Sunday, May 23, 2010

My So-Called Life

I had someone tell me once how they always wanted to marry a military man because it was romantic and glamourous.  I suppose movies and images like this one play into such notions.  Heck, I had those notions at one time, too.  However, the military lifestyle is anything but glamourous.  Sure, you get to move to all kinds of places...and if you're in the Army, you get the armpit of Texas known as Fort Hood or maybe a lesser known hell that is known as Ft. Sill.   Or even the middle of Kansas at Ft. Riley.  The really lucky ones get great places like Ft. Drum, NY or Ft. Polk, LA. <---that last sentence was sarcasm just in case you couldn't pick it up in typed format.  ;-P

Anyhow, while being a military spouse does have perks such as "free" healthcare, we all know you get what you pay for.  Free is Tricare Prime and you have to be seen at the local military treatment facility (MTF), you don't get to choose your doc and even if you do, you'll see them maybe once out 5 visits.  There is no continuity of care.  Therefore, we chose to be on Standard where we can choose to see our own civilian providers, however, ours is out of network so we pay the full visit up front and take whatever Tricare reimburses.  It's more expensive but worth it to have a good doctor that actually knows who we are and our health histories.

My husband's career has also allowed me the benefit of being a stay at home mom.  Most days, I am glad that I have been able to be here for the kids, but it wasn't really a choice.  He works all hours when he is stateside, is gone for training and schools for weeks or months at a time, and then there are the wonderful year long deployments.  So anytime the kids get sick, school is cancelled or closed, etc., I am the one who has to call-in or leave work to be with them.  Same with doctor's, dentists, etc.  To those who have been a single mom, they may say there's daycare or back up providers.  Sure, if I were in my hometown, I have a whole network of people to lean on.  But I don't have that luxury. 

When Hubster deployed in October of 2008, we had been here over 6 months.  I had a job lined up before we got here.  I was working full time, Munchkin was in school and gymnastics.  You'd think with all that, in that amount of time I would have had at least one friend when he left, someone I could count on.  But I didn't.  I have NEVER felt so alone as I did when he deployed.  I was 12 hours from the nearest family and 6 from the nearest friend.

I went to work every day, Monster to the daycare next door and Munchkin to school.  I'd come home from work, get the kids and cook dinner and clean the house.  Weekends were spent catching up on all the cleaning that didn't get done during the week.  I was tired from working all week and just wanted to veg and hang with my kids and couldn't... because as soon as I cleaned one room, they'd trash it as I worked on another.  It was a vicious cycle.  There was no one I could call to ask to watch them so that I could maybe spend a morning cleaning and enjoying the rest of the time with them.  I felt like I was always yelling at my kids and I just couldn't keep up with being a full time nurse, full time mom, full time dad and keep up with the house and yard.

Then there was Monster.  At the time Hubster left, he wasn't even two yet.  A week after Hubster left, I decided to try a Silverado hood ornament on my little Grand Prix.  Needless to say, it was a bit large and I nearly totalled my car.  Which resulted in me having to drive Hubster's truck for over a month while my car was being repaired.  Not a big deal, right? It was a big deal because Monster was freaking out that Daddy was gone and associated Hubster's truck with Daddy. Therefore anytime we went anywhere he would throw a fit when we got home because Daddy wasn't there and would try to tie himself in with seatbelts.  It was like his way of saying he wasn't getting out of the truck without Daddy.

Munchkin also started getting sick a lot.  It seemed weekly I was getting phone calls from school.  My baby girl, only 7 at the time, was suffering migraines.  Luckily she hasn't had any of those since last school year, but at the time they were frequent and she was miserable.

With all this, I was quickly sinking into a pretty dark place.  I cried all the time and at really inappropriate times.  I just couldn't cope.  I had felt it coming on before Hubster left, so I had already made an appointment to see someone.  By the time I got into see someone, I was definitely in a full fledged depression.  I knew I was in a full fledged depression, but talking didn't help.  They didn't tell me anything I didn't already know.  And to top it off, I was kicking myself in the ass because this wasn't my first deployment.  Hell, my first deployment, I had only ben there 2 months, knew absolutely no-one and handled with a fair amount of ease.  So there was no way I should be feeling the way I was...I had been here six months, had a job, etc.  I did this before with less...WTH was my problem?

My problem is a chemical imbalance.  I've battled depression for years but meds never worked so what was the point in taking them?  This time talking wasn't helping.  But I knew I needed help.  My dear friend received what I'm sure to her was quite a frightening call from me one night.  I was at the end of my rope, feeling isolated and hopeless, overwhelmed and frustrated.  I was in a place where I was seriously afraid I'd be the crazy woman everyone heard about on the news who offed her kids and then herself...think Nicole Kidman's character in "The Others".  Yes, it was that bad.

Thankfully, my job was supportive and sent me to see someone as well and that person finally got me in to see a psychiatrist who could give me something.  That something was Cymbalta.  Cymbalta was seriously my life saver.  I am thankful every day for that little pill.  It's honestly the only time that I've ever been on an anti-depressant that I could actually tell it was doing what it was supposed to.  I am so thankful for that little green and blue capsule that when I started looking into Lap-Band I asked if I'd be able to continue taking it....because if they had said no, I'd rather be fat than feel like I did then.

So, I finished out another month or so at that job.  I knew something had to give at that point and it was the only thing that could.  I still had to be mom.  I still had to be dad.  I still had a house to maintain.  So, I began babysitting so I still had some income.  It allowed me to be home with the kids and maintain the house without the pressure of the 9-5 in a place I dreaded going to daily.

In that time, I also made a friend and I thank God every day for her.  She played a huge part in my coming out my depression, too.  I finally had someone to call when I just couldn't take it anymore.  I had someone who actually "got" what I was going through because she's been there too.  I am going to miss her when I leave here, but we will always be friends and hopefully the Army will manage to station us together again sometime, somewhere!  If not, we'll still find a way to get together! 

That summer, I went back to school.  13 credit hours in 8 weeks...yep and started a new job!  However, I had a sweet high school student that was as close to a live in nanny as you could get without her actually living here.  That helped quite a bit.  I took a part-time job working third shift on the weekends at a nursing home.  I continued with that until I had which time I was on weight restrictions up until last week due to the hiatal hernia repair.

Hubby came home in Sept 2009.  You'd think all is hunky dory when they come home.  But it's not.  It's a huge adjustment for everyone.  When you get used to it just being you and the kids, you develop your own routines, your own rituals and doing everything alone.  It takes time to learn to let them back in and do things.  Although I was glad to turn over trash and lawn duties!  But the kids, while glad to have Daddy home, still go to Mommy about everything.  At the end of a deployment, I just want to leave the kids with Daddy and disappear for awhile all. by. myself.  Just to give him a taste of what it's like to be everything to everyone all. the. time.

After the re-integration period, the life still isn't glamourous.  Hubster would often leave at 5:00 in the morning and not be home til 8:00pm or later.  There were times Munchkin asked if Daddy was at a training in another state because he'd be gone before they got up and not home til after they were in bed.  Weekends were about the only time we could count on spending any time with him.  When we plan dinners or Munchkin has something going on at school, we plan on going with just the three of us.  We tell Hubster and if he makes it, he makes it but we don't count on it.  We're used to the fact he's never there.  He wasn't there for my pinning ceremony when I graduated nursing school.  He missed our first anniversary and our fifth.  He's missed many birthdays and other holidays, including Christmases.  He's missed talent shows, parades the kids were in, school performances, etc.

So there you have it, just a glimpse into the life of one army wife.  So while the notion may be it's a glamourous lifestyle, I see it more as challenging.  The bright side is that with every challenge comes a reward, even if that reward is as simple as finally conquering the depression beast, or making a new life long friend.  It's the rewards that make the challenge worth pursuing.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

First Fill - The Day After

I went to my fill appointment (an hour away) just to find out the doctor had an emergency and would be an hour late.  They gave me the option of cancelling, but no way!
a)  I've been more than ready for this fill
b)  I drove an hour to get there
c)  I'm moving next week and don't know when I can get in with the new doctor

So I went back to my car and took a nap!  LOL  Went back in for try 2.  She had just gotten in and I was called back in no time.  She asked how I had been eating and told her while not as much before being banded more than I should be for sure.  She decided she'd fill me and we'd start with 3cc in my 10cc LapBand.  She said most people don't get to the "sweet spot" til about 7cc but if she gave me 7cc all at once I'd be back puking...and I'm sure she is right!

So they had me lay back, cleansed the port area with iodine.  Numbed me with a little lidocaine and then it was fill time.  It didn't hurt at all, but definitely is a weird sensation.  Not to mention it looked like an 18g needle....that's not small!  LOL  But she got it on the first shot and I didn't feel a thing.  The nurse gave me a bit of water which went down fine.  I was to be on mushies the rest of the day so I had the inside of a baked potato with sour cream and butter for dinner.

Today, I ate a small bowl of cereal at 7:45.  By 10:30 I was already hungry, so I ate a piece of string cheese.  Here it is almost noon and I am starving.  So I'm going to go make some lunch for me and Monster.  Dinner tonight is meatloaf, mashed taters and green beans...still trying to keep things a little mushy.

The docs gave me a copy of my op report and fill record to give to the new doc and I'm hoping to get in in 2-3 weeks, which is when the doc here recommended follow up.  Also according to them, I am down 16 pounds since my pre-op visit.  So here's to keepin on keepin on!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A Boobie-Do

For the first time in my life, well, since puberty anyways...I have a boobie-do. I have huge boobs...I was a 38DDD. But since surgery and losing weight, I am now back down to a 38DD. And my belly sticks out farther than my boobies do.

I know I should be thankful for the weight-loss but even at my highest weight, I loved the ta-tas. Granted, they required an industrial strength over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder that was usually only available in white or nude and sometimes even black! But they kept me proportioned. They kept me an hour glass even though I was am fat.

So while I could always deal with my wide hips and thunder thighs because I had the hooters to balace it all out, I don't have that anymore. My gut protrudes and I feel off and I hate it. I think I almost hate it more than my flatty (flabby & fat) upper arms.

I hope this stage passes soon and I get back my "normal" shape.

Will Zumba help? I don't know, but once again I lost 4lbs overnight and still love the class although doing the calypso steps is super hard for me...just not coordinated that way! LOL I wore shorts and a tank top because the room it's held in gets super hot. I have figureed out it's my form of self-torture. My thunder thighs, huge calves and flatty arms were so visible. The horror was enhanced by my if-I-was-any-paler-I'd-be-translucent skin. But that awful image in the full length across the room dance mirror is now my motivation. I am going to keep wearing shorts and and tank-top until I like the image reflected in that mirror. I just kinda feel sorry I'm torturing the rest of the participants. I hope they'll forgive me!

Well, I'm off to get ready for my first fill! Will update later!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A Fill Question -

Tomorrow is my first fill and then we leave for FL next week. So my main concern is getting it "right". Not necessarily to the "sweet spot" (does that ever happen on the first fill?). But I don't want to feel like I got nothing but don't want to be too tight either. From what I have found there is only two doctors in the new area that I can go to for fills and they're a good drive...Pensacola and since there's only two, I don't know when I will be able to get in.

So I'm just curious, how much did you get for your first fill and did you notice a difference (some restriction or too tight)?

Saturday, May 15, 2010

BYOC Time!

1. If you could be a cartoon character – who would you be and why?
Wonder Woman!  Do you not see the rockin' bod and great hair?!  Not to mention she's got to be a little kinky with that whip and those metal cuffs!  Not to mention she can spin around super fast, kick all kinds of bad guy butt and not have a single hair out of place when she's done.  The private (although invisible) jet would be nice, too! Especially with us never being close to home to just go visit whenever we want.

2. Who was your teenage heart throb? (Thanks Fiona for this one)
Jason Priestly.  Had a framed poster of him on my wall in all his 90210 glory!  Not only that but he's a hockey player!  That's hot!  Although I remember everyone else liking his co-star Luke what's-his-name.

3. Do you believe being overweight is about a mental obstacle or do you believe it’s simply about overeating/food?
I think it's both.  I think there is definitely some mental, emotional stuff that goes into why we overeat.  But you know what, I also like food.  It's disgusting how much of my mom's homemade mac&cheese I could put down.  Or broccoli casserole.  And we won't even talk about junk food because as I said in my post earlier today, Little Debbie and I go waaay back!

4. What’s your all-time favorite song?
Is it sad that I don't have just one?  I love all kinds of music and there are songs from each genre that I love and remind me of good times and loved ones. But one that means the most is "You Had Me from Hello" by Kenney Chesney.   Click Here To See Why

5. Whose blog or comment spoke to you/stuck with you this week and why?
It was a really busy and stressful week for me, so this week the blog that really got to me was following Drazil's series of feminine hygiene mishaps throughout the week.  I needed the laugh and she provided it.  I still chuckle thinking of her "Might OD on Midol mistaking it for SweetTarts" line.

S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D = D-E-S-S-E-R-T-S

Hello!  I'm  ~*D*~ and I am a stress eater....I'm an emotional eater.  And when I am stressed, I want the sweet stuff!  Little Debbie is my best friend!  Ever since I was a kid.  I even used to hide them in my room and binge so no one would know.  Yep, I guess that makes me a secret eater, too!

Anyhow, with the move, the house, the kids, etc. I think I'm pretty sure I'm almost stocked full on stress.  My eating habits have shown it as well.  I got some delicious cashew toffee from Love Abounds (check it out on Hyena Cart).  Half a pound...gone in one day!  Sugar, the simple carb, it melts in your mouth and therefore slides right through Miss B (my band).  At least the cashews provided some protein!  Anyhow the stress is wreaking havoc on my eating.  I am really trying to recognize the triggers, trying to utilize some self control and willpower, but they seem to hide when stress shows up. Wimps!

Also with the stress, I get insomnia, I clench my jaw and do it worse in my sleep that I wake up with a sore jaw.  I also get tummy upset but I think it's like dumping syndrome from the sugar overload.  Eventually, I'll start having really weird dreams too.  I had one last night, but can't remember it...I just remember waking up and thinking it was something weird to dream about.

So, now that you know I have ineffective mechanisms to deal with stress, how do you handle stress?

Friday, May 14, 2010

Finally Friday!

So it's finally Friday!   I don't know why I'm looking forward to it, as it's really just another busy day.  Today I get to get caught up on laundry (seriously, it breeds like bunnies around here!), catch up on Grey's Anatomy from last night and see the beginning of Private Practice that I missed.

I also get to pick up my fur baby from the vet.  She was spayed yesterday and of course, she vomited coming out of anesthesia with the trach tube still in.  So she comes home on antibiotics to prevent aspiration pneumonia.  I was also informed that she has a loose left hip joint and will probably be arthritic when she is older.  Oh and her protein level is too low and it was re-confirmed with a hematocrit test.  So she may have some GI issue causing her not to absorb the nutrients like she's supposed to which would explain why she eats constantly but is still on the thin side.  So we have to repeat that test before we leave in two weeks.  I'm sad because Kaisa has totally stolen my heart and she is truly MY dog.  So whatever it ends up being, I'm hoping it has a successful treatment plan with a good prognosis.  I'm also upset because I researched for months on breeders and thought we had a really good one, but this is our second dog from her with health issues. :-(

Today was weigh in day for the week and I am holding steady at 208.  Next Wednesday is my first fill and it can't come soon enough.

I apologize for being absent in blog land.  With the move coming up, packing in one week, and actually leaving in exactly two weeks along with trying to sell/rent the house, I have my hands pretty full.  I haven't forgotten about you all and I do catch up on at least reading your blogs when I get a minute via my phone....but trying to comment kills it.  So I just wanted to let you all know I have been reading!

Munchkin left me for the weekend...apparently her friend's grandparents' house with horses is cooler than mom.  Tomorrow we have a showing of the house, so I'll treat Monster to ice cream and the park! :-)  Hope all your weekends are great!

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Case of the Mondays

It started off cold and it's just cold and drizzly with the possibility of more storms.  I've been holding off on laundry because I didn't want to get caught with laundry spread through out the living room as I fold and sort to put away.  I figured today was a great day to catch up on it because after not a single phone call for a showing all weekend, no one is going to want to trounce around in this lovely weather to go look at houses!


As I have about three baskets of laundry surrounding me, the realtor calls.  They want to show the house in half an hour?  Are you flippin kidding me?!  Today of all days!  It's wet, the dog has of course been out and so there are muddy paw prints on the ceramic tile.  Munchkin's room looks like a typical tween's room and Monster's room looks like the tornado he is went through it.  There's also the fact that Monster's pull up was not quite on right last night and so I woke up to a wet bed this morning and I haven't had a chance to wash the bedding because I had already started laundry last night before bed! Oh, and lovely puppy has some GI upset going on and we're still housebreaking so she had a nice runny crapcident on the rug in the basement family room.  I scrubbed and cleaned but yeah, odor still lingered.

So I scrubbed and cleaned some more.  Put carpet refresher on the rug then went upstairs to sprinkle refresher throughout the carpet upstairs, and a little on the landing at the bottom of the stairs to the basement.  Wash what dishes didn't make it into the dishwasher, sweep the floor, mad ten second tidy in Munchkin's room, same in Monster's room.  Thank heavens for their secret storage cubby's!  At this point, who knows what's in them.  Quickly hang the "show" towels in both upstairs bathrooms, and the nice fluffy rugs.  Quickly put away the folded laundry and hang up what needs hung.  Pile all the rest into a laundry basket and set in on my bed.  It'll have to wait.  Drag out the Dyson and start vacuuming like mad....suck something up in Munchkin's room that makes the brush bar quit rolling.   SERIOUSLY?!  At this point I am in panic mode and frankly quite pissed off cursing hubby under my breath for talking me into listing the damn house instead of just putting it up for rent while trying to fix the damn vacuum!  Obstruction released, finish vacuuming frenzy upstairs.  Drag the vacuum downstairs to vacuum the rug and landing.  Shit!!  They're going to be here any minute and I still have to get Monster and my little guy I watch in their car seats and intot he car.  Unplug vacuum, wrap up the cord and put vacuum away.  Run upstairs, put baby in car seat, grab car seat, Monster climbs in his carseat and I buckle him.  Dammit!! I forgot the diaper bag and a bottle.  Run back in grab bottle and diaper bag.  Get in car, buckle up and go to start car.  Where the eff are my keys?!!!  Yes, my keys are missing!  Run back in grab the spare.  Open garage door and back out of garage.  Wait for showing to be over so I can go home.

Get home to find a message that the realtor couldn't get the key out of the door.  Nor could the guy she was showing the home to.  I should have Hubster look at it.  Ummmm, yeah...Hubster isn't here, genius!  So I luck.  Flippin key is still stuck in my front door.  I will have little man's dad try when he comes to pick up little man.  Otherwise the damn thing is just going to stay there!

So I now have an empty washer, so I strip the bed and head downstairs to throw the linens in the wash, just to realize that in my panic stricken cleaning frenzy, I forgot to vacuum the landing...that was attractive I'm sure.  Carpet deodorizer all over it! *sigh*

Where is that fairy godmother with combat boots to go kick Mr. Murphy in the nads when I need her?!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

For All the Moms


Hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day!!!

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Friday, May 7, 2010

Stupid Hormones!

I feel like I'm going crazy!!
As you all  may remember from a recent post I've been having girly issues since surgery.  Since hubby is gone now for Phase I, I quit all the hormones.  No Ortho Evra patch, no estrogen patch, no progesterone pills.  So I'm having all the great things that come with TTOM from horrible cramps, random bouts of tearfulness and the "if-I-don't-get-chocolate-or-ice-cream-right-now-I'm-going-to-implode-right-here-on-the-spot" kind of cravings.  Not good for a bandster or anyone trying to lose weight.

The random bouts of tearfulness can come on in an instant.  Looking at Kellie's baby and realizing I'm not going to get to see him every day like I do now and miss out on so much of his first year.  Yeah, tears at that thought today at McAlister's while having lunch with Kellie, her little man and Monster.  Yesterday, it was watching Kasey and Monster interact.  Monster considers Kasey his second mom and her oldest girl is his girlfriend.  He's always saying how much he "lubs" them!  Or Wednesday night at Kennel Club when Munchkin made two new friends that she will be leaving in a matter of weeks.  *sigh*

Luckily it is the weekend and it's supposed to be stormy and cool, so I can hole up in the house and watch movies and play games with the kiddos and not think about anything else going outside the walls of this house.

Stupid hormones!!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Thanks, Amy W!!

It's because of you that I signed up for Zumba class.  I just have to say that I great big puffy heart it!  It was so much fun and even my fat, out-of-shape self could do it and got through the whole hour!  I loved it and apparently it loves me, too because I saw a new low on the scale today!

Yesterday I was 211.  Today, I'm 207!  4 pounds overnight...AWESOME!!!!

I'm definitely making sure the gym I join in Florida offers Zumba and am hoping to do it more than once a week!  It's that fun!  I'm looking into buying some DVD's to do at home in case it's not offered more than once a week.

YAY!  I love ZUMBA!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Monday Musings

It's that time again!  Time for Monday Musings!

The Weekend
Friday night, hubby and I had a date night since he will be leaving this week to start Phase I of EOD school.  We went to dinner with the kids at the Olive Garden that just opened in town.  I was able to eat a little salad, half a breadstick and about 1/4 of my seafood portofino.  Yum!  I took the rest home and had 3 more meals (and one for Monster) out of it.  Not bad!
Then we left the kids with a sitter and went to catch a movie.  We watched the new "Nightmare on Elm Street".  It wasn't bad, but it was definitely not as good as the original.  Which, brings me on to my next point.  Seeing the remake of this movie made me feel OLD!  I've seen other remakes but they were remakes of movies I had never seen the original of because they came out before I was born!  So having been old enough to see and remember the original "Nightmare on Elm Street" kinda made me feel not so young!  LOL  Oh, and for the record, I think the original Freddy was scarier, too!
After the movie, Hubster and I went to the store to get the snacks and birthday cake for Munchkin's sleepover.  Nothing exciting but she's already asking for a VW Bug Convertible when she turns 16, so we got her a cake that had a VW Bug with flowers and peace signs all over it.  She loved it.
Saturday was a super busy day!  We started out the morning at Munchkin's school Fun Fair.  Both kids had fun playing games, bouncing in the bounce house and sliding on the super slide.  They also loved the balloon animals.  After that, we attended the birthday party of our friends' 4 year old daughter.  She sure was cute all dressed up as a cowgirl for her cowboy party!  Very adorable.  I did well and drank just water.  No cake and just two bites of Munchkin's leftover ice cream.  Then it was time to head home to get ready for Munchkin's sleepover.  10 girls came, only 9 spent the night but those crazy girls were up til 4 in the morning!!!  Which means, I was up til 4 in the morning!  I finally got them quieted down when I threatened to call parents to pick them up in the middle of the night....should have pulled that card out of my packet much sooner!  LOL
Sunday was pretty quiet.  Hubster took Munchkin and Monster fishing with him and I took a nap and did some laundry.  Busy but fun weekend!
The Move
We have official move dates!  Only 3 1/2 weeks left in Kansas and I'm getting a little sad.  I'm sad to be leaving my friends behind.  I'm sad I won't get to see little Rory every day and his cute little gummy baby smiles.
I'm stressed, too.  Me, two kids, our new dog and a cat who doesn't even travel to the vet well.  Ought to prove to be a challenge to say the least!  I cleaned out the medicine cabinet today.  It no longer looks like a small pharmacy!  I still have to go through the bookshelves and all the miscellaneous places we cram stuff just to get it out of the way.  Blah!  The garage is probably my biggest stressor because it's Hubster's area and there is just crap everywhere.  It is not organized by any means and I have no clue what he has or doesn't have so I have no way to know if something is missing on the other end or not to file a claim.  He doesn't get this, but whatever, it's his crap.  If he don't care, I don't care.
Our lease should be arriving this week, so we'll officially have a house in Florida to call home for a year or so. 
The Band
I keep juggling the same two pounds around.  Down two one day, up two the next.  Stay the same, then down two...repeat cycle.  Frustrating, but at least I'm not gaining.
Also frustrating is the fact that one day something goes down just fine...the next, the same exact thing can get stuck.  It's making it difficult to weed out the no-go's vs. okay stuff.
Another question I have for those more experienced bandsters, how do you get your fiber?  We're supposed to avoid things like broccoli, asparagus, corn, etc.  that would be good sources of fiber because they can get stuck.  So how do you get your fiber?  I was thinking I could make a bowl of Fiber One a part of my daily routine, but still not sure if cereal breaks the rules due to the milk.  Do you use Benefiber or something?  I hate to add another supplement, as I'd rather get my nutrients through diet but if I have to, I will.
Yesterday was my 1 month "bandiversary".  I still haven't had a fill.  It's not scheduled until the 19th and that feels like it's forever away!  It's only a little over a week before the move, so I definitely need to find a doctor in the Eglin AFB area that can take over fills.  Any suggestions?
Here's pics, not much of a difference if any.  *shrugs*


With Hubster leaving to start Phase I and knowing it'll be at least June before I see him again, I want to lose at least another 10 pounds before June 1st.
I signed up for Zumba class that starts tomorrow!  I'm excited and nervous at the same time.  I saw an infomercial on it yesterday and my thought was "there is no way my hips can move like that"  LOL  However, I'm going to do it and be faithful!  It's one hour a week.  I can do that!  It helps that Kellie is doing it with me! :)
I also have a goal to walk 1/2-1 mile every night until I leave.
Once I get to Florida, my goal is to find a gym with childcare onsite so I can really bust a move and get these arms in shape!!!