Personal temper tantrum. Feel free to skip. Or slap me. Whatever.
Things that I hate:
1) feeling bloated and gross
2) having my pants too tight. So tight that in fact Pajama Jeans sound like a GOOD idea.
3) trying on new clothes and having them not fit right either
4) restricting my calories
5) counting my calories
6) avoiding alcohol entirely
7) listening to my husband eat what seems to be an entire bag of chips with his lunch while I have none. Oh, and he's skinny. Freak.
bah. I hate everything right now. Except Blueberry Seltzer. I love that.
'scuse me now whilst I go drink more water and chew some gum.

. Shutting my mouth.

Really. Permission to slap. What fun.
But HATE that you're feeling this way regardless.
I always love my snuggie
She always loves her snuggie.
So cute and funny and snuggly all rolled up in one.
OMG, I have SO MUCH to say.
First - Hi Karen!
I'm Lisa (mine's easy but do a cheat sheet before your head explodes) and you found a place to ramble away. Queen Ramble here at your service. I'm 43, single. I lost a ton of weight - gained a bit back but maintained for the most part and the good thing is the maintain has been for years. So good sign.
And I'm done. So I'm not too inspiring for you. I'm done giving a crap. And at your height - your bones can't be that big. I would look downright skinny at 180.
See I"m rambling.
Welcome to you!
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OMG, I have SO much news to share. Oh boy. So much good news.
Father - he's found and staying put so I can actually track the boy. And he sounded wonderful this morning. Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And thanks for hearing my meltdown. The issue here is that it's BIG BUSINESS if they keep you one minute later than they projected - they need the beds. So to be kept for 48 hours longer was - sighing - difficult.
But yeah now!
Mom - got a MRI cancellation TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES SIR.

She's MRIng as we speak. Rocks, considering she's lucid enough to know that time's a tickin'. With her issue it's a 1-3 year mortality and she's over a year. (Karen - she needs open heart surgery BUT she has Alzheimer's or mini stroke issues and the doctors are unsure if they'll make her "gone" in the head with the operation).
Again the woman is whining to me about how pig's valve ONLY last ten years. AGAIN. She's 75 this year - let's all do the math.

It must be nice to enjoy life that much to want to live and live and live and live. Really, another effin' gene I missed.

Whatever.
Me - I had a DAY - what a day - of admitting/last minute procedures - crossmatch, other bloodwork, swabs that you just don't want to know about

- another ECG. And meetings galore - nurse practioner, pharmacist, Nurse, surgeon and the most interesting woman EVER - the anesthesiologist (did I just kill that word?

). I can't even explain to you all how EXCITING some of them were. I have so much to tell you about the braless - T shirtless Stress Echocardiogram results and my health and capacity. I'm so thrilled. SO THRILLED. Much more than any weightloss can give ME. Ever. Later.
BUT my OR date was moved this week. Yes let's all insert swear words. Let's.
(Karen I'm fine)
So not this Tuesday. Now the ninth of February.
OMG, AND I *think* I just sold the house. On my own. As the realtor.
LOVELY - OH SO LOVELY - DAY.
And Nancy - Guess whose birthday is Superbowl Sunday?
