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weighed in today  down 3 lbs.

Son asks so” mom when are you going to have the gastric bypass surgery. I do not want to have to see you on the floor and not be able to get up again. I have lost 3 l bs of water  he says . no big deal…its good but everyone loses weight like that.  ”

I am sad now tearfully that my son thinking I will die, but I am not sure on the surgery at all.  It is invasive. It will require the healing process, etc and the same willpower used in diet.  I believe I can do it myself. I know I can, I really do.

I have been through so much pain and hurt I do not want to have more. I just want to do something happy for a change.

I have not had a vacation in 30 yrs or more.  I need to feel like a normal woman, be able to do the things I want ,when I want.

I heard my sons concern, and yet he kids about it , and I know over the last few days my body is not feeling that surgery is right, even though the surgeon at Ellis Bariatric Medicine, thinks it will be successful.

I have to decide soon.  Or not. I have to and want to get thin, be attractive to men.

Ha men. Now that is another story. Been hurt before, and may never be trusting again.   Who knows.   The truth is I am young and want to wear a sexy bathing suit, feel good about me.

I have been walking more in the stores when I go.  Slowly but surely.  I am very upset with me.

I am just wondering if the cpap machine will change any thing .

So for today for now I will see how it goes.

Love you all,

grammasrunamuck  Patti

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  • NEVER WAX YOUR HOO-HA

    All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises
    of easy, painless removal – -The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair
    and now…the wax. Read on……….
    My night began as any other normal weeknight. Fix dinner, watch the
    grand kids come and go.
    I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for
    the next few hours: ‘Maybe I should get the waxing kit from the
    medicine cabinet.’

    So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
    It was one of those ‘cold wax’ kits. No melting a clump of hot wax,
    you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and
    you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else)
    and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?

    I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough
    to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out.
    Its two strips facing each other stuck together.

    Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out
    the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (‘Cold wax,’ yeah…right!)

    I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and
    pull.

    It works!

    OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad.
    I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me!

    I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of
    smooth skin extraordinaire.

    With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the family,
    I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting
    championship.

    I drop my granny panties and place one foot on the toilet..

    Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of
    my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down
    to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip).

    I inhale deeply and brace myself…. RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
    I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….. OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
    Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the
    strip.
    CRAP!
    Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.
    I think I may pass out…. I must stay conscious…. I must stay
    conscious.
    Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe…. OK, back to normal.

    I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
    me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
    the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

    I hold up the strip!

    There’s no hair on it.
    Where is the hair???
    WHERE IS THE WAX???
    Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

    I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip… it’s not!

    I touch…. I am touching wax.

    I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
    covered in cold wax and matted hair.

    Then I make the next BIG mistake … remember my foot is still propped
    upon the toilet? So I put my foot down.

    Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!!!

    I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do
    and think to myself ‘Please don’t let me get the urge to poop….
    My head may pop off!’

    What can I do to melt the wax?

    Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I’ll run the hottest water I can
    stand in the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax
    should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right ???

    *WRONG!!!!!!!*
    I get in the tub — the water is slightly hotter than that used to
    torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment — I sit.

    Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
    together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of
    the tub…. in scalding hot water.

    Which, by the way, does not melt cold wax.

    So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented
    myself to the porcelain!!!

    God bless the AT&T man who had convinced me a few months ago to
    have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

    I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
    secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation
    starter.

    ‘So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!’

    There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal
    but she does try to hide her laughter from me.

    She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, ‘Are we talking
    cheeks or hoo-ha?’

    She’s laughing out loud by now … I can hear her.

    I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side
    of the box.
    YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night.

    While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape
    the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie
    goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
    water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

    By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and
    I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for
    this event.
    My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
    grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
    What do I really have to lose at this point?
    I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!! The scream probably woke the
    family and scared the dickens out of my friend. It’s sooo painful, but I really don’t care.

    ‘IT WORKS!!’

    I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.
    I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair……

    THE HAIR IS STILL THERE…….ALL OF IT!

    So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts.
    I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I’m going to try hair color…….

    how bad can that turn out???

Women you will be able to understand this…

 

Hi friends, have not blogged in a while and I have missed it.

My friend Holly  has been telling me to start writing again, I guess she is right.   It feels great to write about my day, reminds me of what I am responsible to me for.

I have learned that by shutting myself down,or off it  diminishes me when I do not stretch my wings,and mind.

The truth is I am 407 lbs  down over the months and now am deciding I need to reevaluate my attitudes.

Some of them are positive other not very positive.  When it comes to defending my friends, our nation, and family  that is Positive with a capital P.   When it comes to myself, I pay little attention to what I want or need.

Now after seeing a bariatric surgeon at  Ellis Hospital,I am again unsure about the surgery.  The surgeon and the practice are amazing, kind and loving.  As for having the surgery the dr suggested it is important for me to have it. I know the hazards and think if dire necessity pervades the one I would choose is the sleeve.

I have been very lax with everything and still lost 8lbs .

So today I started to do what is good for me.

I hope you all will be beside me as I try.

grammasrunamuck,

patti


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