I’m Famous!

I won a radio contest this morning, y’all! Our local Christian station, Z88.3, has a mother’s day contest going on. I called in today, got to tell ALL about my mom and how awesome she is, won a CD, and we’re entered in a drawing to win a trip to NYC. I’ve always wanted to go there! I hope we win.

More importantly, they’re mailing me a CD recording of me talking about my mom on air. I’m so excited to give it to her for Mother’s Day!!

When I came in to work, our Secretary said, “I just heard you on the radio! You made me cry!” I made myself cry too. I just love my momma. There’s so much more I could have said! When I get the CD I’ll try to load it here for you guys (be forewarned: I have the voice of an eight year old girl). Yay!!



I took a good, long look in the mirror this morning. Naked.

Friends, this is getting a little scary. I’ve lost 116 pounds, and I could stand to lose 108 more. I’m halfway there, and I already see skin issues. The next 100 pounds may be frightening.

I always knew I’d need my arms done.

Now I know I’ll also need my belly, boobs, and thighs as well. It’s a remote possibility that insurance could cover the tummy. Everything else is all me.

So what’s a girl to do? Start researching nearby teaching hospitals, that’s what. Or, you know, Mexico.

Suits Galore

Despite the fact that I’ve set clear boundaries for work/life balance once I start the PhD this fall, and despite the fact that my current employer is willing to accommodate my needs, and despite the fact that I know added stress is just a problem waiting to happen… I have a job interview on Monday.

I don’t expect to be offered the position. I’m really over-qualified, and chances are they’re interviewing others as a formality and have someone internally lined up to take the position. And even if they did offer me the position, they’d have to go outside their advertised range to meet my salary requirements. And even if they did meet my salary requirements, I’d need a commitment from them that they would allow me the autonomy to work a schedule that meets my needs during the PhD pursuit.

So it’s really, really a long shot that this will work out. I’ve got everything I need at my current job. It would take a lot to get me to move.

That said, interviewing is always a good idea. You never know what’s out there until you check it out. Only problem? I have NO SUITS that fit at the moment. I called my mom, and she sent over a billion suits, all in sizes that I’ve already explained are too big for me. Not sure why she sent the 24’s when I’m currently wearing a 20, but whatever, that’s another issue for another day.

I’ll make a shopping trip this afternoon to see if I can find something that fits and is affordable, although I really hate to buy something for a job interview I’m sure won’t amount to anything in a size that will fit for about 3 weeks.

So… if I can’t find something today, what’s worse? Wearing an interview-appropriate suit that’s a size too big and looking rather loose? Wearing more typical office wear that’s NOT a suit but fits properly? Showing up with a pillow stuffed in the waist of my favorite suit so that the pants don’t literally drop to the floor?

Good grief.


I’ve been tagged by Kim.

What was I doing ten years ago?
On April 25th, 1998 I was a sophomore in high school. And that just sounds crazy. But actually, this was about the time of year I was trying desperately to break off an 18-month relationship with my first real boyfriend, Phillip. I kept trying to end it, and then he’d just cry. I’d feel bad, we’d stay together. After a couple more months, it was finally over. Oh, the drama. His mom still wishes we’d gotten married.

Five things on my To-Do list today:

1. return pulse oxymeter to pulmonologist’s office (done)

2. accompany Lee to a doctor’s appt (done)

3. send a ridiculous email about a ridiculous problem i’m encountering at my ridiculous job
4. attend my University’s spring graduation banquet
5. laundry

Three of my bad habits:

1. i get too irritated too quickly
2. leaving my purse, keys, bills, paperwork…. all on the kitchen counter
3. putting my hair up in a clip. It’s like a compulsion. I can’t ever leave my hair down!

Five places I’ve lived:

1. Apopka, FL
2. Mount Dora, FL
3. Orlando, FL
4. Irvine, CA
5. Managua, Nicaragua (for one summer)

Five jobs I’ve had:

1. Asst. Director of a department of a University
2. “Key Manager” part-time at Lane Bryant
3. Legislative Intern to a state senator
4. Cash Office staff for a retail store
5. Wife (the hardest!)

Five books I’ve recently read:
1. A New Earth, Eckhart Tolle (still reading)
2. My Mother Was a Computer, N. Katherine Hayles
3. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (re-read it every couple of years)
4. Networked Art, Craig Saper

5. The Audacity of Hope, Barack Obama (listened on CD in my car)

And I’m not tagging anyone since almost everyone I know online has already been tagged. Unless you’re reading, and you haven’t been tagged. In that case, I tag YOU.

Need motivation to exercise?

It struck me today while reading Lacy’s blog that I’ve never shared how or why it is, exactly, that I’ve taken to Gold’s Gym 5 mornings a week. Me, the never-exerciser! It’s not like I woke up with a burning desire to make a fool of myself in front of all the high school girlies and their TINY LITTLE SHORTS every morning. I hate sweat. I hate my uncool, cheap, baggy workout clothes.

So why do I do it? (other than the fact this is my freaking last chance to finally conquer my weight and I’m terrified of not getting it right?)

Because I read the abstract of a presentation from the 24th Annual Meeting of the American Society of Metabolic & Bariatric Surgery (ASMBS). I remember printing all 60 pages of abstracts to read on a long car ride to a conference with my mom. (You can find all of last year’s abstracts here. The study I reference is on page eleven.)

In their presentation, 7 researchers from Virginia Commonwealth University studied the outcomes of RNY patients to “determine whether 150 minutes/week of moderate intensity physical activity” resulted in higher rates of pounds lost, percent excess weight lost, BMI change, and total weight loss percentage at 3 months, 6 months, and 12 months out from surgery.

You can see the abstract itself for the statistical findings if you’re into that kind of thing. The numbers really did blow me away in terms of being “statistically significant.” These aren’t innuendos or possibilities or correlations: these findings are cold hard facts.

The bottom line? Exercising at least 150 minutes per week at a moderate intensity made no difference in weight loss at 3 months out. No difference. But at 6 months and 12 months? Wow. Exercising really pays dividends in the latter half of the first post-operative year.

Now we don’t know how many people started exercising at 6 or 12 months, or how many folks were doing high intensity workouts, or any of that info. All we know is that there was a statistically significant difference in weight loss between those who exercised and those who didn’t at 6 and 12 months out.

And that’s my motivation every morning!

(That and the fact that I’m staying on track to accomplish this goal in 35 weeks and 6 days!)

Ummm… what?

I just had a moment to look at a printout I was given at my 3-month checkup this morning. It’s a weight chart with my goals and percentages and all that jazz, showing all of my weigh-ins at their office.

Do you know what their goal is for me?


One hundred and thirty one point two pounds. Do you know when I last weighed that much? When I was fifteen, playing sports, anorexic, and a SIZE ZERO. Seriously. On me, 130 pounds is a size zero.

I don’t know why this goal cracks me up so much. I mean, my personal goal has always been 140. But 131.2? That just seems crazy for an adult!

But who knows. Maybe it wouldn’t sound so crazy if it weren’t so far away.

3 months out!

I’m 3 months out today. I had a great visit with the nurse practitioner at my surgeon’s office: labs are all perfect, weight loss is on track, no complications to speak of. Yippee!

I’m still a bit concerned about my B12 level. At 1 month out, it was off the charts as 1200-something. At three months out it’s down to 700-something, which is still good. But there has been a drop by almost 500 points in 2 months’ time with no difference in supplementation. I may step up the B12 just in case.

I’m down 46.4 pounds since surgery and 113.4 pounds since my highest weight (one year ago!). I’ve lost almost exactly 30% of my excess weight since surgery (right on track for 3 months!), I’m working out 5 days per week at the gym, and I feel more “fit” than I have in years.

Most of all? I’m on track for reaching my goal weight by Christmas. All it takes is 3 pounds per week. Woohoo!

To do:

  • Get this freaking sleep apnea under control so I can stop feeling so tired. Now I KNOW it’s not a vitamin issue.
  • DROP THE CRACKERS, POPCORN, AND BAKED LAYS. There’s nothing in them that I need!
  • Step it up at the gym. Now that I have more endurance, it takes a real effort to get my heart rate up.
  • Start back with the reward system… I deserve it!