I JUST MIGHT WEAR IT ALL WEEKEND

So Coy did shreak with fear when he saw me ascending the stairs to his room and he wondered where the he__ I had got that and when was I going to please take it off. I told him I was going to wear it all weekend. "Why?", he asked. "Because it's my freaking JUNIOR PROM DRESS!!", I squealed. I can't believe it, it fits, well I'm not taking too many big breathes and my boobs are smashed flat as pancakes, but they do have a nice firmness about them if I do say so myself. Okay, I may only wear it for one night and that's only if I don't break a rib or my sternum if I sneeze!!

WE WENT WHERE??

The middle of March, Jimmy & I went to Mexico on a service project with my work to take donated eyeglasses to the needy in the middle of no where Mexico. We stayed in Colonial Juarez Chihauhau, Mexico. I was feeling much better and had no shortage of protein, there were refried beans everywhere!!

This is where we fit them for their glasses, they would come into the overflow with a RX from the doctors and we would take that to the tables full of sorted donated glasses and find a few that were as close to their RX as we had and let them pick which worked the best. Well, most took which one worked the best some took the one that they thought looked the best on them.

The Menonite men & boys looked like they could have came right out of the Basin. Most of them wore crisp denim bib overalls, or Wranglers and boots. Most of them are farmers, because they don't believe in modern things. It's against their religion to fly an airplane, but they could own one and have someone fly it for them? People are the same everywhere, give them a rule and they'll find a way around it.

These are some of the Menonite women we saw at the project which was in an LDS stake center, the most gorgeous church building other than a temple I've ever been in. This is very typical dress for them, they sew their own dresses so a lot of the families had the same dresses and they were very clean and not a hair was out of place under those hats. They were a lot like the Amish. They spoke mostly German and the men generally spoke for the women. Cade Kowallis had been to Germany on his mission so he interpeted for us. A lot of the Menonite men spoke German, Spanish and some English but not the women. They also don't marry out of their race or religion and there was only one settlement of Menonites so there wasn't much doubt why they had such bad eye sight.

We are standing in front of the Colonial Juarez temple, the smallest LDS temple in the world.

DON'T TEMPT THE ALL MIGHTY GODS

Okay, tonight I came to the realization why I couldn't bring myself to blog about anything. I'm scared!! You'd be scared too if anytime you even quietly mentioned something BAM, you get bit right in the butt with the very thing that you let cross your lips. It is for that reason I will only tell you the scope revealed my pouch didn't need stretching open, the lining was red and irritated so I am taking a small pill each night to control the amount of stomach acid which dumps into my pouch each morning. I'm not saying anything specific, but I guess I'm really typing so I'll type and tell you Wednesday was the dreaded 2 week thing and it has came and gone without incident. That's all I'll say about that. I'll now uncross my fingers and toes and offer a sacrifice to the Gods, maybe a piece of this cake that keeps staring at me. I never have lost a stare down with a piece of bakery before this surgery, but it's kicked my trash since October. Da-- it!!!

Here We Go Again :0(

Well, I told Jimmy, with the troubles I had having our kids, why did I ever think I could do this and have everything go smoothly. Of course I'm thankful things have went as well as they have, but last Saturday, about 2 weeks after my gallbladder surgery, the waves of nausea began again !?!? I did everything I could to talk myself out of it, but I don't think you normally have to do breathing from lamaze after you brush your teeth to keep from throwing up! Well, it's become a daily ritual for me and it wouldn't work on Thursday. Back to the protein drink and probably on Wed. I'll have a scope to see if my outlet of my new stomach has scarred down to too small of an opening. They can stretch out the opening at the same time if it has. So for now I feel much better as long as I don't try to eat 3 meals and stick to the drink. Am I sorry I had the bypass, no, I just feel bad when it affects more than just me. I don't think Jimmy and Coy have ever cooked & cleaned this much and I appreciate it so much!!

BACK TO THE GRIND

Okay, I had my gallbladder out the day after Christmas and all is well. No, this isn't really a picture of my stomach, but you get the gist. Crazy it actually hurt worse than my bypass surgery, but was still not as bad as I was worried it would be. Never in my life did I think I would have a total of 12 holes put in my body. 2 from having my tubes tied, 6 from bypass and a fresh batch of 4 from the gallbladder. I now have a crude outline of a football laying across my stomach. Still a lot better than in the olden times when they basically sliced you open from stem to stern for just about everything. And as my last lesson taught me I shall not bad mouth the 12 poke holes because things can get worse.

I have been able to start back on food and haven't been sick at all, knock on wood, and the weight loss has started again thank heavens, I'm 3 lbs away from losing 100 lbs since February, apparently losing the weight of a kid thats in 11th grade is going to take a little while, who'd of thunk it???

So minus a few more pounds and with a few steri strips still glued to my belly Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho it's off to work I go tomorrow. ( Sorry to the girls at work, I know it's probably been heaven without me there ;0)

Oh, yeah the little weight loss tracker tracks my BMI, body mass index on top half, and the bottom shows total lbs lost going for a goal of 158 lbs lost in the end. I know the numbers are staggering and can give your brain a cramp when you try figure the beginning weight, and that my friends is a secret shared in confidence with my preacher?!?!