I am down 17 pounds and 4 oz. I broke down and bought a scale and have become a junkie about stepping on it. Not good but it keeps going down so I love it.
I am still working out and would love to get my bike out but the doctor says no. I cancelled my cardiology workup for pre-op lap band because my insurance isn't going to cover it and I can't afford it.
I decided to venture forth in my quest for a swimsuit, perferable one that completely covered me from head to toe. I like the ones from the 20's. My kind of suit. Anyway, that was enough to make sure I am always going to stay on track with my diet. Shock Therapy. I should get one to put on everytime I want to eat. It is bad enough I look like the bride of Frankenstein since all my surgeries without all those horrible bulges.
How did I let this happen to myself. My only crime was the love of good food and a great microbrew. Sigh. I eat less then my husband and he stays thin, whine whine whine whine. Ok enought of that, onward.