Pain in the...gut?

I know I’ve said it many times (knocking on wood each time, I swear) but my recovery has been extremely uncomplicated.  I’m lucky.  But I guess I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop.  

:: sound of shoe hitting floor ::

Monday started out as a great day.  I went to the gym, ate like normal, and got ready for work.  I hopped into my car and headed into Boston, per usual.  But about ½ way there I started having a really horrible abdominal pain.  A stabbing pain right below my sternum, making it hard to even breathe. 

Being the kind of person I am, I tried to shake it off and work, but it was impossible.  I had to leave only 2 hours in.  (And I still feel guilty about it.)

I went home, started to feel a little better, had a snack, and went to bed.  When I woke up, I felt like a million bucks.  I chocked it up to working too hard at the gym and went about my day.  I ate light and stayed on the couch most of the day jst so I wouldn’t stir up anything.  But when I got up to go to get ready for work, this sharp pain came back with a fury.  I tried to blow it off, thinking it would go away on it’s own again, but when I couldn’t even stand up straight in the shower, I knew something was wrong. 

I called out sick from work…again…and went to the ED at my hospital.  Of course, by the time I got there (about 4 hours after the pain had restarted) the pain was diminishing…but I hadn’t eaten in almost 6 hours and I was convinced it was related to food.

In my mind, it could only have been a few things. 

My first thought was that it was my gallbladder.  Gallstones are common after gastric bypass, so it wouldn’t have surprised me if this were the case.  But alas…after an ultrasound, I found out my gallbladder was looking all right and did not need to be removed.  This was a thrill, because gallbladder issues meant surgery in my head and I totally didn’t want to deal with that at all.  (although of course they saw some sort of spot on my liver so I have to have an MRI out patient now….awesome… :: rolls eyes :: )

So, moving on, I also thought it could have been a small hernia.  Although I couldn’t really feel any sort of protrusion where it was hurting, I had worked out that day, and hernias can definitely happen after abdominal surgery.  So, I had a nice abdominal x-ray that ruled that one out.  Fantastic.  Zero for two...

Finally, my last thought was that I could have some sort of gastric ulcer, which can happen at the seams of your pouch after gastric bipass.  To me, what I was feeling didn’t feel as much of the burning type pain that I would expect with an ulcer.  I remembered that when I had my EGD previously, they did say I had a small one...so maybe it had grown.  Heck, I didn’t know.  I was grasping at straws.  But, after an extremely awkward rectal exam, I was told that I was not “bleeding” and it may not be the cause.  Wonderful.

No one seemed to know what the heck was wrong with me.  And since my pain had gone away (I hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours) they gave me a glass of water and some graham crackers.  When I didn’t die after eating those, they sent me home.  Without any answers.  At 3am.  

Awesome. 

So, long story short, it’s right about the witching hour for this pain to come back.  All I’ve eaten today is a piece of pizza and a fudgesicle.  So far so good, but I’m being cautious.   I need to follow up with my PCP and my bariatric surgeon, but I think will live. 

As a nurse, it’s hard to be on the other side of the bed.  And it’s even harder to be there without answers.  But I am glad it’s nothing emergent and, honestly, I’m just hoping it doesn’t happen again.  :: crosses fingers ::

A day in the life of my pouch...

I’ve been thinking. 

(Dangerous, I know…)

Now that I have been eating more “normally” and actually cooking and plating my own food (for the first time in months!!!) I feel like I have really lost perspective on the bigger picture of what I put in my mouth throughout the day.  

And this scares the crap out of me.  

I don’t have the luxury to lose control of how I eat…and I'm afraid with every bite that I will.  So, since I really had nothing better to do all day, I came up with a little project to give me (and you) an idea of how I’m eating.  I took a “before and after” shot of ANYTHING I put in my mouth.  For 24 hours.  

So here it is…my day...one bite at a time.

I was really honest and didn’t eat anything that isn’t pictured here.  I do have to say, though, that knowing I would be taking these pictures really helped my keep random small snacking (aka “grazing”) non-existent.  It made me think a little more about what I was eating, and looking back today, it makes me see where I could have made better choices.   

This is something I may have to do this more often...just to keep myself in check!

Enjoy!

Breakfast, 9am:
1/2c Fiber One raisin crunch cereal
1/2c skim milk
1/2 small banana




Snack, 11am:
4 pieces cheddar cheese
4 water crackers
5 slices cucumber
1/2 small tomato...diced
(drizzle of salad dressing over vegetables)



Lunch, 1:30pm:
1 small whole wheat wrap
2 small baked chicken tenderloins
1/2c raw spinach
3 small tomato slices
1Tbsp shredded cheddar cheese
1Tbsp light red wine vinaigrette
1 handful baked ruffle chips




Snack, 3pm:
1/4c black and white trail mix

Dinner, 5pm:
1c pasta
1/2 c homemade meat sauce
1 italian sausage, sliced
1/2c steamed baby vegetables
sprinkle of pep. romano cheese

 Snack, 8pm:
1 small macintosh apple, sliced
1Tbsp peanut butter

Fluids throughout the day:
1 bottle Lipton diet green tea (16.9oz)
2 bottles poland spring water (16.9oz)

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Lookin' for love....

There is something about going out to dinner with a group and sitting next to an empty place setting, that makes you feel really alone.  And last night, that’s exactly what happened to me.

When I was bigger, I never really had a boyfriend.  And I guess I never really expected to.  When people asked me if I was seeing anyone, I would tell them just how hard it was to meet someone while going to an all women’s college.  Or how working in a female dominated profession didn’t really make it any easier. 

It wasn’t like I didn’t try.  Eharmony? Match.com?  oh yes…I sure did.  But after meeting a few bad eggs, I didn't renew my subscription.  

Despite the excuses I gave, deep down inside I felt that my size was what was really holding me back from meeting someone great.  I understood that looks had a lot to do with the process.  Whether right or wrong, I felt being a bigger person made a bad first impression. 

To be honest, more than once I even tried lowering my standards.  Yeah…you can imagine how well that turned out. 

So, I took last year to focus on getting my life and myself together.  And now that I’m more average sized and with the same personality and even better assets, I thought things would be way easier for me.  But alas, I am surprised on how difficult meeting someone remains.  And as I watch my friends get married and have babies, I feel like I’m running out of time.  My birthday is 4 weeks from today…and I will be the ripe old age of 29. 

When people tell me that I’m “quite the catch” and that I’ll “meet someone when I’m not looking”….I totally want to smack them upside the head.  No offense, as I’m sure some of you were already thinking it.  

Honestly, I would like to know when someone in my position ISN’T looking?!?!  I mean seriously.  My radar is ALWAYS on. 

So, my real question is, was it that people never really cared how I looked?  Was it who I was as a person that turned people off?  Or is it that my standards are too high?  Honestly, I don’t know…and if I think about it anymore, I’m going to need a glass of wine.  But what I do know is that as November looms just a few days away, I have to start to comprehend the thought of spending the holiday season as a single person…again. 

So here I am, wearing my cute new dress last night.  Will I meet someone someday?  I sure hope so!  But until then, I'm just a single white female...lookin' for love…and someone to sit next to her at dinner!

10 year high school reunion...

Last weekend I went to my 10 year high school reunion.

Yes, I am that old. 

But as old as it made me feel, I was excited to show off the new me.  I skipped the 5yr reunion because I had put on almost 60 pounds.  I wanted to go, but I was embarrassed of my weight gain.  But now, with a lot of hard work, my weight is now 40-50 pounds less than It was when I was in high school.

So…Bring it on.

Although some of my closest high school friends were unable to attended (I retain the right to refer to you guys as “LAME” until you show yourselves at the 15yr) it was really nice to catch up with some people I haven’t seen in ages and see what everyone has been up to. 

Well…to be honest…I kind of knew what everyone was up to.  Most of us constantly stalk each other on Facebook.  But we exchanged pleasantries and pretended that we didn’t know every little detail that was going on in each other’s lives.  Strange how times have changed…but all in all, it was a really nice event.  And being there really made me think about how different I am now from when I was in high school. 

There are some people who are fat and happy.  But, that was not me at all.  Being fat in high school has to be one of the cruelest punishments one can endure.  Not because I was made fun of or made to feel uncomfortable, but because of the things I missed out on.

In high school, I didn’t have a boyfriend.  Or a prom “date.”  I distinctly remember being MORTIFIED that my prom dress was a size 20.  It was the biggest size they had in the store and it barely fit me.  I went to my prom with a friend because the stress of potentially going alone was unbearable.   I felt like I was lucky to even find someone willing to go with me. 

I remember every birthday wish, every fallen eyelash, every penny found….I would wish to be skinny.  I wanted to wear cute clothes and to not cry in gym class.  I would lay in bed at night and bargain with myself saying “tomorrow, I will start to walk on the treadmill…everyday…and I’ll only eat salad….everyday.”  But by the morning, I would inevitably fall back into my old habits and my weight stayed on.  Or went up. 

Don’t get me wrong, though.  I have really fond memories of high school!  Singing in various choirs…drama….and some GREAT shenanigans with my friends.  (most of them involving my gray 1989 Ford Taurus…jealous much?...)  I just think they may have been a little “fonder” if I hadn’t been embarrassed of how big I was…all the time. 

After talking to people for a little while at reunion, I really started to think about what I had accomplished in the past 10 years.  I realized I’m in a really good place.  I look great.  I feel great.  And I know I have some great times coming to me in the future. 

So when I left the reunion, I felt happy.  It was great to see my friends, and it was great to see how far I had come in my life.  But, despite all that….I still feel old.    

"THE RULES"

For me, today was one of those days where all I did was eat and sit on the sofa. A “mental health day” of sorts. And when I weighed myself, I lost 2 pounds.

Awesome.

But in all seriousness, the amount of food I have been able to eat lately is really starting to scare me. With everything I’ve tasted and tried...athough I definitely feel full sooner...I haven’t had dumping at all. So, at this point in this whole process, I know I can eat anything I want.

This is extremely dangerous.

Without the fear of dumping, I have gone a little rouge with my eating. I still stay away from sugar…mostly…but I have been ordering out at work, going out to eat more in general (most of the time NOT ordering off the children’s menu), and buying "unhealthy" items at the grocery store.

When I go out to eat, sometimes I know I could pick a healthier item off the menu…but I do what I do best. I rationalize ordering what I WANT instead of what I SHOULD have. It is a skill I have mastered that I wish I could use for good instead of evil…but alas.

My saving grace has been that I continue to work out. Hard. Also, my pouch still limits the quantity of food I eat. The amount of food I can eat is definitely less than pre-surg, but in the last few weeks it has totally increased from what it has been. It is a fear I can't even describe. 

So, a few days ago I really started thinking about how and what I've been eating. I have heard stories of people regaining their weight after surgery.  It feels like this is a point in my recovery where I could start to pick up some old habits that could send me down that road. Yikes. So, I've decided to nip these bad habits in the butt before they get out of control.

Thus…”THE RULES” were born.

“THE RULES” are something I made up in order to help me stay on the straight and narrow with my eating. They are limits I have set for myself that I'm not allowed to rationalize away.  And as stupid as it sounds, they have already started to help.

Here’s what I have so far:

1. I will eat breakfast everyday.  And it will be breakfast food...healthy breakfast food.  

2. I will taste a dessert, but never order or eat a whole one.

3. I will never drink more than 2 glasses of wine in one sitting.

4. I will not buy unhealthy food at the grocery store.

5. I will try to make and bring dinner for myself at work.  But, if I do order out...I will make healthy choices  

6. I will take my vitamins.  Everyday.
7. I will not eat ANY halloween candy.  Not even one piece. 

I will add more rules as time goes by, but it is already hard to keep up with these ones

When I make a rule, I’m trying to be realistic. I know that at some point I may break it. But just having them really makes me think about what I'm eating before I put it into my mouth...which helps a lot.  This list will grow and change as I do, but I will always keep it around as a tool to keep me healthy. 

Knowing that I CAN eat whatever I want has empowered me to CHOOSE to eat the right way. I don’t want to go back to an unhealthy lifestyle…and if it takes “ THE RULES” to keep me in line….so be it!

On a funnier note, when I told my mom about my current eating woes and the instillation of “THE RULES” she sent me the link to this video.  Hysterical.  So yes, mom…from now on I will “think before I eat”…

***do you have any “rules” that you use to keep yourself in check? Or do you have any suggestions for my ever growing list? Let me know in the comment section below!

Wedding bells...

My sister and my dad!

Well, we finally had my sister’s wedding and it was just fantastic.


Everyone was beautiful, especially my sister, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.   (especially during the "father daughter dance...I tear up just thinking about it)  It was an awesome wedding and I’m surprised how quickly it went by!

When I went to get my hair put up, I told the lady straight out…this was going to be difficult.  And boy…I wasn’t lying.  The “growing in” parts are still too short to do anything with and the rest of my hair is so fine it wouldn’t even tease! 

Me and my beautiful mom!

My assigned hairdresser didn’t even blink an eye.  She worked her magic and with an extra pair of hands, a pound of hair pins, and what seemed like an entire can of hairspray, she had my hair contorted into a sort of French twist like thing with some pinned curls on top.  She REALLY lacquered it to my head and it looked great the whole night!

The bridesmaids

Our dresses looked awesome and I don’t think anyone could even notice that mine was altered at all!  The color really looked good with my skin tone, which was totally tan because of all my beach visits this summer.  (thanks, Mike!)  I also loved my silver, glittery, 4 inch, peek toe pumps!  (Something I couldn’t have ever even DREAMED of prancing around in before my weight loss!)  Our ensembles were a really good choice and looked phenomenal on all of the bridesmaids. 

The DJ was great and me and Mike danced all night long!   All those calories I spent on the delicious dinner and 1 glass of wine were pretty gone by the end of the night, I'm sure.   (I needed the glass of wine to get through the maid of honor toast…that I had written only the night before!) 

Professional wedding dates...me and Mike!

I caught the bouquet, which gave me hope for a wedding in my future.  But, then I remembered that this is the third time I have caught the bouquet at a wedding.  


Bummer. 


My cousin, Joey, caught the “bruins themed” garter. (my sister and her husband are BIG hockey fans...god bless them…lol)  Needless to say, Joey was not too interested in putting his hands up my dress, so we did a fun dance and he placed it right up on my arm.  I thank Beth now for all those bicep curls and triceps kick-backs, as I’m sure everyone was checking out my “bruins” arm all night long!

All in all it was a fantastic night and really fun wedding.  I can’t believe its over and I couldn’t be happier for my sister and my new brother in law.  I hope they enjoyed their honeymoon in the Bahamas….especially the “couples massage” I bought for them as a wedding present!  

The newlyweds...Congratulations, Jillian and Mike!

Wine tasting....

Hello…my name is Kristen and it has been almost 9 months since my last drink.

Now don’t get me wrong…Alcohol made a swift exit in my life when i decided to have this surgery.  The fear of “dumping”  (which I haven’t really had yet, knock on wood)  kept me far far away from my martinis…and vodka tonics…and tall glasses of shiraz.   I remained painfully sober through birthday parties, weddings, and dinners out.  And didn’t really mind…too much.

But nothing was going to keep me away from a drink while I was at my sister’s wedding. 

The experts tell you to have your first drink at home…just in case it makes you really sick.  And it was difficult for me to find a time where I felt like sitting at home by myself drinking wine and waiting to be sick.  It just didn’t sound very fun at all.

So, a couple of weeks ago, my really good friend, Lindsey, came up for a visit from California.  We sat down and started to chat.  And I did something I hadn’t done in a while. 

I opened a bottle of wine. 

It was a dusty bottle of cabernet sauvignon.  A REALLY good bottle I had received as a housewarming gift when I bought my house about a year ago.  Something I was saving for a really special occasion.  And this night seemed about as good of an "occasion" as any I could think of.  I mean, if I was going to “dump,” I might as well do it on a really good bottle of wine, right?

It also made it a little easier knowing that Lindsey is also a nurse, so I knew that if I got sick, she would understand.  So I poured…we drank…and talked and laughed until the wee hours of the morning.  Besides the fact that the girl who used to drink 4 or 5 martinis and still be sober as a brick, ended up pretty tipsy on a half of a glass of wine, I had no ill effects. 

I was so happy I could have cried that night…well, maybe it was the wine.  But still…it was awesome. 

Rehearsal dinner!

So at my sister’s rehearsal dinner, I downed a couple more glasses, just to be sure.  (Also, to help me ignore all of the delicious italian food that was there! Yum!) 


Bingo…no dumping.  I felt great.  I felt I was totally set for the wedding. 

I’ve decided that I’m going to stick with wine for now in order to avoid the sugars in the juicy sweet drinks and the bubbles in the ones mixed with sodas…and this suits me just fine!  I can have 1 or maybe 2 glasses, but I won’t overdo it because I know there are A LOT of calories in that little glass. 

Regardless of the restrictions I’m giving myself, I’m glad to have alcohol back in my life.  I know it will definitely help me fell a little more “normal” in the social situations a girl in her late 20s is exposed to…it will also help me get back to seriously busting a move on the dance floor! 

Me, my wine,  and my dad!

I'm alive...

Hey guys...

Just thought I would put up a quick note letting people know that, even though I haven't posted in while, I am alive and well! With my sister's wedding tomorrow, things have been pretty busy in my world and I haven't even had a moment to collect my thoughts. I will be posting again next week, but until then...here's a quick picture of me from the rehearsal dinner!  

As of this week, I have lost a total of 110lbs! 

15,000 hits? seriously?

So, while checking my blog this morning…as I do every morning…every single day…I noticed I my counter was just over 15,000 hits.

Holy mackerel.

So, I decided to re-read all of the touching comments left in the past 7 months by you, my fantastic readers! I feel badly because I can’t personally respond to each and every one, but rest assured that I check for them, every day. And the support has made a huge difference in my recovery. No question.

So, I just wanted to put up a quick post to thank you all for your support! Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my blog, leaving your comments, and for passing the link on to your friends and family. You guys rock!

Kristen
xoxo

(Also, if anyone links my blog to theirs...PLEASE comment to let me know, so I can do the same for you!)

Magic pins...

Clothing is starting to really irritate me.

I mean…I absolutely LOVE shopping and buying new clothes. But it is starting to really bug me that I grow out of the stuff I buy so quickly….usually about 3-4 weeks. Thank god I wear scrubs to work or I would be legitimately insane by now.

It has gotten to the point that it really doesn't matter too much to me what I wear...except for one thing. About a year ago, I had to buy a bridesmaid’s dress for my sister’s wedding. (which is currently 2 weeks from now!) I had just started the process of getting approved for my surgery when we had to buy them and I didn’t know what size I would be. So I guessed. And since the dress was on sale, I knew I couldn’t buy another one. So I bought not one, but two dresses…just to be sure.

I figured if I wasn’t approved for surgery, I would still drop a few pounds on my own and drop at least one size. So I bought one dress in a size 22. I then figured if I did have surgery, I would lose at least 50 pounds, so I bought another one in size 18.

Right now I am a size 12. Shit.

I’ve looked on the website, called the store, and even checked e-bay to see if I could find a correct sized dress…no luck. So I figured I needed to find a seamstress…an EXCELLENT seamstress. Fast.

Well, god bless faceboook! I throw out a desperate cry for help and I am blessed to be connected with Mary Reese…seamstress extraordinaire. When I called her to make an appointment at "Hilary's Bridal" in Plymouth, MA, where she works, I was so nervous and most likely talking a mile a minute. When I finally stop babbling about my post surgery dress-size-woes, there was a brief moment of silence. I held my breath and she said to me words that almost brought tears to my eyes.

“Don’t worry. I have magic pins.”

Awesome.

I had my fitting a few days ago and pick up my finished dress next week. Mary was just the sweetest thing ever and skilled to boot! Before I knew it, she had me pinned up tight and the dress fit perfectly. And beyond that, it looks utterly fantastic.

I friggin’ love magic pins.

So here I am with Mary, magic pins and all. I can hardly wait to see the finished dress! And I can’t thank her enough for hooking me up with her magic pins!!!!

Big Kristen...

When I was younger, my babysitter’s name was also Kristen. When you are about four-years-old and you share the same name as your babysitter, it pretty much rocks your world. Well…at least it rocked mine.

When she was around, my family referred to her “Big Kristen” and I was “Little Kristen.” (You know...because it was so difficult to tell the difference between us.) To me, "Big Kristen" was perfect. She was smart, pretty, and fun to play with. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up.

The other day, when I was talking to my friend, Mike, we started chatting about our upcoming 10 year high school reunion and how much I've changed since then. My surgery is a common topic for us, and I always feel really comfortable talking to him about my weight loss. Suddenly, he said something that really caught me off guard.

“Ya know,” he said, “I don’t even remember big Kristen…”

I had no idea how to feel about that. I was finally referred to as “Big Kristen”….but not in the way I expected almost 25 years ago. Several things darted through my mind. Have I really changed that much? Is this a good thing? Am I so different that my former self has disappeared? I mean…was there anything wrong with being “Big Kristen?”

Throughout the process of shrinking my body, I have done a lot of growing as a person. And I have crossed a few things off my bucket list. But am I really a completely different person?

When I got home, I really thought about it. After awhile, I finally decided that I am basically still the same person that I was before my surgery. The difference is that I am finally sharing some of the parts of my personality that I have kept hidden for so long. Sure, I have a lot more confidence now. And my confidence is real. Not just a smoke show to hide my insecurities. I want to try different things, go on adventures, and jump out of planes. And I think “Big Kristen" wanted to do those things too, but she just couldn’t.

I’m not changing who I am as much as I am evolving as a person. I get to keep the best parts of myself and improve on things that will only make me a better person. Not a different one.

So, I realized that there was nothing wrong with being “Big Kristen.” In fact, she was pretty darn awesome. But, being “Little Kristen” again is really awesome, too. And there's nothing wrong with that!

Proof I can fly!

The video and pictures of my skydive came in the mail yesterday. It is legitimately the best $90 I have spent on anything. Ever.

I’m still not completely comfortable with seeing myself on video. It only takes me about a nanosecond to zone in on all of the flaws that I continue to worry about. I have always been overly critical of myself, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that everyone else thinks and sees the same things I do. :: ugh ::....I really need to knock it off.

But here is my video. It's proof that I actually can fly!



I know I said it a million times in my last post, but skydiving was an amazing time! Despite all the nervousness, I would totally jump again in a heartbeat. Maybe I can get some of you to come with me next time?!?

Here are some of the pictures they took for me, as well. Enjoy!







When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. ~Leonardo Da Vinci

I'm like a bird...

Today, my mom told me I eat like a bird. I find this hysterical.

Especially, since I feel like I have been eating everything in sight in the past week or so. I have been hungrier than I have felt in a looong time. This worried me a bit, but my doctor told me this might happen…so I've been doing the best that I could with it, kept going to the gym, and anxiously awaited the consequences. Despite all my fears, a couple of days ago I got on the scale and voila!

I broke the 200 lb mark.


For the first time since I can even remember, I weigh in the 190s. So, I did what any normal blog writing girl would do. I grabbed my camera and got proof.

This is a HUGE achievement for me. I needed to celebrate. But, I was getting quite tired of rewarding myself by buying clothes that I grow out of in 4 weeks. I had no idea what else to do. God works in mysterious ways, though. When he knew I wouldn’t expect it, he put the solution right in my face.

I seriously have an addiction to roller coasters, thrill rides, and the such. But these rides can be a bit nerve wracking when you are a larger person. Mostly it’s because of the involvement of some sort of strap or harnesses that may or may not fit around you.

In what I can only imagine as an experience that would cause me to want to crawl under a rock and die, I have seen the way the people who are running the ride react to someone who doesn’t fit into the straps. After waiting for god knows how long to ride and struggling with the small straps, the “non fitter” is made to get out of their seat in front of everyone and do the walk of shame out the back door. Everyone stares. It’s horrifying.

Because of this fear, I haven’t been on a thrill ride in really long time. And recently, as I’m getting smaller, I have just been jonesin’ for an adrenaline rush. So, while out at dinner with my friend, Noreen, she mentioned she was going skydiving with her cousin, Ashley, and our other friend, Kate. She casually invited me. And I said the first thing that came into my head.

Count me in.

I have always waned to sky dive…but I have always weighed too much. If I could even squeeze myself into the harness, I feared plummeting to the earth while dragging some poor soul (who anxiously strapped themselves to me) to an unfortunate and depressing death. SPLAT! So, before I gave my down payment, I checked the website. And I am 30 pounds below the weight limit.

Done.

In order to feed my crave for adrenaline and after some severe nervousness, I got in a plane and jumped…at 10,000 feet (or 2 miles) in the air! Freefalling at 120mph through the clouds over gorgeous Cape Cod was the most amazing thing I have ever done! It makes every drop of blood, sweat, and tears I have had to go through in the past 7 months absolutely worth it!!!

So, yes...my mother was right. Today, I WAS like a bird, but in more ways than one!


I paid for the edited video of my jump and should get it in a few weeks along with the professional photos. As soon as I do, I will share! Until then, enjoy some of these still shots thanks to Mike, who came to make sure I didn’t chicken out!

Tucked in...

I am always running late.

All my friends know this about me. And the ones closest to me tend to handle the situation pretty well. But no one does this better than my friend Mike.

Poor Mike arrives at my house generally 20-30 minutes before he actually intends to go anywhere with me…just to make sure I’m ready on time. And even if I’m not, he doesn’t get upset. In short…he’s a saint.

Well, Mike and I went to Martha’s Vineyard today, and I was running late as usual. I had meant to wash a cute little tank top that morning to wear out that day, but alas…because I went to the gym beforehand- I was running late...and I forgot to wash it. The amount of cute AND clean clothing I had to choose from was minimal. I literally put on the first clean tank top I could find. And I did something I had never done before.

I tucked it in.

I know this seems quite normal to some people, but when you are fat, you tend to wear the longest, most baggy things to hide your “poochy pouch.” (aka “gunt”…aka "pannis"…) Most days, I would have worn a shirt down to my knees. But, honestly, If you have a "poochy pouch", hiding it becomes a full time job. Tucking in your shirt is just counter productive.

But the “tuck in” worked...I looked cute…and the rest is history.

The only unfortunate part of the trip was the crabby waitress who gave me attitude about ordering off the children's menu. It was the first time that had happened to me…ever! She didn’t make me show my doctor’s note, but I totally threatened her with it.

Seriously...waitstaff of the world...don't mess with me.



Despite this grumpy waitress, our day was perfect. And I spent the entire day...comfortably "tucked in!"

Illegally blonde...

I take a lot of pride in my hair…as evidenced by the number of posts I put up about it. I can only imagine that when you all read this, you think “Shut up about your hair already! We get it! You are obsessed!”

But alas…I continue….

My hair needed to be colored soooo badly, but I had been waiting because I didn’t want to add any unnecessary stress to it. My plan was to try and wait until September to have my hair cut and colored again. But, in the past few weeks, I’ve really noticed that slowly but surely has not only has my hair decreased in falling out, but has actually started to grow back. Now, I am left with this really weird sort of “halo” of baby hairs around my head…all the same length. (I promise, it was not attractive and very difficult to hide...) Upon realizing this new development, I couldn’t hold back the urge anymore…so I made a hair appointment.

Today, I went to my salon and saw one of my favorite people on the planet: Toby, my hairstylist. The last time I saw him had to be at least 40-50 pounds ago so, when I walked up to his chair I received the best greeting ever!

“GIIIIIIRL!!! Oh.My.God. You look so gooooood!”

Seriously…I love him.

After discussing the weird halo situation, and taking into account my sister’s wedding coming up in 4 weeks or so, we decided the best solution would be some cute wispy bangs. He said that this would really help hide the wispy hairs in the front that are driving me absolutely bananas.

He did a gorgeous color job and I am so happy to be blonde again! YAY!