?

How hard is it

To find navy blue dress pants?

Apparently, almost impossible. I have tried quite a few stores, and nothing. Sigh.

At least I found a nice white blouse, and a cute pair of shoes (at the DFO Tony Bianco for $30 I must take a pic. Gosh, I love DFO)

And after the pillow Vs TV incident (the one that ended the TVs pathetic life) I didn't end up with the 32" LCD that I wanted.

We ended up with a 42" plasma.

I spent a whole freaking day looking for a 32" LCD. picked up the kid and the DH for the last leg of the journey, only to have the kid and the bigger kid fall in love with a massive TV.

After hearing them whine about how they would love it... And how plasma is *so* much better than LCD... We got the farking thing. It's HUGE. Too big if you ask me. But no one did! LMAO.


So, anon, I am not ignoring you, I just haven't had time to address your longer than long comment.

Short reply, I am not annoyed. I just have a lot on my plate. Ya know? Surgery for me, then MIL and putting my FIL in the ground after nursing him for close on 4 years, then getting a job. I am just busy. Too busy to be explaining myself to people who read one or two things I say out of context.

So forgive me if I get snippy.

I don't think PCOS is sad, because, lets face it, there is worse in this life. There really is. And I am a "the glass is half full" kinda gal. I might have issues, but I can live with it.

And infertility isn't the end of the world. I have lived with IF for my whole married life, and suffered more losses than you could imagine. But life goes on. Ya know? I still wake up in the morning, pee and have a coffee (or 6). I am not saying it was easy to get over. But you do. You move on, or you don't. And if you don't, THEN it's sad.

People who have a problem with me, have problems with me because of something within them. It's not about me. Its because I did something they think *they* cant do, so it can't be done. It's never about me.

And yes. I see a physio. I just don't post *everything* I do. If you get what I mean.

So yeah, there is the short version of what I wanted to say. I am not pissy with anyone, or anything. I am just a woman, like many, who has too much to do, and too little time. So If I come across as snippy and short, its because I just don't have heaps of time.