Hi Tracy

Thanks so much for stopping by. I hope to visit you (all) soon!
Jay-nee-- THanks! I am feeling so much better now. Of course I know the onslaught will return

But I'm happy for now
Tasha-- I know some of its in my head. I can be the same weight and see myself fat one day and thin the next

I suppose all those years of negative self image don't melt off with the weight.
Tera-- I'm kindof doing Core, but still counting my points as if I'm flex. I still need to work more on changing my food choices. Core foods definitely are more satisfying-- just not as much fun! I'm glad to help if you need photo-positing help!
OK, my big news:
Well I have two big news items:
1) I'm 5'7"!!!! My whole life I have been 5'6 1/2". I went for my preop and they measured me as 5'7" I asked her to check again and she said I was definitely 5'7". OK, so that means my drs note goal isn't as far off from WW as I thought. I think its all the weight lifting and Pilates. I have always had bad posture (slight scoliosis), and now I have good posture.
2) I ran 18 miles this morning!!!!!!!!! I already wrote the details in the marathon weekly thread so I'm just going to cut and paste them here. I'm psyched
from Marathon Weekly Thread:
The Brain Split Theory
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TOday was my first 18miler. I woke up at 4:22AM, but laid in bed unti the alarm went off at 4:55. A quick chug of protein powder/crystal lite, greased up and dressed I was out the door by 5:18 and on the bike path by 5:28. (I have NEVER been a morning person in my whole life). I started super slow, my first mile was 12:00, second was 11:00 then settled into a 10:00 pace pretty much throughout. I stopped at Starbucks at my 6th mile for a potty/coffee break. The only other stop was at mile 14 to fill water bottles and mix my powdered gaterade stuff. I did one goo at mile 6 along with my coffee and that seemed to be enough. I only suffered one major shower sting. My fanny pack left a pretty bad gash in my back where the buckle laid. My overall time was 201 minutes, my actual running time was 186 minutes minus the stops. I felt like I could have made 20 if I had set the Commando to do it.
This brings me to my Brain Split Theory. Somewhere around mile 14 I started questioning why I am doing this. It seemed reasonable when I set out, but now I just want it to stop. But my feet kept going. I had allot of time to ponder (3+ hours in my head while my feet moved). I came to the conclusion that at the onset of the run there is a peculiar split that takes place in the brain. Some portion I'll call the Lunatic Commando gets a direct order to run X miles no matter what. The rest of the brain (the conscious Me) doesn't have any say after this directive is set. The Me isn't really even aware that such a meeting took place, not until Me wants to stop. Once I came to this theory I started searched for that Lunatic Commando. I wanted to SHUT HER DOWN. But alas, she is clever and eluded me. So I settled myself in for the last 4 miles without quipping. I noticed I had shoe puddles and decided that was probably what sent me out searching for the Commando. I swear she's crazy. If I gave her the directive to go a 100 miles she'd probably kill me trying.
But the good news is I finished, resumed command and have very little soreness to remind me I went 18 miles this morning.
Never underestimate the power of the Commando.
