<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:28:14.903-05:00</updated><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Reality TV'/><category term='Nutrition'/><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='What I Eat'/><category term='Magazines'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='WLS'/><category term='Sizes'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Diets'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Weight It Is</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping it Off</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>548</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7888605823194418389</id><published>2012-02-05T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:13:16.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 65 pounds of fat.</title><content type='html'>And 120something lbs of lean body mass. &amp;nbsp;I (of course) weigh more on his scale (although being honest on my own I'm like 188) but that's okay. &amp;nbsp;I am encouraged by our slow start. &amp;nbsp;I am sore today but not overly so. &amp;nbsp;Progress is going to be incremental but that's also okay. &amp;nbsp;It took me 5 years before... this 35 pounds is nothing in the great&amp;nbsp;scheme&amp;nbsp;of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this guy and his facility. &amp;nbsp;It's been a long time since I looked at my body in the mirror like that. &amp;nbsp;Legs are all cellulite and my arms have wings. &amp;nbsp;My knee cap doesn't move. &amp;nbsp;At all. &amp;nbsp;I find my knee to be the hardest thing to look at in the mirror. &amp;nbsp;It looks even less like it should than it ever has. &amp;nbsp;The fat, I can fix that, and even the skin. &amp;nbsp;But the disfigured leg. &amp;nbsp;Here for good, only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have made peace with my weight over the years but I have not made peace with my knee or the pain that&amp;nbsp;emanates&amp;nbsp;from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, currently, I am not at peace with my weight. &amp;nbsp;I'm creeping upwards and feel like if I don't squish it now.... &amp;nbsp;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;I feel those old bad thoughts about my self seeping in, the self loathing, the negativity. &amp;nbsp;It's such a cycle. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't help that I'm still having some personal problems.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My self worth is about as low as it gets. &amp;nbsp;But I've got this little one... and she's relying on me totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlqLqe9z_3o/Ty83MZP5FDI/AAAAAAAABN8/uuBUIppdiiE/s1600/4months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlqLqe9z_3o/Ty83MZP5FDI/AAAAAAAABN8/uuBUIppdiiE/s320/4months.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up every day, one foot in front of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7888605823194418389?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7888605823194418389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7888605823194418389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7888605823194418389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7888605823194418389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-65-pounds-of-fat.html' title='I am 65 pounds of fat.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlqLqe9z_3o/Ty83MZP5FDI/AAAAAAAABN8/uuBUIppdiiE/s72-c/4months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2848835080755841185</id><published>2012-02-04T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:56:05.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hired a personal trainer</title><content type='html'>I'm scared shitless. &amp;nbsp; I have never paid anyone or organization to help me lose weight before. &amp;nbsp;But I am so far gone physically... That this seems like the best option. &amp;nbsp;We'll see after the first session. &amp;nbsp;I bought 20!!!! &amp;nbsp;and so have three months in which to use them. &amp;nbsp;I'll report back when I get home. &amp;nbsp;Just tossing my fear onto the internets in hopes that it makes it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be measuring my body fat with skin&amp;nbsp;calipers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2848835080755841185?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2848835080755841185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2848835080755841185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2848835080755841185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2848835080755841185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hired-personal-trainer.html' title='I hired a personal trainer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5786483535027613429</id><published>2012-01-23T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:06:55.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I meant to say...</title><content type='html'>Is that I have forgotten how hard it is to lose weight. &amp;nbsp;Not that I have forgotten how. &amp;nbsp;Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same tools and know how still apply. Track your lesser eats and move more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5786483535027613429?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5786483535027613429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5786483535027613429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5786483535027613429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5786483535027613429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-meant-to-say.html' title='What I meant to say...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8862566863379053911</id><published>2012-01-23T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:53:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again...</title><content type='html'>I stepped on the scale this morning and I am right back at 185. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;Effort, I need to be making more of it. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking a lot about losing and&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;lately. I prefer the latter. &amp;nbsp;Took a long time to get there and once I arrived... felt like I was here for good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to maintain 185. &amp;nbsp;I've done a few things to make myself comfortable here and I wonder if that's keeping me from losing. &amp;nbsp;Unlikely. &amp;nbsp;I'd rather be comfortable in my clothes and look good when I walk out the door than be stuffed like a sausage or draped in maternity clothes. &amp;nbsp;I've bought several skirts in size 14 from the thrift store and eBay. &amp;nbsp;Keeping me me is important. &amp;nbsp;Especially post baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am too far removed from the losing? &amp;nbsp;Maybe I just have to pretend that never happened? &amp;nbsp;But it did, and that journey has implications for my future. &amp;nbsp;I know it's not exactly&amp;nbsp;duplicatable, but there must be something I learned that I can apply to my current situation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I have forgotten how to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8862566863379053911?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8862566863379053911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8862566863379053911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8862566863379053911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8862566863379053911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello again...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8155667715015999126</id><published>2012-01-22T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:03:47.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could she be any cuter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTVkwx0U_98/TxwzNXGIGWI/AAAAAAAABNw/s2g7cTeMo5w/s1600/402954_10150607564376554_524021553_11128113_1514361075_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTVkwx0U_98/TxwzNXGIGWI/AAAAAAAABNw/s2g7cTeMo5w/s320/402954_10150607564376554_524021553_11128113_1514361075_n.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She makes me want to be a better me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8155667715015999126?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8155667715015999126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8155667715015999126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8155667715015999126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8155667715015999126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/could-she-be-any-cuter.html' title='Could she be any cuter?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTVkwx0U_98/TxwzNXGIGWI/AAAAAAAABNw/s2g7cTeMo5w/s72-c/402954_10150607564376554_524021553_11128113_1514361075_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1703381909329628099</id><published>2012-01-18T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:18:10.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Weight</title><content type='html'>I have confidence in me. &amp;nbsp;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;It was also nice to have my PCP tell me today that it's okay... It takes a while for it to come off. &amp;nbsp;I was thankful for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down two pounds since the beginning of the year. I'll take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1703381909329628099?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1703381909329628099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1703381909329628099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1703381909329628099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1703381909329628099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-weight.html' title='Baby Weight'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5062728728606574988</id><published>2012-01-17T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:19:25.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Food + Big Pharma = $$$ for Paula Deen</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://yourlife.usatoday.com/fitness-food/diet-nutrition/story/2012-01-16/Paula-Deen-spreads-word-about-diabetes-in-down-home-manner/52602710/1"&gt;Paula Deen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;officially has diabetes mellitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back when I had a job I worked in BD for a small pharma company and so I am naturally interested in today's&amp;nbsp;announcement. &amp;nbsp;I would LOVE to see the terms of her contract with Novo Nordisk. &amp;nbsp;I am quite sure Paula is about to not only be on your TV's and in your grocery store, but also in your doctor's office. &amp;nbsp;I have to say I am profoundly uncomfortable with the timing of her announcement when she has the nerve to say that talking money is garish. &amp;nbsp;She's going to make bucks off her disease and I am sure that Novo Nordisk will get a bump in sales with her endorsement. &amp;nbsp;Eat like Paula be medicated like Paula. &amp;nbsp;But &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/DiabetesNews/story?id=6283414&amp;amp;page=1#.TxYeTmPC5e4"&gt;most people do not have her means&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~tjs/coi/Costofillness.PDF"&gt;Diabetes&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;expensive&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the internets&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/nationnow/2012/01/paula-deen-diabetes-admission-opportunity.html"&gt;reaction to today's announcement with interest&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I think that Paula is making&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;most of her condition. &amp;nbsp;She will in fact have her cake and eat it too. &amp;nbsp;She has her son making money off this announcement as well. &amp;nbsp;His new show is just getting off the ground but the timing... well, draw your own conclusions. &amp;nbsp;He'll have a whole new&amp;nbsp;audience&amp;nbsp;with her&amp;nbsp;revelation. &amp;nbsp;There are so many conflicting messages about obesity and diabetes and the like... &amp;nbsp;I think the expert in the linked article&amp;nbsp;underestimates the public's need for a quick fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, eat like Paula, be medicated like Paula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5062728728606574988?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5062728728606574988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5062728728606574988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5062728728606574988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5062728728606574988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-food-big-pharma-for-paula-deen.html' title='Big Food + Big Pharma = $$$ for Paula Deen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7003244181886660684</id><published>2012-01-13T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:58:12.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do battle...</title><content type='html'>To me losing weight was the battle. &amp;nbsp;Not the&amp;nbsp;maintenance. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty comfy (yet not) at 185lbs. &amp;nbsp;I started off the year on the right foot, but don't seem to have the tracking and counting in me. &amp;nbsp;Nor do I currently have the discipline to limit myself to the 1200-1500 calories a day it is going to take me to lose this 20 lbs of baby weight and 10 lbs of pain. &amp;nbsp;Will I ever see 165 again? &amp;nbsp;155? &amp;nbsp;Yes, but I have no idea how long it will take me to get there. &amp;nbsp;I'm not in a huge hurry. &amp;nbsp;I like NOT obsessing about food... alas, obsession, is what required to lose. &amp;nbsp;I have too many other things to think about it feels like. &amp;nbsp;Losing weight and the subsequent years of&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;freed up a lot of headspace. &amp;nbsp;I'm not so willing to give it back (albeit even&amp;nbsp;temporarily) to food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been at this for TWELVE YEARS now. &amp;nbsp;January of 2000 was when I first started coming down from 345. &amp;nbsp;Seven years I have been&amp;nbsp;maintaing&amp;nbsp;(except for this baby weight.) &amp;nbsp;And yet&amp;nbsp;I almost feel like I am back at square one. &amp;nbsp;The past, is in the past. &amp;nbsp;This is a new me, a new journey. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do it again, I know I can. &amp;nbsp;20 pounds is NOTHING compared to 185 pounds. &amp;nbsp;But like I just said, apples and oranges it seems to me. &amp;nbsp;There is no comparison.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to head off to war.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7003244181886660684?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7003244181886660684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7003244181886660684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7003244181886660684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7003244181886660684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-do-battle.html' title='I don&apos;t do battle...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6225780068223320288</id><published>2012-01-12T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:55:37.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So THAT happened.</title><content type='html'>The holidays were a blur. Followed by the move and then a trip to Florida. Sprinkle in some personal problems and a lingering asthma attack amongst the little sleep and you have my last three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. Physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Hello 2012. Nice to see you. This year I resolve to better manage my pain. That means exercise. It's nice to be able to settle in and start to explore the new house and neighborhood. I am VERY excited about the walking&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;out my back door and across the&amp;nbsp;street. &amp;nbsp;The baby and I went on our first walk last night, a quick 30 minute loop around a meadow. &amp;nbsp;Looking at the &lt;a href="http://jkrfund.org/public-open-space/maps"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt; I think I might be able to get all the way to the grocery store by going through the woods. &amp;nbsp;That would be pretty neat. &amp;nbsp;I do my best treating myself well when I have easy&amp;nbsp;access&amp;nbsp;to exercise and the grocery store. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad the push is over, ready for routine and I'm looking forward to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM3ZVMUtBOA/Tw7yPsZaF3I/AAAAAAAABNk/oyz8Dy_B9j8/s1600/photo+%252840%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM3ZVMUtBOA/Tw7yPsZaF3I/AAAAAAAABNk/oyz8Dy_B9j8/s320/photo+%252840%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6225780068223320288?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6225780068223320288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6225780068223320288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6225780068223320288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6225780068223320288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-that-happened.html' title='So THAT happened.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM3ZVMUtBOA/Tw7yPsZaF3I/AAAAAAAABNk/oyz8Dy_B9j8/s72-c/photo+%252840%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-472135593053160059</id><published>2011-12-28T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:23:11.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By this time tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I'll hopefully be getting ready for bed in a new house. &amp;nbsp;This is one of my least organized moves ever.... but with a three month old how could it be anything but? &amp;nbsp;We also all have colds and my arm has just stopped hurting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tODClbCT9ao/TvvO0ULzpHI/AAAAAAAABNc/jK-Ai_QWH3w/s1600/383224_10150560488656554_524021553_10921848_2136910166_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tODClbCT9ao/TvvO0ULzpHI/AAAAAAAABNc/jK-Ai_QWH3w/s320/383224_10150560488656554_524021553_10921848_2136910166_n.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need to do work!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've eaten nothing but cookies since Christmas, well, a few pieces of fruit and some take out too, but mostly cookies. &amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;miraculously&amp;nbsp;still 185.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need routine. &amp;nbsp;It's a sprint to next week when take a short trip to Florida but after that... looking forward to hunkering down for a bit this winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-472135593053160059?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/472135593053160059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=472135593053160059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/472135593053160059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/472135593053160059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/by-this-time-tomorrow.html' title='By this time tomorrow...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tODClbCT9ao/TvvO0ULzpHI/AAAAAAAABNc/jK-Ai_QWH3w/s72-c/383224_10150560488656554_524021553_10921848_2136910166_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6607304692623102878</id><published>2011-12-21T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:36:03.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience tells me...</title><content type='html'>I've got a problem. &amp;nbsp;I burnt my arm, right on the&amp;nbsp;biceps&amp;nbsp;and the flab the other day. &amp;nbsp;It's about two inches long and a half an inch across, the oven was set to 450. &amp;nbsp;The skin blistered and fell off in the center of the burn leaving that ugly yellowness behind. &amp;nbsp;The last two days has seen an increase in redness around the burn site. I'm applying anti-biotic ointment but I'm not sure it's helping. &amp;nbsp;I just dug out the non-washable pen and traced the area, we'll see what it looks like in another 8 hours. &amp;nbsp;I need this like I need a hole in the head right now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6607304692623102878?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6607304692623102878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6607304692623102878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6607304692623102878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6607304692623102878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/experience-tells-me.html' title='Experience tells me...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5505757812317107868</id><published>2011-12-21T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:19:17.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>We move in a week and I haven't packed a single thing. &amp;nbsp;It's all I can do to get the (holiday) errands run and keep the place picked up. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully the wee one is so cute... that keeps me from totally falling apart! &amp;nbsp;She sleeps well... falls asleep faster and sleeps more soundly than I do. &amp;nbsp;However her biggest block is from 5ish to 9ish and then again till 2ish. &amp;nbsp;That second block and the one after requires some resettling, so it's not like I can sleep all that time. &amp;nbsp;There is light at the end of the tunnel. &amp;nbsp;I know this, but right now it seems far far away. &amp;nbsp;It's hard not to resent those who tell me they are tired when they CHOOSE to stay up late. &amp;nbsp;Lack of sleep is affecting my general attitude and my ability to find some holiday spirit. Honestly feeling rather Bah Humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2paX2VdawA/TvIQLlb2fBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/pRr2bGax1Mk/s1600/378958_10150548447606554_524021553_10864840_344054273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2paX2VdawA/TvIQLlb2fBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/pRr2bGax1Mk/s400/378958_10150548447606554_524021553_10864840_344054273_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like to look at this picture and think she is saying, "It's okay Mom, you are doing the best you can." &amp;nbsp;I'm trying not to feel like a reject about it, but I feel like I am failing at "Baby's 1st Christmas". &amp;nbsp;I haven't stuffed her into a stocking for a silly picture, we haven't sat on the Mall Santa's lap, hell, I don't even have a gift for her. Hopefully years from now she won't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5505757812317107868?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5505757812317107868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5505757812317107868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5505757812317107868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5505757812317107868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2paX2VdawA/TvIQLlb2fBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/pRr2bGax1Mk/s72-c/378958_10150548447606554_524021553_10864840_344054273_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-929647244770463185</id><published>2011-12-18T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:54:31.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>The 28th. &amp;nbsp;Another year without a Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-929647244770463185?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/929647244770463185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=929647244770463185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/929647244770463185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/929647244770463185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6253895050846249839</id><published>2011-12-13T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:26:16.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are your stretch marks?</title><content type='html'>I need to be cutting myself some slack. &amp;nbsp;I have never ever been good at this. &amp;nbsp;Why is it that less than three months after the baby I am already feeling like I should be back to my pre-pg weight? &amp;nbsp;I am not a super model, a celebrity or a food obsessed blogger so why am I comparing myself to them? Bad Sarah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I had my six week check-up with the OB he said to give myself four months before I got serious about losing the weight. &amp;nbsp;He also asked me, not joking, where are your stretch marks? &amp;nbsp;I didn't gain a single new mark, all though there were days where I was&amp;nbsp;convinced they were just waiting to happen. &amp;nbsp;I think because of how my plastic surgeon cut and pulled the skin, my "fat stretch marks" were able to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;my baby&amp;nbsp;without the need for new ones. &amp;nbsp;My abdominal scar weathered pregnancy well except that I am pretty sure it was what kept my baby breech. I was stitched down so tight and there is enough scar tissue in there that I don't think she was comfortable head down. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The c-section scared the crap out of me, but in the end, it was fine. &amp;nbsp;Easiest recovery ever-- I think because the pregnant body is on hyper heal and in top form. &amp;nbsp;They went in over my old scar and then through the fascia a bit to the left, basically where I broke open in '09. &amp;nbsp;I came back together really well. &amp;nbsp;Scar is currently a bit red and in some places pigmented. &amp;nbsp;I also have some pigmentation in my knee and thigh lift scars that will probably never go away. If that's the worst of it then I got off easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to give myself to the end of the year before I get serious... &amp;nbsp;I have always been awesome at the J.1. start. &amp;nbsp;Currently I am tracking what I am eating but slacking on the effort to cut back. &amp;nbsp;It's the holidays, I am more or less okay with where I am at for the moment and life has been a bit stressful. &amp;nbsp;Too stressful to diet imho but not too stressful to maintain. &amp;nbsp;I was trying to diet for a week or so, but nursing my baby is still important to me and my limited supply was affected by less calories. &amp;nbsp;I can see that coming to end however. &amp;nbsp;I think a better use of 75$ a month would be for a gym membership and not a breast pump. &amp;nbsp;Being a mom comes with all sorts of trade offs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the extra pudge I am very happy with how I came out the other side of being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6253895050846249839?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6253895050846249839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6253895050846249839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6253895050846249839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6253895050846249839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-are-your-stretch-marks.html' title='Where are your stretch marks?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1029432837709623419</id><published>2011-12-11T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:24:11.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret ingredient</title><content type='html'>Is exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to join a gym again, maybe go mornings? &amp;nbsp;She's a happy baby then, could leave her with husband, once on weekends and then twice a week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of hurting... but still have a couple of years to go to get to five years knee surgery free. 3rd ACL was festering 5 years ago about now. Ew. &amp;nbsp;And then 3 years ago I was dying from the worst.pain.ever. &amp;nbsp;Bone&amp;nbsp;granules from the graft I needed post&amp;nbsp;debridement got stuck and calcified&amp;nbsp;in my soft tissue while working their way up and out of the tibial tunnel. &amp;nbsp;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that was five years ago. &amp;nbsp;Was it really that long ago now I was in the best shape of my life? &amp;nbsp;It was a different knee back then though, empty and raw. &amp;nbsp;Now it's crowded,&amp;nbsp;remodeled&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;inflamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data says to lose weight and exercise to reduce OA pain. &amp;nbsp;It's honestly something I have never given a fair shot. &amp;nbsp;I should do that. &amp;nbsp;I've scheduled a physical, time to get a baseline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1029432837709623419?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5925088845112875475</id><published>2011-12-10T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:41:57.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manageable</title><content type='html'>We are moving. &amp;nbsp;Again. &amp;nbsp;Last two plus years my life has been pretty comfortable, garaged parking and elevators. &amp;nbsp; Place we looked at today would be okay for my knee. &amp;nbsp;I really hope we get it. &amp;nbsp;Really really really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5925088845112875475?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1258616645569003282</id><published>2011-12-10T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:12:45.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Wearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awful burn in my wrists + Less than optimal nursing sitch + Need to get sh*t done =&amp;nbsp;My new favorite thing-- a Mei Tai wrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONsAhePocI8/TuP_LPjFZYI/AAAAAAAABMU/Zez-r-MeZSw/s1600/383728_10150520833406554_524021553_10771334_626962008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONsAhePocI8/TuP_LPjFZYI/AAAAAAAABMU/Zez-r-MeZSw/s320/383728_10150520833406554_524021553_10771334_626962008_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My uncle sewed this one for me and I love it. &amp;nbsp;The colors do scream little boy though... so I am hoping to have him sew me another one. &amp;nbsp;I need to pick out&amp;nbsp;fabric first and have yet to cross that errand of my list. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by how much she looks around now. &amp;nbsp;So wide eyed just taking everything in. &amp;nbsp;Occasionally she will sleep, but mostly she just looks. &amp;nbsp;I like it because I feel compelled to keep moving, sitting down with it on while she is awake leads to fussiness. &amp;nbsp;If she does fall asleep then I'll sit, but not until I feel I have taken advantage of the&amp;nbsp;opportunity of sleeping baby and hands free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like her to get used to being worn. &amp;nbsp;It's better on my hands and back and it's nice to be so close to her. &amp;nbsp;Kissable and&amp;nbsp;visible&amp;nbsp;is how you are supposed to wear your baby. &amp;nbsp;Ideally I can get to a point where I could wear her in public. &amp;nbsp;That seems a bit scary &amp;nbsp;(I have no idea why) but we will get there. &amp;nbsp;Currently we have about 30-45 mins max before she is done. &amp;nbsp;I'm attempting to wear her at least twice a day to build up her stamina. &amp;nbsp;She's still a wee bit wobbly in the head- this is also helping with that but she's doing pretty good in there without a whole lot of support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Wearing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONsAhePocI8/TuP_LPjFZYI/AAAAAAAABMU/Zez-r-MeZSw/s72-c/383728_10150520833406554_524021553_10771334_626962008_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-225369603031662250</id><published>2011-12-08T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:57:00.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or maybe not?</title><content type='html'>The body is so weird... or maybe the baby is just content to comfort nurse. &amp;nbsp;Also fine. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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not?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8121710379610536457</id><published>2011-12-07T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:18:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And that was that.</title><content type='html'>My milk supply was tenuous. &amp;nbsp;Breast feeding was one of the most frustrating&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;of my life. I did not bring the pump over the weekend and it seems that I have dried up. &amp;nbsp;I guess I am not really surprised. &amp;nbsp;I have a few pictures of me with her on my breast. &amp;nbsp;I will treasures those, but this is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8121710379610536457?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8121710379610536457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8121710379610536457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8121710379610536457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8121710379610536457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-that-was-that.html' title='And that was that.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2117739082760546752</id><published>2011-12-06T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:16:17.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWoZA58sHvo/Tt67mO6pDxI/AAAAAAAABME/lmUwAQcQ-nY/s1600/photo+%252836%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWoZA58sHvo/Tt67mO6pDxI/AAAAAAAABME/lmUwAQcQ-nY/s320/photo+%252836%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep waiting for my hair to fall out after pregnancy... but I think if it was going to, it would have by now? &amp;nbsp;I desperately need a haircut. &amp;nbsp;It grew so fast at the end of the summer after my last one. &amp;nbsp;That was a fun day, trip to the salon prior to the firm boat cruise, all the way back in July. Needless to say my split ends are a little out of control almost 5 months later. &amp;nbsp;I only wash every three days or so, but I blow it out when I do. I need to make an appointment but also need a wingman to watch the wee one. I should do it sooner rather than later though before the damage gets worse. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure it will still be long even after that is taken off. &amp;nbsp;I'm continuing to take the prenatal&amp;nbsp;vitamins (without Iron) daily as they do awesome things for my hair and nails! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact, baby is as long as some of the longest hairs on my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2117739082760546752?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2117739082760546752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2117739082760546752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2117739082760546752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2117739082760546752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-hair-cut.html' title='I need a hair cut'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWoZA58sHvo/Tt67mO6pDxI/AAAAAAAABME/lmUwAQcQ-nY/s72-c/photo+%252836%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4118371506822817346</id><published>2011-12-06T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:22:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>I am on a DIET. &amp;nbsp;Yes that 4 letter word. &amp;nbsp;Lifestyle change has already happened in my world. &amp;nbsp;No need to pretend it's anything different than it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fruits and veggies&lt;br /&gt;Banana and blueberries, Pear, roasted beet and sweet&amp;nbsp;potato, carrot and green pepper sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4118371506822817346?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4118371506822817346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4118371506822817346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4118371506822817346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4118371506822817346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6041298708953350162</id><published>2011-12-05T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:04:24.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I eat better</title><content type='html'>I feel better. &amp;nbsp;Even though I know this to be true it still took me until Sunday to get our Boston Organics box for the week. &amp;nbsp;Lame. &amp;nbsp;Knee excuse when it arrived and then we went to VT. &amp;nbsp;M has been too busy for packages. I lost the sprouts and the Spring Mix&amp;nbsp;unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits and veggies for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Apple, banana, kiwi, blueberries, broccoli and beets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6041298708953350162?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6041298708953350162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6041298708953350162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6041298708953350162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6041298708953350162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-eat-better.html' title='If I eat better'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8359341203780020700</id><published>2011-12-05T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:38:56.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Osteoarthritis and chronic low level inflammation</title><content type='html'>This is interesting to me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://med.stanford.edu/ism/2011/november/osteoarthritis.html"&gt;Research&amp;nbsp;out of Stanford&lt;/a&gt; suggests that OA is not&amp;nbsp;solely&amp;nbsp;caused by wear and tear on the joints but instead is linked to inflammation. &amp;nbsp;This does not surprise me. There is a great &lt;a href="http://med.stanford.edu/121/2011/robinson.html"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that explains it in more detail if you would like to know more. &amp;nbsp;It honestly makes me want to&amp;nbsp;see a&amp;nbsp;rheumatologist&amp;nbsp;considering how many places I have OA agony. It is&amp;nbsp;back with a&amp;nbsp;vengeance&amp;nbsp;after being pregnant. Your immune system is&amp;nbsp;suppressed&amp;nbsp;while pg and I found that for myself&amp;nbsp;conditions&amp;nbsp;involving&amp;nbsp;inflammation&amp;nbsp;were much better while carrying Ella. My asthma? Non-existent, I&amp;nbsp;even stopped using my control meds, but now, I'm carrying my rescue inhaler again just in case. &amp;nbsp;My OA in my knee? &amp;nbsp;Barely felt it, sure there was mechanical dysfunction, but otherwise, it was a welcome break. &amp;nbsp;I noticed it creeping back in about 6 weeks post and every morning when I get up now I am confronted by stiff hands, knee and back. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tiny little creature is kicking my ass. I had a hard time getting out of a chair over the weekend. &amp;nbsp;That was a reality check. &amp;nbsp;I have a hard time getting down to and then up off of the floor. &amp;nbsp;Last Friday my knee cracked so loud upon rising that two of the women in the room for my mommy and me class commented on it! &amp;nbsp;Yeah- it's that loud. &amp;nbsp;That was also a reality check. &amp;nbsp;But what to do about it? &amp;nbsp;The knee is so compromised I fear I'll never be fixable. My old Ortho told my sister just that when she was in for a check of her own pain a couple weeks back. No doubt all the trauma my knee has endured, klutz, surgical and&amp;nbsp;pathological&amp;nbsp;plays a&amp;nbsp;role, but this&amp;nbsp;inflammation&amp;nbsp;cascade is well on it's way. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea what this means for some one my age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking further on this research I wonder if the assumption that it is the excess weight on the joints causing wear and tear causing OA will hold or if the chronic low level&amp;nbsp;inflammation&amp;nbsp;condition that comes with obesity will be shown to play a role as well. &amp;nbsp;I think maybe yes, as I can't understand why else the OA in my hands could be as bad as it is - no wear and tear there. &amp;nbsp;I'm tempted to dig out my biochem notes to read up a little on the science of this all. It helps me to understand why and how I am falling apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8359341203780020700?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8359341203780020700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8359341203780020700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8359341203780020700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8359341203780020700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/osteoarthritis-and-chronic-low-level.html' title='Osteoarthritis and chronic low level inflammation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3239819994791349845</id><published>2011-12-04T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:39:02.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My body is totally out of whack.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need PT for being post-partum. My list of aches and pains is long but it is my wrists that hurt the most right now. &amp;nbsp;Numbness and tingling and burning oh my!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-3239819994791349845?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3239819994791349845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=3239819994791349845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3239819994791349845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3239819994791349845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-body-is-totally-out-of-whack.html' title='My body is totally out of whack.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7467199402404161241</id><published>2011-12-04T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:16:24.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't bake</title><content type='html'>My Aunt whipped up a blueberry buttermilk&amp;nbsp;coffee&amp;nbsp;cake this morning for breakfast&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;scratch! &amp;nbsp;Who does that? &amp;nbsp;Certainly not me. &amp;nbsp;Makes the every once in a while treats that much more special and yummy. &amp;nbsp;She also made a red velvet cake for last night's desert with some sort of boiled frosting. &amp;nbsp;Her binder of&amp;nbsp;recipes&amp;nbsp;is epic. &amp;nbsp;3 inches, plastic sleeves. &amp;nbsp;She's making 16 types of cookies / candies for her box this year. I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't a great food weekend, but the treats were home made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my baby is a trooper- over 4 hours each day in the car, a tree hunt, 11 relatives and then a trip to see Daddy and friends at the office when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to nap while she naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7467199402404161241?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7467199402404161241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7467199402404161241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7467199402404161241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7467199402404161241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-bake.html' title='I don&apos;t bake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8817275628608075310</id><published>2011-12-02T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:44:47.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jifDO0uNR6w/TtlQZlNn4TI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIr2tv6XsNs/s1600/386134_10150506470046554_524021553_10724751_1021466103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jifDO0uNR6w/TtlQZlNn4TI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIr2tv6XsNs/s320/386134_10150506470046554_524021553_10724751_1021466103_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's what? only 5:20pm? &amp;nbsp;Already been a food fail... Day started with 2 month appt. and then a mommy and me class. &amp;nbsp;The shots were fine... delayed reaction until 4 hours later at the tail end of class. &amp;nbsp;Screams like I personally have never heard. &amp;nbsp;I imagine the heel stick was&amp;nbsp;similar. Poor thing- I know how I feel about shots. &amp;nbsp;Some baby tylenol, nursing session (probably one of, if not, the last one). and a conversation with Mr. Cow and all is right with the world again. She really is a good baby- cuddly and cute thankfully. &amp;nbsp;Some are notso cuddly. &amp;nbsp;My heart breaks for those moms. &amp;nbsp;There is one in my class and you can tell it is wearing on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to me. I ate because she was hurting and unhappy when we got home. Seemingly the only way to calm myself down after that was to eat? &amp;nbsp;wtf Sarah? I feel like I have been making excuses for days... weeks even. &amp;nbsp;She is only two months old, but I need to be way nicer to myself if I am going to last for her. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's a good thing I couldn't do much damage. &amp;nbsp;Husband has been working late all week so there are&amp;nbsp;precious&amp;nbsp;few snacks in the house and not much in the freezer. &amp;nbsp;Still 2 pop tart type things, 3 rolls with butter and handful of mini summer sausages later I was totally regretting my choices. &amp;nbsp;Regretting food choices is not my style, feeling out of&amp;nbsp;control&amp;nbsp;re:food is not a comfortable place for me. &amp;nbsp;I need to work on my coping mechanisms if I am going to be a good Mom. &amp;nbsp;Also need to work on not beating myself up when I do cope with food. &amp;nbsp;This is all new and as I know lifestyle change is slow and gradual. &amp;nbsp;Nothing slow and gradual about bringing home a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again tomorrow I will try and eat with purpose. &amp;nbsp;Which could be hard given we are road tripping to Northern VT for a Christmas tree. &amp;nbsp;I'll give it my best shot as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8817275628608075310?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8817275628608075310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8817275628608075310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8817275628608075310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8817275628608075310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-was-another-fail-with-food.html' title='Mr. Cow'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jifDO0uNR6w/TtlQZlNn4TI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIr2tv6XsNs/s72-c/386134_10150506470046554_524021553_10724751_1021466103_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8616738134543684377</id><published>2011-12-01T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:07:51.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need to start blogging again.</title><content type='html'>Today is her two month birthday. &amp;nbsp;She has and will continue to change my life. &amp;nbsp;This is my daughter Gabriella born at 12:01 am on October 1st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyJqqMrtt4E/TtgU0W2MbCI/AAAAAAAABL0/TTzNNvky9Dk/s1600/IMG_9928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyJqqMrtt4E/TtgU0W2MbCI/AAAAAAAABL0/TTzNNvky9Dk/s320/IMG_9928.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back in touch with myself. &amp;nbsp;I hate being fat - can't believe I am saying that but it's all relative. I was 209 at my highest weight when pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I only know it was that high because I had my sister peek at the scale for me. &amp;nbsp;The weight gain was hard. &amp;nbsp;I was 166 the day I found out which was January 27th- see the post below. &amp;nbsp;I was 186 this morning. &amp;nbsp;I had high hopes for my day and I ate like crap. &amp;nbsp;Accountability? &amp;nbsp;To the internets? &amp;nbsp;Do I need it? &amp;nbsp;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do this- I can climb this 20+ pound mountain. &amp;nbsp;It's not 185 pounds. &amp;nbsp;I'd like to get back to under 160 so 26 pounds. &amp;nbsp;That's only 14% of what I had lost in the past. &amp;nbsp;I have a completely different life now and different&amp;nbsp;responsibilities. &amp;nbsp;But I know I can. &amp;nbsp;I must. &amp;nbsp;Life post pregnancy is kicking my ass. &amp;nbsp;All my joints hurt, my wrists especially. &amp;nbsp;The knee? &amp;nbsp;A MESS. &amp;nbsp;Hurts in all the ways it possibly can. &amp;nbsp;But the big difference from where I was a year ago? &amp;nbsp;When I was sporting my cane and a HP Placcard? &amp;nbsp;Her. &amp;nbsp;And thyroid meds. &amp;nbsp;More on that to come. &amp;nbsp;I need to keep getting up and going. &amp;nbsp;One foot in front of another. &amp;nbsp;As they said in the hospital- do that hard now for the easy later. &amp;nbsp;Welcome back to hard Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8616738134543684377?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8616738134543684377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8616738134543684377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8616738134543684377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8616738134543684377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-i-need-to-start-blogging-again.html' title='I think I need to start blogging again.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyJqqMrtt4E/TtgU0W2MbCI/AAAAAAAABL0/TTzNNvky9Dk/s72-c/IMG_9928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2699636201381064927</id><published>2011-01-27T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:51:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>I'll be closing down this blog. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2699636201381064927?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2699636201381064927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2699636201381064927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2699636201381064927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2699636201381064927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-236674742499118498</id><published>2011-01-22T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:58:21.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallels</title><content type='html'>School starts back up on Monday and while I had grand ambitions of blogging a bunch over the holiday I just never got to it. &amp;nbsp;Shortly after classes ended (day after actually) I flew to SF to spend the weekend with my husband who was out there for business. &amp;nbsp;I met new people and reconnected with old friends and packed a lot into those five days. &amp;nbsp;Then it was the holidays and we took off for vacation to Southern California. It was lovely. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;Sunny and warm and no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... &amp;nbsp;I don't know what this lump is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;It's nothing serious... but it left me freaked out when it showed up overnight about midway through our trip. &amp;nbsp;The lump is over a bony prominence that has been on the bridge of my foot for years. &amp;nbsp;An old weight related injury that&amp;nbsp;remodeled&amp;nbsp;itself along the way. &amp;nbsp;It had been easy to ignore, never painful, but could make some shoes uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtATTKwkhI/AAAAAAAABII/6P7bzHsrzxk/s1600/IMG_3991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtATTKwkhI/AAAAAAAABII/6P7bzHsrzxk/s320/IMG_3991.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtATTKwkhI/AAAAAAAABII/6P7bzHsrzxk/s1600/IMG_3991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;I saw a&amp;nbsp;Podiatrist&amp;nbsp;when I got back and that was a surprisingly positive&amp;nbsp;experience. &amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;female&amp;nbsp;doctor who deals with mechanical parts is a rarity in my life. &amp;nbsp;It was nice to have a conversation with some one who had&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;things as me. &amp;nbsp;To hear her say she had also had her ACL replaced years ago and for her to understand the anguish I feel over those&amp;nbsp;decisions&amp;nbsp;was so helpful... &amp;nbsp;I carry around so much guilt over what I have done to my body. &amp;nbsp;She reminded me that none of what has happened is my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtASTkAAII/AAAAAAAABIE/1DI0jb83Og4/s1600/IMG_3990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtASTkAAII/AAAAAAAABIE/1DI0jb83Og4/s320/IMG_3990.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtAWCPsKWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/dVLfKrzoHdQ/s1600/IMG_3994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtAWCPsKWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/dVLfKrzoHdQ/s320/IMG_3994.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we have determined it's probably not a ganglion. &amp;nbsp;It would be harder and more "leverageable". She attempted to aspirate the lump thinking it could be an inflamed bursa sac but was unable to get out any thick viscous fluid. &amp;nbsp;Only a tiny bit of thin watery fluid that she had cultured just in case. &amp;nbsp;The lump is still there and while not getting larger it is quite a pain in my ass. &amp;nbsp;Any sort of pressure on it and my toes tingle. &amp;nbsp;There is also some ache that goes along with it but the knee drowns that out. &amp;nbsp;She thinks it is probably a tendon sheath, but to be sure would have to go in and look at it. &amp;nbsp;I declined, I am still interested in being surgery free for 5 years. She thought that was wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking to some one who was willing to share&amp;nbsp;information. When I first got back from vacation I saw the urgent care clinic. &amp;nbsp;It surprised the Podiatrist (although not me) that the urgent care Doc had not shown me the&amp;nbsp;X-rays. &amp;nbsp;She was so&amp;nbsp;thorough&amp;nbsp;in her questioning of me and my history. &amp;nbsp;I did not&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;why she asked twice about where I had&amp;nbsp;arthritic&amp;nbsp;joints. &amp;nbsp;Knee of course, back (based on the pain) a few knuckles and that was it... I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is degenerative&amp;nbsp;arthritis in my ankle too. &amp;nbsp;In several places. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't hurt yet but knowing that and actually seeing it there. &amp;nbsp;Hard on my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are the&amp;nbsp;parallels? &amp;nbsp;I can't recall if I have said on this blog before... but I feel like the body I inhabit now is just as difficult to live in as my 345 pound version. &amp;nbsp;The main difference is now I am in pain, back then I was just supremely uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;I know I would be so much worse off if I hadn't lost the weight... but that's hard to hold on to when you aren't even interested in getting out of bed in the morning&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;you hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been struggle but like every other day, it is one foot in front of the other. &amp;nbsp;Cute clothes &amp;amp; accessories, hairs did and make up are a must every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to make my inside match my outside. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on a plan... I don't expect&amp;nbsp;miracles but I need to get myself back. &amp;nbsp;I need to put out there a version of myself that other people can have faith in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-236674742499118498?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/236674742499118498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=236674742499118498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/236674742499118498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/236674742499118498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/parallels.html' title='Parallels'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TTtATTKwkhI/AAAAAAAABII/6P7bzHsrzxk/s72-c/IMG_3991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5462494190863359680</id><published>2011-01-08T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:59:54.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell</title><content type='html'>Snow makes this a rare treat... I can see where I slipped, landed and then where I put my foot back down and got back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSkyf3v6vaI/AAAAAAAABHg/5jpJajrQUeU/s1600/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSkyf3v6vaI/AAAAAAAABHg/5jpJajrQUeU/s320/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSkyf3v6vaI/AAAAAAAABHg/5jpJajrQUeU/s1600/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One foot in front of the other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5462494190863359680?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5462494190863359680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5462494190863359680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5462494190863359680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5462494190863359680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-fell.html' title='I fell'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSkyf3v6vaI/AAAAAAAABHg/5jpJajrQUeU/s72-c/photo+%252810%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-528964733263599559</id><published>2011-01-07T02:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:42:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa9ffDG6VI/AAAAAAAABHY/jPjiovc0o88/s1600/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa9ffDG6VI/AAAAAAAABHY/jPjiovc0o88/s320/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I know... Seems like we take a lot of them. However in the past year or so they have really been the only quality time I have spent with my husband. &amp;nbsp;On average he billed more hours in a week last year than most people work. &amp;nbsp;When you think about all the non-billable stuff people have to do in a day... yeah. But the job suits him, his&amp;nbsp;intelligence&amp;nbsp;and his personality, I just wish that it didn't have to run him ragged. &amp;nbsp;It's also hard on a relationship... &amp;nbsp;At least for me. &amp;nbsp;I often feel more lonely now as a married woman than I did when I was single. School helps and I am looking&amp;nbsp;forward&amp;nbsp;to throwing myself back into it soon. &amp;nbsp;He used the word nasty to describe the schedule coming down the pipeline. &amp;nbsp;One trial for sure, but most likely a second in May. &amp;nbsp;I remember when he first joined the firm, trials are rare he said.. most settle. &amp;nbsp;I've yet to see that. &amp;nbsp;It makes vacation that much more special and that much more bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here we are wrapping up our third trip of the year...&amp;nbsp;Savannah&amp;nbsp;in May, Montana in July and then this trip to Southern California. &amp;nbsp;I do enjoy watching him relax and unwind. &amp;nbsp;We spent the first part of vacation exploring San Diego but since then have been just outside of Palm Springs staying at this place called Two Bunch Palms. &amp;nbsp;They have a mineral hot spring and in their "grotto" have two pools, one at 104 and the other at 95. &amp;nbsp;We've spent numerous hours soaking and reading and relaxing. &amp;nbsp;It's been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7t9iVF3I/AAAAAAAABHQ/UHVFTqdCbMM/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7t9iVF3I/AAAAAAAABHQ/UHVFTqdCbMM/s320/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except for the food. &amp;nbsp;I've eaten fast food every day and I feel it. &amp;nbsp;Everything from Panda Express to Sakru Japan to Wienerschnitzle to Del Taco to Five Guys. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I love that in California almost everything has calories posted. &amp;nbsp;We've patronized some local&amp;nbsp;establishments&amp;nbsp;(A Mexican place in Hermosa Beach the day we got here comes to mind) but M is still watching sodium, better to know. &amp;nbsp;We had Applesbee's tonight and while I am not a WW gal, the steak and potato Points Plus salad was exactly what I needed. &amp;nbsp;I've been surviving by ordering the small, forgoing my own thing of fries or whatever and&amp;nbsp;ordering&amp;nbsp;veggies&amp;nbsp;where ever possible (like Panda Express). &amp;nbsp;I've been having Starbucks oatmeal for breakfast with a banana. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;I'm doing okay, but you can see the sodium bloat in the picture below. &amp;nbsp;You can also see my "dog ear." Part of plastic surgery. &amp;nbsp;Wish Dr. B hadn't bailed on BWH before he tucked that in for me, but what can you do. &amp;nbsp;I like the second picture much more, I'll probably never get over my belly button. It's one of my favorite things about me. /blogress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7xnhQVvI/AAAAAAAABHU/YyeUge1hcKk/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7xnhQVvI/AAAAAAAABHU/YyeUge1hcKk/s320/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7jmHrW9I/AAAAAAAABHI/iwf0FeKyEEM/s1600/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa7jmHrW9I/AAAAAAAABHI/iwf0FeKyEEM/s320/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am looking forward to getting back to my life and back to routine. Spring semester has some early morning! &amp;nbsp; I also need to figure out the knee. &amp;nbsp;I had a rock bottom moment this week when I thought my cane was gone... &amp;nbsp;Thank you Social Media, post to come when it arrives safe and sound at home. &amp;nbsp;I've been doing okay, the lidocain patches help, but when they come off, I ache. &amp;nbsp;In a way I have never&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;before. &amp;nbsp;I am starting to suspect that's bone on bone pain. &amp;nbsp;Vacation is about saying yes and I resent the fact that pain has me saying no more often than I like. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully husband can deal with me and my cry baby ways... &amp;nbsp;Still I want to do better. &amp;nbsp;For me, for him and for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-528964733263599559?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/528964733263599559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=528964733263599559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/528964733263599559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/528964733263599559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/vacation-again.html' title='Vacation Again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TSa9ffDG6VI/AAAAAAAABHY/jPjiovc0o88/s72-c/photo+%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1459661371887885593</id><published>2011-01-04T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:06:41.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the office</title><content type='html'>I should blog. &amp;nbsp;I should do a lot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1459661371887885593?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1459661371887885593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1459661371887885593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1459661371887885593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1459661371887885593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/out-of-office.html' title='Out of the office'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6772681793813125326</id><published>2010-12-20T15:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:12:43.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Making Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alltheweigh2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenz&lt;/a&gt; does these fun little posts on Monday... and I am sitting in a Starbucks killing time before I go retrieve husband and we head home. &amp;nbsp;Thinking I should shop but my knee doesn't have it in me today, so I blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Three of your favorite movies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite things to drink: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/dailyweekly/2010/03/update_starbucks_says_the_tren.php"&gt;Trenta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unsweetened Iced Coffee from Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Caffeine&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Free Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs: &lt;br /&gt;In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kissing a Fool - George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Waiting for You- Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who have been a positive influence on your life (outside of your family):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My former boss. &amp;nbsp;I've been out in San Francisco keeping husband company while he had work to do on Friday and Monday. &amp;nbsp;I arrived on Thursday afternoon and spent the afternoon chatting with her. &amp;nbsp;She reminds me that I am capable as a woman. &amp;nbsp;(*Edit* Geeze typos, I really should print ALL blog posts!) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, can't say enough good things about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My friend Chad. &amp;nbsp;Back when I lived in Boulder he worked at the nicest health club in town. &amp;nbsp;He was extremely&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;encouraging&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to me. &amp;nbsp;Just said come in and work out...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My husband. &amp;nbsp;I know, doesn't exactly count, but when we met I was almost 100 pounds heavier. &amp;nbsp;Wanting to last, wanting us to last I knew that I had to be doing more for my health. &amp;nbsp;I can't give him credit because I was the one to do the work. &amp;nbsp;But being with him has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. &amp;nbsp;He makes me want to be the best version of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Three things you to do keep yourself entertained:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When not&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;by school.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Internets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;More Internets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Three things you're attracted to in the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Smarts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and more Smarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Three things you love about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am. &amp;nbsp;It's not been easy getting to his point but I have a VERY definite sense of self and have no fear of letting the world see who I am. &amp;nbsp;Good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I've figured out how to put one foot in front of the other every single day to keep myself moving forward. &amp;nbsp;Not always easy, but necessary. &amp;nbsp;Life is not static. &amp;nbsp;For so long I sat paralyzed by fear, by fat, by life. &amp;nbsp;It's a process, I'm working through it. &amp;nbsp;I don't always get it right, but I keep trying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My sense of style. &amp;nbsp;I'm vain and I know it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TQ-yM07ZX5I/AAAAAAAABGk/t9Z6Rh-0uug/s1600/Photo+1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TQ-yM07ZX5I/AAAAAAAABGk/t9Z6Rh-0uug/s200/Photo+1904.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3htby0" title="Fav thing in cosmetics bag. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fav thing in cosmetics bag. on Twitpic" height="150" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/3htby0.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll travel in the above outfit today. &amp;nbsp;Dress is Calvin Klein, belt from LL Bean, Sweater is cashmere from Anthropology&amp;nbsp;and the necklace is vintage Dior and belongs to twin sis. &amp;nbsp;Oh and the jacket I am super proud of... An online return at small Macy's up near UNH, its Ralph Lauren and I paid 20% of its retail price. Pin is a vintage Mink Puff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The last 3 people you text messaged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Twin Sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Three things you're looking forward to this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Being at home with nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6772681793813125326?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6772681793813125326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6772681793813125326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6772681793813125326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6772681793813125326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-making-monday.html' title='Friend Making Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TQ-yM07ZX5I/AAAAAAAABGk/t9Z6Rh-0uug/s72-c/Photo+1904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4951993155866217658</id><published>2010-12-14T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:36:38.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BioChem</title><content type='html'>It's so interesting to learn about what the body does with fat. &amp;nbsp;So weird to think about it on a molecular level. &amp;nbsp;Exam tomorrow and then weekend in San Fransico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &amp;nbsp;If you are looking for plastic surgery posts. &amp;nbsp;May of 2009 and 2010 are places to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4951993155866217658?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4951993155866217658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4951993155866217658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4951993155866217658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4951993155866217658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/12/biochem.html' title='BioChem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4782440639235137593</id><published>2010-12-10T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:18:44.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon-- till Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>So much to do still! &amp;nbsp;I'm expecting a couple of A's but also wishing every day at 11:11 that I get a B- in Biochem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4782440639235137593?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4782440639235137593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4782440639235137593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4782440639235137593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4782440639235137593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/12/soon-till-wednesday.html' title='Soon-- till Wednesday.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8913410541915932237</id><published>2010-11-29T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:54:42.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Compliance vs Non-Participants</title><content type='html'>So I've been giving this &lt;a href="http://hjluks.posterous.com/compliance-vs-participation-hcsm-hcsmeu-pm"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; some thought. &amp;nbsp;And I had to go a bit further and apply to myself because giving it some thought... there is a difference between non-participant and non-compliant. (Pardon&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;short choppy sentences, I'm exhausted, but want to post this. &amp;nbsp;It kept me up last night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my blog you know that I am big believer in being active&amp;nbsp;participant&amp;nbsp;in your own life. &amp;nbsp;I was not for a long time. &amp;nbsp;First two ACL's. &amp;nbsp;I was non-participant. &amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;explaining&amp;nbsp;this to husband and he jumped ahead. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know where you are going Sweetheart, I'm already there. &amp;nbsp;I am currently non-compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am being honest that is the truth. &amp;nbsp;As soon as the Synvisc wore off all that hard work I put into my summer when I was working out, riding my bike and&amp;nbsp;walking&amp;nbsp;everywhere suddenly wasn't quite so doable anymore. &amp;nbsp;My pain has to be better managed in order for me to feel like I want to keep on building on what I had instead of letting it slide. &amp;nbsp;But how to manage that? &amp;nbsp;More&amp;nbsp;exercise? &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;I know systemically I could be stronger, core especially, however I wonder if that really will provide any pain&amp;nbsp;relief. &amp;nbsp;Everyone else seems to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I feel non-compliant. &amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;ACTIVELY&amp;nbsp;making this choice to be a lump on a log and it sucks, but I can't see what is supposed to motivate me. &amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;these shots wear off I hurt worse and often differently than before. &amp;nbsp;That's hard on the heart when your knee&amp;nbsp;continues&amp;nbsp;to fall apart. &amp;nbsp;I'll give either Synvisc or other hyaluronic acid chance in 6&amp;nbsp;months&amp;nbsp;again if they let me... &amp;nbsp; But long short term I have no idea what if anything I am working towards. &amp;nbsp;If, well, when I have surgery again I know that I am going to have to get into shape for that. &amp;nbsp;No way would I go into a surgery again weak as I am now. &amp;nbsp;Plastics was different, but this, no way. &amp;nbsp;I am active participant and fully realize that I have to hold up my end of the&amp;nbsp;bargain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I have more BioChem to do. Could you in one page support your opinion with science on&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;the FDA should or should not grant the Corn Industry's request to change the name of High Fructose Corn Syrup to Corn Sugar? &amp;nbsp;I'm still at 1 3/4 pages. &amp;nbsp;I say it's&amp;nbsp;disingenuous. &amp;nbsp;Like sugar, but not sugar, too many chemicals used in the process. &amp;nbsp;Too bad your product got vilified... &amp;nbsp;Alas, I bet the gov't says yes. &amp;nbsp;Also (science!) while&amp;nbsp;metabolized&amp;nbsp;the same way, where the&amp;nbsp;components&amp;nbsp;of glucose and fructose enter Glycolysis is at&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;points because of how HFCS is made. &amp;nbsp;(Fructose is free not linked to Glucose as in Sucrose) This has &lt;a href="http://www.sciencedirect.com/science?_ob=ArticleURL&amp;amp;_udi=B6T0N-4YGHGM1-1&amp;amp;_user=10&amp;amp;_coverDate=11/30/2010&amp;amp;_rdoc=1&amp;amp;_fmt=high&amp;amp;_orig=search&amp;amp;_origin=search&amp;amp;_sort=d&amp;amp;_docanchor=&amp;amp;view=c&amp;amp;_acct=C000050221&amp;amp;_version=1&amp;amp;_urlVersion=0&amp;amp;_userid=10&amp;amp;md5=a876292e4acfcbd61e14a28322836cc7&amp;amp;searchtype=a"&gt;implications Scientist don't quite understand&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Is HFCS&amp;nbsp;contributing&amp;nbsp;to obesity? &amp;nbsp;Hard to say, but I think&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;a little bit yeah, that processed shit is just not good for you even if they don't know exactly why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PubGet is my new best friend. &amp;nbsp;I've just learned of this service. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8913410541915932237?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8913410541915932237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8913410541915932237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8913410541915932237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8913410541915932237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/non-compliance-vs-non-participants.html' title='Non-Compliance vs Non-Participants'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7942820984459742307</id><published>2010-11-26T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:31:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift</title><content type='html'>I think that radical shift in thinking needs to come sooner rather than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough couple of weeks... couple of months. &amp;nbsp;So much of my sense of self these days is wrapped up in how much I hurt. &amp;nbsp; Trying to&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;myself from the pain is difficult. &amp;nbsp;Pain pills aren't exactly my friend. &amp;nbsp;I'm a big fan of the Ibuprofen and&amp;nbsp;consequently&amp;nbsp;Prilosec. &amp;nbsp;I have some Tylenol 3 that can take the edge off before bed but I almost always wake up at some point in pain and so my am dose of Ibuprofen lately has come with Psuedoephedrine. &amp;nbsp;Like I said pills and me are not always friends. &amp;nbsp;The temptation to use them not for their intended purpose is what keeps me saying no to most. &amp;nbsp;Been there-- I remember that ah-ha moment in the summer of 2007 distinctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Lidocaine&amp;nbsp;patches too but if you've ever tried to use one on your knee you know how well they don't stay on. &amp;nbsp;Normal activities cause them to become unstuck... and at night unless&amp;nbsp;wrapped&amp;nbsp;up or taped on they roll right off. &amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;peeled&amp;nbsp;countless off my sheets in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see? What else... &amp;nbsp;ice is my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that what is really lacking from my life is strength and a sense of physical well being. &amp;nbsp;But how to get that when the idea of sawing off your own leg sounds more appealing than going to the gym? &amp;nbsp;I know that this one problem shouldn't keep me from working on the rest of me. I had a great chat with a former classmate last week who is now a PT. She had some good suggestions. &amp;nbsp;I need to focus on overall picture I think. &amp;nbsp;Knee is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to get out of my own way. &amp;nbsp; I'm working on that aspect too... more therapy, not sure if she's helping me make peace with my past, but it does help to talk to somebody. &amp;nbsp;(Venting this past week was what helped me realize I needed to make amends with secretary not just complain about it.) I need to let go of this guilt that I feel. &amp;nbsp;As my husband reminded me this evening, no one is blaming me but myself. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an appointment with the pharmacologist at the suggestion of my therapist. Cymbalta maybe for a bit? &amp;nbsp;FDA approved it in early&amp;nbsp;November&amp;nbsp;for osteoarthritis pain as well. &amp;nbsp;I don't expect&amp;nbsp;miracles&amp;nbsp;but it seems like it could help. &amp;nbsp;I've read all sorts of studies about osteoarthritis pain and depression. &amp;nbsp;It's just such a nasty pain... makes me sick to my stomach. &amp;nbsp;That could also be the Ibuprofen though too. /blogress &amp;nbsp;See how easy it is to get distracted by the ouch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no stranger to sadness. &amp;nbsp;There was a time in my life when I took Zoloft and it did help. &amp;nbsp;It's no coincidence that when I was no longer weighed down by sadness I was able to change my life. &amp;nbsp;I don't expect the path I followed to lose the weight to be the same road I travel to make peace with pain. &amp;nbsp;They are&amp;nbsp;similar yet different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I need to get moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7942820984459742307?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7942820984459742307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7942820984459742307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7942820984459742307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7942820984459742307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/shift.html' title='Shift'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1232919646577411769</id><published>2010-11-25T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:14:45.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you get back here?</title><content type='html'>It's a food holiday! &amp;nbsp;We had a nice low key meal, I blanked the dessert but otherwise it was lovely. &amp;nbsp;Things I'm thankful for include my husband and my sister and satellite&amp;nbsp;phones that let me talk to my Mom in Sierra Leone for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thankful I can still put one foot in front of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish it didn't hurt so damn bad. &amp;nbsp;I'm still waiting... and hope is fading... that this Synvisc shot is going to kick in. &amp;nbsp;On my miserable scale I'm currently a bitch. &amp;nbsp;I hate being like this and when I hear some of the things that come out of my mouth? &amp;nbsp;Yikes! I cringe just thinking about it. &amp;nbsp;Pain makes me a not so great version of myself. &amp;nbsp;I know this and yet I feel powerless to do anything about it. &amp;nbsp;I already feel like I am pushing my limits of functioning as a non-crazy person. &amp;nbsp;Fixing me is going to require another radical shift in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;way I think about myself... again. &amp;nbsp;But for now I guess I just&amp;nbsp;acknowledge, be aware and try to keep it in check. &amp;nbsp;Not always easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by my Orthopedist office yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I need him to sign off on another form for my handicap placcard but I did it in person because I had an ulterior motive-- I really wanted to meet his&amp;nbsp;secretary. &amp;nbsp;Unlike in past offices,&amp;nbsp;patients&amp;nbsp;(as far as I can tell) don't have any face to face interaction with the doctor's assistant (secretary, admin, whatever you want to call her). &amp;nbsp;Contact only via the phone makes it hard to get a sense of who you are dealing with without knowing what exactly is on the other end of the line. &amp;nbsp;Since her office is not in the clinic area we had never crossed paths in person. &amp;nbsp;I like to think I'm pretty&amp;nbsp;likable but she and I were having some definite issues (that started earlier this year) and it was my hope that meeting in person, putting a face to the name and voice will help my cause down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she started it (she did!) I know I was pretty awful on the phone a couple weeks back. &amp;nbsp;I haven't gone into the details but after the October fuck up and then having my appointment cancelled with no notice, I'm sure one could imagine I was not in the best frame of mind. Hysterics could be a good word here... but basically I bitched her out. She being who she is had no trouble dishing it right back. &amp;nbsp;I know now why our conversation about the cancelled appointment devolved as quick as it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can small talk anyone, years at the coffee shop working&amp;nbsp;mornings&amp;nbsp;and being the over compensating fat girl for so long gave me the gift of gab. &amp;nbsp; Weather is my favorite but I can talk anything, religion and politics included but in this case it was vintage&amp;nbsp;and antique jewelry that provided teh common&amp;nbsp;denominator. &amp;nbsp;She noticed my pin, it's Weiss and I thought eureka! An opening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should back up... &amp;nbsp;She greeted me (of course) with a "How did you get back here?" &amp;nbsp;Umm, I&amp;nbsp;followed&amp;nbsp;the signs that say Suite 11x until I came to the door, where I knocked and the nice girl&amp;nbsp;behind&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;desk directed me to your office? &amp;nbsp;Being greeted this way kind of threw me but I recovered quick, I'm well aware by now that her default is&amp;nbsp;abrasive. &amp;nbsp;I introduced myself and&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;apologized for my bad behavior. That was a genuine apology, pain can make me mean and my tirade was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pin, I always find wearing jewelry is a good way to 1.) get compliments which leads to 2.) having something to talk about. &amp;nbsp;She showed me her pin, Irish tourist jewelry with marcasites and some sort local marble that I didn't quite get the name of. &amp;nbsp; I learned that she used to be a metal smith she likes to travel and loves beads. &amp;nbsp;We talked about the warehouses in Providence where you can buy bulk vintage rhinestones, fittings and the like and about parking in the city when she owned a Pinto! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also chatted about my knee. &amp;nbsp;It was important to me for her to understand who I am and what I've been through. &amp;nbsp;I freely acknowledged that these past&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;make me the pain in the ass patient I am now. &amp;nbsp;It's been a while since I've gone into my history and I think she was mildly impressed. &amp;nbsp;I name dropped my former surgeons, she had&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;impression of ACL Doc #3 which was nice to hear. &amp;nbsp;She also reaffirmed that current Doc is a really good guy and encouraged me to check in with him if I don't get&amp;nbsp;relief&amp;nbsp;with this shot. &amp;nbsp;That was also nice to hear. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully she'll remember me the next time I need something not as that crazy girl on the phone but as that woman with that great not rock crystal necklace who's been through more than someone my age should. &amp;nbsp;My care is important to me and I really want it to be as hassle free as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said my visit illustrated&amp;nbsp;to me why I had to drop off this form again. On&amp;nbsp;original&amp;nbsp;application it's just a box that needs to be checked, but no doubt the Doc didn't and I'm sure she didn't look it over before she sent it out. &amp;nbsp;There were piles everywhere! &amp;nbsp;Filing, maybe research? and who knows what... &amp;nbsp;I would drown under that much paper. Stepping into her office and seeing all that it was immediately clear to me why it's oh so difficult to get shit done quickly and correctly. &amp;nbsp;But now I know and it won't change how I interact with his office. &amp;nbsp;Well, I'll be the kinder gentler version of myself after making that personal connection but I was&amp;nbsp;reassured&amp;nbsp;that I need to continue asking questions and following up. &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;system, alas, is&amp;nbsp;ridiculously&amp;nbsp;dysfunctional... Think poorly trained weekend staff resulting in a need for blood work before a rescheduled MRI or poorly trained staff who don't know they don't do shots in Foxboro. &amp;nbsp;Secretary is&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;the gatekeeper to all this dysfunction. &amp;nbsp;If she does her job well I don't get that far, if she doesn't I end up wasting my time and even worse the doctors, her boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a guest lecturer in my US Healthcare system class last week a local woman who is the CEO of Portsmouth hospital. &amp;nbsp;She really pressed the kids in the class that you have to love your job and have a passion for helping people if you go into healthcare.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure this woman is not exactly passionate about her job and to me that's evident in how she performs it. &amp;nbsp;She also said something during the conversation that made it sound like where she's at now is literally just a job to her, fine, good to know. That doesn't make her a bad person (I'd actually love to pick her brain about beads and jewelry and all that good stuff) it just means that the patient expereince is not important to her. There may be people out there who can over look that when it comes to their care and the quality of it, &amp;nbsp;but I can't. &amp;nbsp;I'm thankful that I have developed a sense of self that pushes me to be proactive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1232919646577411769?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1232919646577411769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1232919646577411769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1232919646577411769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1232919646577411769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-you-get-back-here.html' title='How did you get back here?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7525719260949478911</id><published>2010-11-22T16:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:16:19.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Internets! Part II</title><content type='html'>If you've read my blog you know that I pretty much went up and then down, then&amp;nbsp;plateaued, then down again. &amp;nbsp;It took over four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to climb up on my soap box. &amp;nbsp;I know my way isn't&amp;nbsp;everybody's&amp;nbsp;weigh but it did work, so draw your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually pretty easy to lose&amp;nbsp;weight&amp;nbsp;right? &amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;success&amp;nbsp;in high school losing 40 pounds over a summer but eventually it came back on and from there it was just up and up. &amp;nbsp;No secrets to that one regain, I just wasn't ready. &amp;nbsp;When I had my ah-ha moment in 1999 I was in college and had no real stress in my life. &amp;nbsp;Sure there was "drama" but nothing like what would come in 2007 and nothing like what had caused me to gain even more weight starting 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All life has drama and stressors though. &amp;nbsp;At all times. &amp;nbsp;It's just relative. &amp;nbsp; I find that when people perceive&amp;nbsp;their life to be stressful (wether or not it actually is I don't think is terribly important) or when everything is a major catastrophe then weight loss becomes a way of feeling in control. With everything else spiraling, changing yourself for the better is so appealing. &amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;righteous, "Look what I can do even though my world is falling apart." &amp;nbsp;But what happens when your world is done falling apart? &amp;nbsp;(Admittedly for some it never does, there is always more drama.) You are left with this&amp;nbsp;foreign&amp;nbsp;body and nothing to motivate you. Maintenance&amp;nbsp;is not about control, it's about living. &amp;nbsp;If you don't give yourself the tools to keep it off along the way then why even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand are people who are just sort of bumping along with no real&amp;nbsp;hindrances. &amp;nbsp;Their weight loss is only sustainable as long as life keeps it nice and easy. &amp;nbsp;They are also in control but like the above it's an illusion. &amp;nbsp;As soon as they must cope without food, they often can't and the weight comes back on. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is one to do if they want to lose&amp;nbsp;weight&amp;nbsp;and keep it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that this is not a zero sum game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are overwhelming the best thing that you can do is take care of yourself. &amp;nbsp;This does not mean starving yourself to keep on losing weight. &amp;nbsp;Or jumping into a bag of cookie head first and saying fuck it. MODERATION is required. &amp;nbsp;This is not easy to learn and comes only with much practice. &amp;nbsp;Weight loss is about&amp;nbsp;patience&amp;nbsp;and making peace with ourselves. &amp;nbsp;The end will come someday when you get to a happy weight and the tools you&amp;nbsp;acquire&amp;nbsp;along the way, especially when life is beating you down will be crucial in maintaing a loss. &amp;nbsp;Getting to goal shouldn't mean you start living then. &amp;nbsp;You should be doing it all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7525719260949478911?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7525719260949478911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7525719260949478911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7525719260949478911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7525719260949478911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-internets-part-ii.html' title='Oh Internets! Part II'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2825268525485441882</id><published>2010-11-22T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:42:16.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy Post Plastics</title><content type='html'>So what's it been... a year and half since my tummy plastics? &amp;nbsp;This cold I have/had comes with this awful cough that had me all puffed up. &amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable&amp;nbsp;in a way I hadn't been in a long time. &amp;nbsp;The skirt I have on today I could not wear last week, too snug in a way that I couldn't quite figure out. &amp;nbsp;Scale was showing water weight but knowing what I had eaten I couldn't figure out why. &amp;nbsp;Must have been the muscles involved with the coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting the way the body works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2825268525485441882?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2825268525485441882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2825268525485441882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2825268525485441882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2825268525485441882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/puffy-post-plastics.html' title='Puffy Post Plastics'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5359199459773085180</id><published>2010-11-21T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:20:11.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Metric</title><content type='html'>I give one point for each. &amp;nbsp;Scale ends up being 1-10 this way. &amp;nbsp;It's never a zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateral (split between Tibial and Femoral so each location gets .5)&lt;br /&gt;Medial (Tibial/Femoral again split same as above)&lt;br /&gt;Patellar&lt;br /&gt;Bakers Cyst&lt;br /&gt;General&amp;nbsp;Edema &lt;br /&gt;Stiffness&lt;br /&gt;General OA Achy Joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's +1 for any sort or worry or thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;+2 if I act on any of that worry. &amp;nbsp;So for example. &amp;nbsp;I add one point I think about pain and add two points if I cut short a shopping trip because of it. &amp;nbsp;Tears are an automatic 2 points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm a 7 with both tibial and femoral lateral pain, patella pain, bakers cyst pain, edema, stiffness and tears. &amp;nbsp;Lots and lots of tears today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how many different ways my knee hurts me. &amp;nbsp;Intensity&amp;nbsp;should probably be a consideration but I think I capture that with +1 and +2. &amp;nbsp;This works for me. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping shortly to be back down to 4 or hopefully even a 3! &amp;nbsp;I expect the stiffness to fade, the lateral pain to ease off and if I don't hurt I don't think about it so those three points go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the Synvisc to kick in and trying not to fret that it hasn't yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5359199459773085180?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5359199459773085180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5359199459773085180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5359199459773085180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5359199459773085180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-own-metric.html' title='My own Metric'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6545069664385144098</id><published>2010-11-21T14:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:57:45.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entitled</title><content type='html'>That's a loaded word. &amp;nbsp;But when it comes to my knee it's how I feel. &amp;nbsp;I'm uncomfortable saying it however because I still struggle with my own&amp;nbsp;culpability&amp;nbsp;with regards to how I got to this point. &amp;nbsp;I know what happened to me is NOT my fault. &amp;nbsp;No teenager really understands the implications of surgery and the long term consequences. &amp;nbsp;I came across this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://journals.lww.com/acsm-csmr/Fulltext/2010/11000/The_Adolescent_Knee_and_Risk_for_Osteoarthritis__.5.aspx"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;last week and sobbed for an hour after reading it. &amp;nbsp;It's about the adolescent knee and the risk for osteoarthritis. &amp;nbsp;I've said it before but just so I am clear. &amp;nbsp;I don't think that docs should be operating on 240 pound teenagers who have no hope of rehabbing properly. &amp;nbsp;Just because you can doesn't meant that you should. &amp;nbsp;I truly believe that I would be better off today without any of those ACL surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did do them. &amp;nbsp;And the doctors did too. &amp;nbsp;I often wonder if the last doc who told me I would lose my mobility by 40 considered any of my past history. &amp;nbsp;What was his motivation for&amp;nbsp;recommending&amp;nbsp;surgery &amp;amp; using scare tactics? &amp;nbsp;I think he was more interested in my&amp;nbsp;cartilage&amp;nbsp;than repairing my ACL. &amp;nbsp;I wonder what it was that he saw in there that made him do a 180 after the procedure about the state of my cartilage. &amp;nbsp;Clearly it had been roughed up, but having done all sorts of reading now... I don't think my problems were good for the technique he was working on at the time. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't a patient needing help in his eyes I was a potential research subject. &amp;nbsp;And when I wasn't useful... well, it took more time than it probably should have to catch that Staph infection imho. &amp;nbsp;Talk about being a pain in the ass patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to what is still&amp;nbsp;aggravating&amp;nbsp;me. &amp;nbsp;Really, I feel I've suffered enough because of that one arrogant doc. &amp;nbsp;I'm not keen on suffering because of inconsiderate office staff. &amp;nbsp;I have no use for rudeness, for having to do everything twice and least of all I can't stand being second guessed and scolded. &amp;nbsp;I'm the consumer here but as a patient this is MY LIFE that your actions are affecting. &amp;nbsp;I pay attention to my own care because I have to. &amp;nbsp;I have learned the hard way that even those who should be paying attention often are not. &amp;nbsp;They may also not have your best&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am just about making my life a little easier and I think I deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say again... &lt;b&gt;I&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;like my current doctor&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;He won me over the moment he said there is nothing I can do for you right now. &amp;nbsp;He got all the information he needed first to make that call... and I respect that&amp;nbsp;immensely. He's as close to perfect as you can get for a doctor but&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;he comes with a b*tch of a secretary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6545069664385144098?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6545069664385144098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6545069664385144098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6545069664385144098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6545069664385144098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/entitled.html' title='Entitled'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3221323170236312986</id><published>2010-11-18T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:24:18.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have this cough that rattles my chest. &amp;nbsp;It physically hurts to breathe and I'm exhausted. &amp;nbsp;At 165 this is a hard cold to have. &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine all that extra weight sitting on my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just an hour ago I was reminded of how hard it must have been to cough when I was heavy. &amp;nbsp;I was walking behind a girl on campus whose size I recognized. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't help but watch as she&amp;nbsp;coughed and the serious physical effort required. &amp;nbsp;That was me. &amp;nbsp;I tried to remember that physical discomfort and I couldn't imagine feeling worse than I already do. &amp;nbsp;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a few, "Oh I don't miss that from when I was heavy..." type moments but for the most part I do try to NOT contrast and compare life at this weight and that weight. &amp;nbsp;It was novel at first but I prefer to think of myself as just this way. &amp;nbsp;Sure those&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;make me who I am, but I want to be just this girl who lives with food. &amp;nbsp;Clearly, I'm still dwelling on&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;success&amp;nbsp;thoughts. &amp;nbsp;I think its okay that I can't recall that life much any more. &amp;nbsp; I find motivation in living. &amp;nbsp;Dwelling on what that was like and being motivated by it no longer apply to me. &amp;nbsp;I have my own new and different issues to deal with now. &amp;nbsp;Some a result of being 345 pounds but some not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a&amp;nbsp;relief&amp;nbsp;actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time heals all wounds right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-3221323170236312986?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3221323170236312986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=3221323170236312986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3221323170236312986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3221323170236312986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-was-me.html' title='That was me?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3883955379566366589</id><published>2010-11-16T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:20:43.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're no Meredith</title><content type='html'>Had Synvisc shot last week but not without more bullshit and drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All admins and support staff get compared to&amp;nbsp;Meredith. &amp;nbsp;It's a fact that I have these experiences with which to contrast and compare. &amp;nbsp;It's also a fact that all of these&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;have lowered my tolerance for bullshit. &amp;nbsp;I have no problem asking direct uncomfortable questions when you are rude or not doing your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Meredith... She was support to Dr. Donaldson at Tufts NEMC and awesome at her job. &amp;nbsp;A rare combination of&amp;nbsp;both competent and courteous. &amp;nbsp;Not exactly warm but that was okay. &amp;nbsp;She always made the Doc look good, I never had to chase for anything and she didn't second guess me. &amp;nbsp;She set the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;I've had with the support staff in current Doctor's office? Sucks. &amp;nbsp; Do I get to blog the bad with the good? &amp;nbsp;It's my&amp;nbsp;experience,&amp;nbsp;my POV but I wonder if it's appropriate. &amp;nbsp;What happened last week was enough for me to ponder quitting this Doc. Maybe I'm just coming from place of pain or hyper&amp;nbsp;sensitivity&amp;nbsp;based on my US Healthcare System class... &amp;nbsp;Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Appointment was cancelled and doctor's office failed to notify me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;While situation was obviously&amp;nbsp;remedied the emotional energy I wasted was too much. &amp;nbsp;It shouldn't be this difficult to get good care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-3883955379566366589?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3883955379566366589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=3883955379566366589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3883955379566366589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3883955379566366589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-no-meredith.html' title='You&apos;re no Meredith'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-607684766495719530</id><published>2010-11-16T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:24:58.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in for Six Years of Maintenance</title><content type='html'>I'm under a pile of work&amp;nbsp;so I'll stick to the&amp;nbsp;highlights of the past year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer afraid of gaining back the weight. &amp;nbsp;That has been the&amp;nbsp;biggest&amp;nbsp;difference between five and six. &amp;nbsp;The fear is just gone. &amp;nbsp;This year threw some challenges at me but here I am, admittedly at the high end of my range, but comfortable. &amp;nbsp;165 and all my clothes still fit and I'm able to live with food. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll get motivated and take off a few pounds of pain that I seem to gain with every Synvisc cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/02/knee.html"&gt;Dr. Oz&amp;nbsp;experience&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;where I got to meet some of my favorite ladies. &amp;nbsp;Hi Lori and Jenelle! &amp;nbsp;It also kind of sucked as you'll see if you click the link, but that's okay. &amp;nbsp;I'd do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/05/thigh-lipectomy.html"&gt;thigh lift&lt;/a&gt; but NO knee surgery and found a new orthopedic guy who is on the same page as me. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping to be surgery free for a few more years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on a school and am well on my way to completing my coursework to become a Registered Dietician. &amp;nbsp;It's a process but everyone up at UNH has been kind and helpful. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I have found a home up there and am excited for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the BioChem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-607684766495719530?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/607684766495719530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=607684766495719530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/607684766495719530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/607684766495719530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-here-checking-in-for-six-years.html' title='Checking in for Six Years of Maintenance'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6177656370591288255</id><published>2010-11-09T22:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:30:48.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm jealous of Dara Torres</title><content type='html'>I think this is a &lt;a href="http://www.brighamandwomens.org/online/everythingpossible/DaraTorres.aspx"&gt;neat neat procedure&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;But when you read about it... contraindicated for those with no ligament and history of infection. Sigh. &amp;nbsp;Working up courage to ask Doc what exactly my future hold prior to swapping out my own parts for something shiny and new. &amp;nbsp;Where the worst pain is he can't visualize. &amp;nbsp;MRI is clouded with arcs as a result of leftover teeny tiny metal fragments from my past experiences. &amp;nbsp;I would love to know what the cartilage looks like on the the lateral condyle of my femur. &amp;nbsp;Alas, it'll be a surprise until they actually go in and look. Been wearing heels lately to shift weight to medial side... &amp;nbsp;Can't do too much of that though, I hurt there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still torn about the shot on Thursday. &amp;nbsp;Pinged the Doctor... I hate being such a worrier but I'm not feeling great. &amp;nbsp;Past history makes me this way... &amp;nbsp;Paranoid? &amp;nbsp;Over thinking? &amp;nbsp; I recall my first plastic surgeon telling me that I was his little worrier. &amp;nbsp;Aw. &amp;nbsp;And then I broke open. &amp;nbsp;Or when I KNEW that something was desperately wrong after that 3rd ACL attempt and it took weeks for the surgeon to finally listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a nag but I know me, I know my body. &amp;nbsp;You don't go through DRAMATIC physical change with out being aware (or in my case it almost feels hyper aware) of what's going on with you. &amp;nbsp;When you ignore your sense of physical self for so long when you start paying attention decisions about your health and your care become that much more important. &amp;nbsp;I take this seriously now. &amp;nbsp;I have too, even if it means driving me (and my Doc maybe?) crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I hurt. &amp;nbsp;A lot. &amp;nbsp;But as I have blogged in past the shots&amp;nbsp;hard on me &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2009/04/synvisc-one.html"&gt;systemically&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I have &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-to-stop-saying-things-out-loud.html"&gt;concerns&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'll make a decision tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a mental mind fuck the chronic condition is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6177656370591288255?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6177656370591288255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6177656370591288255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6177656370591288255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6177656370591288255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-jealous-of-dara-torres.html' title='I&apos;m jealous of Dara Torres'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6880477277912742341</id><published>2010-11-06T23:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:26:34.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be nice to your knees</title><content type='html'>I'm sporting a nasty viral rash. &amp;nbsp;Pain included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully it's not like the knee pain. &amp;nbsp;I'd NEVER! &amp;nbsp;But sadly there has been a rash of stories in my Google alerts lately about people taking their own lives because they can't deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot happens on Thursday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6880477277912742341?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6880477277912742341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4606059796605264158</id><published>2010-11-04T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:51:09.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement</title><content type='html'>School is a lot of work. &amp;nbsp;Good happy work. &amp;nbsp;Amazing though the judgement that just oozes out of some of these girls. &amp;nbsp;Really, this is EXACTLY why I want to become an RD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many thoughts on ADA and the profession... trying to bring it all together in my head, but not quite comfortable blogging about it yet. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today I can only hope that&amp;nbsp;with age will come awareness. &amp;nbsp;I forget what it is like to be 19.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4606059796605264158?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4606059796605264158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4606059796605264158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4606059796605264158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4606059796605264158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/11/judgement.html' title='Judgement'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5654161471268151766</id><published>2010-10-22T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:04:44.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>I'm still baffled and bullshit about the Synvisc fail this week. &amp;nbsp;Doc was charming as always but for some reason it had to be him to inform me that the shot I wanted isn't given in that office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the news pretty well I think. &amp;nbsp;Didn't say much actually, too exhausted and too overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;Rescheduled for the 11th of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case it's not apparent I schedule my life around pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5654161471268151766?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5654161471268151766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5654161471268151766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5654161471268151766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5654161471268151766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4629817524517780178</id><published>2010-10-20T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:56:40.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for coming along on this amazing journey with me. &amp;nbsp;(Like you have any choice). &amp;nbsp;You inspire me everyday to be the best version of myself. &amp;nbsp;I don't always get it right but your love and support mean a lot to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TL7mDF46rSI/AAAAAAAABGI/E3vbi2kiEp4/s1600/n524021553_1743956_8526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TL7mDF46rSI/AAAAAAAABGI/E3vbi2kiEp4/s320/n524021553_1743956_8526.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edited to add. &amp;nbsp;I am positive that in this picture I am on the right. &amp;nbsp;I had another picture up yesterday on Facebook of little us. &amp;nbsp;When I was heavier I had a hard time identifying myself in tiny twin photos. &amp;nbsp;Now there is never a question for me. &amp;nbsp;I am that familiar with myself as a person and where I have come from. &amp;nbsp;My weight loss journey really helped me get a sense of self &amp;amp; and allows me see where I have come from. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4629817524517780178?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4629817524517780178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4629817524517780178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4629817524517780178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4629817524517780178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-to-my-best-friend.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Best Friend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TL7mDF46rSI/AAAAAAAABGI/E3vbi2kiEp4/s72-c/n524021553_1743956_8526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8881803248889642753</id><published>2010-10-17T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:45:09.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>I have some time in the middle of my day when I commute up to UNH. &amp;nbsp;Last week I decided to hit up Freeport, another 70 miles away. &amp;nbsp;I have been wanting to return some backpacks to L.L. Bean that had been rumbling around in the back of the car for ages. &amp;nbsp;I love their return policy, these were bags that my husband bought ages ago but didn't like the way they fit so they just sat in the closet. &amp;nbsp;Two years later I finally got around to returning them and they gave me current value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I bought this &lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/llbeansignature/llb/shop/65279?subrnd=1&amp;amp;parentCategory=505950&amp;amp;feat=505950-sigtn&amp;amp;cat4=505949"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and ended up only paying 40$ for it. &amp;nbsp;I think I'll wear it for my Birthday. &amp;nbsp;It's the most gorgeous heavy silk and I adore it. &amp;nbsp;Should go well with a tweed jacket I scored thrifting for this fall and the old lady shoes I bought while shopping with my sister yesterday. &amp;nbsp;We both bough a pair of brown oxfords, but mine are all chunky heel and hers all sexy heel. &amp;nbsp;That's fine, they're still cute and I know they'll make me happy to wear them on Wednesday with this lovely dress. &amp;nbsp;I have no problems working with what I have. &amp;nbsp;Style &amp;amp; confidence comes from the way you wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TLt2nMSWX0I/AAAAAAAABGE/cZgJauqmjZw/s1600/Picture+10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TLt2nMSWX0I/AAAAAAAABGE/cZgJauqmjZw/s320/Picture+10.png" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8881803248889642753?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8881803248889642753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8881803248889642753&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8881803248889642753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8881803248889642753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TLt2nMSWX0I/AAAAAAAABGE/cZgJauqmjZw/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2975890615081243511</id><published>2010-10-16T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:11:32.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My handicap placard was issued. &amp;nbsp;Thank you thank you thank you thank you. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, I just kind of sent it off and had no idea what if anything was going to happen. &amp;nbsp;I can be cowardly sometimes and asking for things... it's hard especially when I still feel like this is something that I have done to myself. &amp;nbsp;And i know, I KNOW, that this is NOT something that I did to myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Looking forward to Wednesday's appointment. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully there will be time to chat. &amp;nbsp;I feel extremely well educated about what my options are way down the road, what kind of cartilage defects are good for what kind of surgeries and where the current state of cartilage and osteoarthritis research is. &amp;nbsp;I know ALL OF THIS STUFF about other knees and all that and yet I have no idea where my cartilage damage is. &amp;nbsp;How do I not know that? &amp;nbsp;Frustrates me to read about these procedures... and not know. &amp;nbsp;I assume there is some meniscal cartridge damage because I've read in past surgical reports that it had been trimmed. &amp;nbsp;But other defects? &amp;nbsp; I assume that the articular cartilage is messed up in places but where those places are... &amp;nbsp;I have no idea. &amp;nbsp;Well, I have a general idea, I know where I hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Learned something interesting in Nutrition Education and Counseling this week. &amp;nbsp;It's okay to revise goals. &amp;nbsp;Shows you have been thinking about them. &amp;nbsp;When I said I want to go 5 years being surgery free. &amp;nbsp;I still hope for that... but seriously, I'm a little under a year in and I don't know if I can last. &amp;nbsp;I know I need to try, but I don't want things to get too roughed up in there, I already fear that I may be past the point of no return and that some of these neat biological procedures might not work on me. &amp;nbsp;Most assume that you have no other issues and only one or two defects. &amp;nbsp;We all know that's not me. &amp;nbsp;They also assume you have ligaments. &amp;nbsp;Also not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm feeling bit sorry for myself today obviously. &amp;nbsp;It's the result of not being able to stand for a show. &amp;nbsp;I can go and hang out at the bar before hand, but the actual show. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, no. &amp;nbsp;Standing and I. &amp;nbsp;We are just not cool. &amp;nbsp;Especially if I want to walk tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2975890615081243511?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2975890615081243511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2975890615081243511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2975890615081243511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2975890615081243511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3097459214287214806</id><published>2010-10-16T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:21:07.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday can't come soon enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm kinda over 33 and ready for 34. And obviously I'm looking forward to seeing the Doc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-3097459214287214806?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3097459214287214806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=3097459214287214806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3097459214287214806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3097459214287214806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday-cant-come-soon-enough.html' title='Wednesday can&apos;t come soon enough'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4942619461582820661</id><published>2010-10-08T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:10:47.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foam Roller Fair</title><content type='html'>Generally my pain seems to be easing up a bit. &amp;nbsp;At least that's what I've noticed it this week, I keep a pain diary. &amp;nbsp;It's not a lot, more like a 6 with no help... &amp;nbsp;I credit the foam roller with this. &amp;nbsp;It's really the only thing I have been doing differently. &amp;nbsp;I had forgotten how good that pain feels and after 10 days of 5 minutes a day it's already easier again. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps this is all in my head, but I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course as I sit here and type this blog parts of my knee are a screaming pinging 8 because of my afternoon at the Topsfield Fair. &amp;nbsp;It was a great time with Twin Sis and we basically wandered and ate. &amp;nbsp;I had 1/2 a pretzel, an apple, a pickle, 1/2 sweet potato fry order, 1/2 a turkey leg and an twist cone with chocolate jimmies. &amp;nbsp;And some kettle corn. &amp;nbsp;Not bad for fair food... I could have done a lot more damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin sis took this picture of me earlier today. &amp;nbsp;Love the shirt but something in the camera angle makes me think I look fat. &amp;nbsp;(It's my arms.) &amp;nbsp;Amazing because I've seen a weight lower this week than I have in months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TK_bgIPRKPI/AAAAAAAABF8/rfVvolSjQc8/s1600/56895_444265189395_785579395_4971473_3063252_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TK_bgIPRKPI/AAAAAAAABF8/rfVvolSjQc8/s320/56895_444265189395_785579395_4971473_3063252_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4942619461582820661?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4942619461582820661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4942619461582820661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4942619461582820661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4942619461582820661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/foam-roller-fair.html' title='Foam Roller Fair'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TK_bgIPRKPI/AAAAAAAABF8/rfVvolSjQc8/s72-c/56895_444265189395_785579395_4971473_3063252_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4911661794923555784</id><published>2010-10-05T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:39:25.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain vs. 345</title><content type='html'>When I got to 345 pounds I was PROFOUNDLY uncomfortable in my own skin. &amp;nbsp;I hurt, it was difficult to move and I was losing feeling in my fingertips. &amp;nbsp;(my ah-ha moment) &amp;nbsp;The thing is... I could do something about that discomfort. &amp;nbsp;I was able, thru sheer will, to take it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take away the pain of my OA. &amp;nbsp;I can not will it away, work it off or change my life to rid myself of it. &amp;nbsp;There are things I can do to help alleviate it, but at the end of the day, I am left with it. &amp;nbsp;No matter how hard I wish and no matter what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now. &amp;nbsp;But the future, almost 40! seems so far away. &amp;nbsp;One step in front of another for how many more years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of frustration I have cried over this fact... &amp;nbsp;I wish I could get people to understand what it is like living with this part, this part that constantly reminds you of who you are and how you got here. Unfortunately few will ever get this far in their own journey and even fewer will be scarred by the weight they once carried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "thinness" reminds me everyday of what I am capable of, the pictures I posted earlier, also reminders. &amp;nbsp;I can do great things, but I can not take away my own pain. &amp;nbsp;Until then I deal. &amp;nbsp;The best ways I know how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4911661794923555784?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4911661794923555784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4911661794923555784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4911661794923555784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4911661794923555784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain-vs-345.html' title='Pain vs. 345'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1002180779514874868</id><published>2010-10-05T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:52:12.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent life in pictures &amp; hats. And a glimpse into how I shop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKto7LYncDI/AAAAAAAABFc/Mn5UK-iNxQQ/s1600/IMG_1226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKto7LYncDI/AAAAAAAABFc/Mn5UK-iNxQQ/s320/IMG_1226.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a fun evening. &amp;nbsp;One thing I love about where we live now is the walk home. &amp;nbsp;Won't love it so much when it gets cold again, but right now. &amp;nbsp;Still a big fan. &amp;nbsp;Great lighting along this bridge. Tank is Ann Taylor and Coat is London Fog. &amp;nbsp;Necklace is some sort of marked vintage that I can't recall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKto_Le8iVI/AAAAAAAABFg/3lOLBCiFIlQ/s1600/IMG_1256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKto_Le8iVI/AAAAAAAABFg/3lOLBCiFIlQ/s320/IMG_1256.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Same night but now with hat as I was a bit further along my walk. &amp;nbsp;Parts of it are a wind tunnel and I was frozen by then even though it was 75 and humid at 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpBps-T_I/AAAAAAAABFk/Ybo0YQe4XTw/s1600/IMG_1379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpBps-T_I/AAAAAAAABFk/Ybo0YQe4XTw/s320/IMG_1379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's my favorite scar. &amp;nbsp;Denim jacket is Ralph Lauren, thrifted and PERFECT! &amp;nbsp;Dress is from Target earlier this year. &amp;nbsp;I kind of wish it was a bit longer but it works on me. &amp;nbsp;I know it's just left over "I hate my legs." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpF4SF-pI/AAAAAAAABFo/5RYsuBIFl3o/s1600/IMG_1435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpF4SF-pI/AAAAAAAABFo/5RYsuBIFl3o/s320/IMG_1435.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I &amp;lt;3 Mom. &amp;nbsp;Pardon how tired she looks here she was just back from her first week of PhD school at UAB. &amp;nbsp;Hat is from Target, earrings are antique sterling screws and the sweater is something I bought on sale at Banana Republic last Fall. &amp;nbsp;I've always loved the cardi coats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpJpBGswI/AAAAAAAABFs/PlfDa5D4vLo/s1600/IMG_1490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpJpBGswI/AAAAAAAABFs/PlfDa5D4vLo/s320/IMG_1490.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am in the dressing room at Savers here. &amp;nbsp;The skirt and shirt are both silk and both Calvin Klein. &amp;nbsp;The sweater is cashmere with a gold thread running though it. &amp;nbsp;It is a different&amp;nbsp;cardigan than above even though it looks similar.&amp;nbsp;Can't see the shoes but one of my favorite pair of sandals. &amp;nbsp;I am also wearing my wedding jewelry, besides Haskell I have a thing for Regency rhinestones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpM4VdaAI/AAAAAAAABFw/7E9dx0Wp1pc/s1600/IMG_1525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpM4VdaAI/AAAAAAAABFw/7E9dx0Wp1pc/s320/IMG_1525.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm acting like a dork. &amp;nbsp;This jacket was something I picked up at Savers.... It still has both it's original tags. &amp;nbsp;One from Lord &amp;amp; Taylor and the other from Filene's Basement with it's automatic markdown. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking for Halloween, but it's actually not too bad for every day. &amp;nbsp;Shirt is Brooks Brothers, thrifted and jeans are BR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpP08Kb2I/AAAAAAAABF0/VNFCyw_Zssw/s1600/IMG_1443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtpP08Kb2I/AAAAAAAABF0/VNFCyw_Zssw/s320/IMG_1443.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of old bathrooms at UNH. &amp;nbsp;Again with my tan trench (I also have a black one) and my omni present LV. &amp;nbsp;Turtleneck is cashmere (sensing a theme?) and from Ann Taylor. &amp;nbsp;I have a hard time paying more that 40$ for cashmere. So it has to be uber on sale or from eBay. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtuTGqmhlI/AAAAAAAABF4/ewVvIguputo/s1600/photo-66.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKtuTGqmhlI/AAAAAAAABF4/ewVvIguputo/s320/photo-66.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From today. &amp;nbsp;Hat is from Coach, sweater from the Gap and the earrings are Haskell. I'm also wearing a brown denim skirt from Tommy Hilfiger and my favorite belt from JCrew. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a big shopper, I don't buy as many things as I did when I got to this weight but I still love to try things on. &amp;nbsp;Occasionally I am overwhelmed by the sheer number of clothes I own. &amp;nbsp;It's left over from high school I think. &amp;nbsp;I had the one pair of jeans. &amp;nbsp;That's it, just one. &amp;nbsp;I used to wash them out in the tub like every night. &amp;nbsp;My roommate was not impressed with that practice. She had enough clothes to send out, they left on Thursday and were returned the following Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Not me, I simply didn't have that many, not enough to even last the week really. &amp;nbsp;That experience left an impression. &amp;nbsp; Recently I've been thinning the herd as it were. &amp;nbsp;Still need to cut down on the skirts &amp;nbsp;and sweaters but I am getting there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hate paying full price for things. &amp;nbsp;Lingerie &amp;amp; workout clothes are always new, but the rest comes from all sorts of places. &amp;nbsp;Thrift stores, consignments shops, mall stores, friends. &amp;nbsp;At the end of the day it's about fit and how it looks on me and not what the tag says. &amp;nbsp;Size or price. If I really want it, I'll buy it regardless of if it is 100$ or 10$ or 1$. &amp;nbsp;It all evens out in the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1002180779514874868?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1002180779514874868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1002180779514874868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1002180779514874868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1002180779514874868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/recent-life-in-pictures-hats-and.html' title='Recent life in pictures &amp; hats. And a glimpse into how I shop.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TKto7LYncDI/AAAAAAAABFc/Mn5UK-iNxQQ/s72-c/IMG_1226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7706254472361848696</id><published>2010-10-03T23:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:45:06.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But first, Marie Claire... &amp;nbsp;meh. &amp;nbsp;Sucks that they had to be assholes about it. &amp;nbsp;Put yourself out there like that though and people are going to judge. &amp;nbsp;And judge harshly. &amp;nbsp;We all know how I feel about my knee... &amp;nbsp;The idea of running through pain like that. &amp;nbsp;Not for me, way excessive, again, to me, but to others, probably not. &amp;nbsp;It's a fine line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will say I think there is something to that article. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure we all pass through that point, some move on and some do not. &amp;nbsp;Depends on how you want to define yourself I think... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In general though I'm more about those who are still on the journey down or new to maintenance. &amp;nbsp;People like me already have it figured out. &amp;nbsp;People like them, well, I've never really had any interest. &amp;nbsp;It's a lifestyle I'll never relate to on many levels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also a fine line, healthy living blogger and weight loss blogger... that's a different post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm about living not obsessing. &amp;nbsp;I chafe at the ED term too... &amp;nbsp;I think we've covered that here as I feel I have worked quite hard at learning to live with food. &amp;nbsp;That desire comes directly from having not lived for so long. &amp;nbsp;Stuffing and hiding was what I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In similar news though I've kept track of everything I've eaten lately. &amp;nbsp;I think it's school doing it to me. &amp;nbsp;Feels good to touch base like that, but not sure how long I can keep it up. &amp;nbsp;Till my birthday is the plan. &amp;nbsp;(or when school assignment is over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just home from a show at the Orpheum in Boston. &amp;nbsp;omg tiny seats! &amp;nbsp;I'm normal sized and it was hard. &amp;nbsp;Moved two songs in to a seat better on my knee. &amp;nbsp;That place is ummm, not for the handicapped. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad I can say yes to nights like tonight. &amp;nbsp;Live music was not part of my life when fat and I know I missed out. &amp;nbsp;I need to keep evenings like this part of my life now. &amp;nbsp;Even if it means a painkiller chased by an ibuprofen cooled off with an ice pack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So it's about to be sleepy time... third exam of the semester coming up this week in US Healthcare systems. &amp;nbsp;I'll give you a hint, it isn't really a system. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7706254472361848696?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7706254472361848696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7706254472361848696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7706254472361848696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7706254472361848696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4948318246546663769</id><published>2010-09-30T13:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:56:23.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel Drug Tanezumab</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of my OA Google Alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://health.msn.com/health-topics/pain-management/arthritis/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100264321"&gt;Sometimes pain is good in protecting you.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is kind of cool. &amp;nbsp;Pfizer is developing a drug that inhibits something called Nerve Growth Factor. &amp;nbsp;NGF is something that helps your nervous system develop but is also released where there is inflammation, like in an arthritic knee. &amp;nbsp;The NGF binds to the cells which cause pain. &amp;nbsp;Inhibit NGF = less pain. &amp;nbsp;(As I understand it) &amp;nbsp;Neat idea. &amp;nbsp;It's novel therapy, meaning no other drug works this way so obviously I'm interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so neat is the FDA halting Phase III because too many people had to under go TKRs. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking that if you are that desperate for pain relief, you are headed down the path to the TKR anyways, it's just how fast you get there. &amp;nbsp; The linked line above is why I don't really push it... I want to preserve what I have for as long as I can. &amp;nbsp;At 33, every day counts. &amp;nbsp;I'll need to read more to see what the FDA's issue is. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps there is more to the degeneration than what the drug company/researchers are saying. &amp;nbsp; They believe that the degeneration is due to more activity because the knee doesn't hurt. &amp;nbsp;I totally get that. &amp;nbsp;But maybe there is some other sort of damage going on? &amp;nbsp;Like I said need to read more as I am totally interested in this possible treatment. &amp;nbsp;But having worked in Pharma I know it's still years down the road if at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than three weeks till my next shot. &amp;nbsp;My current 11:11 wish involves it lasting the 6 months... &amp;nbsp;I do worry though that when my knee doesn't hurt that I am doing damage. &amp;nbsp;You use it without thinking about it, like it's "normal" even. &amp;nbsp;But it's not. &amp;nbsp;Only when the pain wears off and you cringe with each step to you think, hey, my body is telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Article in the &lt;a href="http://www.nejm.org/doi/pdf/10.1056/NEJMoa0901510"&gt;New England Journal of Medicine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4948318246546663769?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4948318246546663769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4948318246546663769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4948318246546663769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4948318246546663769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/novel-drug-tanezumab.html' title='Novel Drug Tanezumab'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-885233770484669786</id><published>2010-09-27T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:29:28.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms</title><content type='html'>Already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochem on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;This stuff is seriously interesting. &amp;nbsp;But dense and time consuming. &amp;nbsp;School is like a job. &amp;nbsp;The seminar class I take for NUTR really tried to impart that on the room this evening. &amp;nbsp;Varied success I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of my mind. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait for the 20th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-885233770484669786?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/885233770484669786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=885233770484669786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/885233770484669786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/885233770484669786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/midterms.html' title='Midterms'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4256968831463237816</id><published>2010-09-20T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:21:21.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New pain in my repertoire</title><content type='html'>One thing I can't change is my osteoarthritis. &amp;nbsp;I can change how I deal with world when I hurt though... And I do hurt currently. &amp;nbsp;On a scale of one to ten I'd say it's a seven with no pills. &amp;nbsp;A manageable five with ibuprofen and blissfully calm three right after I ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time when the Synvisc wore off it came with a bunch of fluid that is sitting around my knee cap. &amp;nbsp;As the fluid built up my knee cap started hurting more and more. &amp;nbsp;I've never had any OA pain behind the patella before but I suspect that's what this horrible achy burny grinding is. &amp;nbsp;It's not like the OA pain in other compartments probably because it's a non weight bearing part of&amp;nbsp;the joint. &amp;nbsp; Regardless it's new and different and I need to add it to the list of all the other places and ways in which my knee pains me. &amp;nbsp;What's one more right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except... &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure I can take much more. &amp;nbsp;I'm a bit of a grumpy gus right now. &amp;nbsp;Blog is place to vent as I don't self medicate with food or drugs. &amp;nbsp;If only I could talk about it and somehow that would lesson the ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting to compare and contrast this OA pain in the patellofemoral compartment as opposed to the medial and lateral compartments. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if this cartilage is degrading in the same way as the rest of it. Interesting to me how it just hurts differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about pain too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4256968831463237816?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4256968831463237816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4256968831463237816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4256968831463237816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4256968831463237816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-pain-in-my-repertoire.html' title='New pain in my repertoire'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6788414912113124185</id><published>2010-09-20T11:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:57:52.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying</title><content type='html'>Instead of expecting/wishing/hoping others will change. &amp;nbsp;Focus on changing yourself. &amp;nbsp;That way YOU get to decide which way things go instead of whatever direction someone else kicks your heart or your will power or what have you. &amp;nbsp;It's not as easy of course but at least you get to call the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example... &amp;nbsp;my husband is out of town this week and over the weekend he went out and bought a bunch of sugary snacks. &amp;nbsp;I could sit around and lament the fact that he brings this stuff into the house, I can ask him to please not to but in the end I can't expect him to change. &amp;nbsp;We've been together for over 8 years now and I have had to make peace with this. &amp;nbsp;The only thing I can change is how I react to his behaviors. &amp;nbsp;That way I am in control. &amp;nbsp;It might be hard but I have no one else to blame but myself and I am not living with constant disappointment. &amp;nbsp;Disappointment sits on your heart and makes you miserable. &amp;nbsp;Misery loves company but I have no interest in bring other people down. &amp;nbsp;So I take charge to avoid making myself miserable. &amp;nbsp;Make sense? &amp;nbsp; You can apply this to all sorts of aspects of life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6788414912113124185?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6788414912113124185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6788414912113124185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6788414912113124185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6788414912113124185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-saying.html' title='Just saying'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7367951842185160315</id><published>2010-09-19T13:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:28:59.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capable to Cripple</title><content type='html'>I think all this feeling of inadequacy is simply because I hurt again. &amp;nbsp;Pain manifests itself in so many ways in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to feel positive about life, yourself and interactions with others when all you want to do is cry. &amp;nbsp;Or cut your own leg off at the knee with a butter knife. &amp;nbsp;That might actually hurt less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cane is back in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7367951842185160315?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7367951842185160315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7367951842185160315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7367951842185160315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7367951842185160315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/mobile-to-cripple.html' title='Capable to Cripple'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1748929711603465907</id><published>2010-09-19T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:24:35.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that feeling?</title><content type='html'>That one that where you feel like you are watching people interact around you? &amp;nbsp;But not with you? &amp;nbsp;That feeling of being excluded because of your weight? &amp;nbsp;How much of that is self fulfilling? &amp;nbsp;Is it actually real or just in your head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a fat kid maybe it was obvious on the playground, never being part of the gossipy girls clique, but not able to play with boys. &amp;nbsp;In high school maybe it meant that all the best seats were taken in the dinning hall or you were never invited to hang out in other peoples rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of who we are as adults comes from our past. &amp;nbsp;Growing up hassled &amp;amp; fat is something I am still trying to over come. &amp;nbsp;I guess I like to think that if I put on a happy face (which I've always done) and a nice dress everything will be okay, but in reality, I think those wounds might be deeper than I realize.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still feel like I need validation, which is totally stupid &amp;amp; silly, but is in fact the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1748929711603465907?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1748929711603465907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1748929711603465907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1748929711603465907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1748929711603465907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-that-feeling.html' title='You know that feeling?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-643658257950120384</id><published>2010-09-18T00:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:21:03.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People make judgements on limited information</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with my former boss the other evening. &amp;nbsp;I have no doubt that our friendship and mentor/mentee relationship (and it's so not Sienfeld) will continue to grow. &amp;nbsp;It was like no time had passed at all. &amp;nbsp;The title of this post... is what she had to say about why she gets dressed up every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more. &amp;nbsp;It's human nature to judge... &amp;nbsp;I prefer to give less ammunition than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ1_ckBEBI/AAAAAAAABE0/9WNEPkvGgbM/s1600/IMG_1088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ1_ckBEBI/AAAAAAAABE0/9WNEPkvGgbM/s320/IMG_1088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ2EjaSkAI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y_WBqw3NrRQ/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ2EjaSkAI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y_WBqw3NrRQ/s320/IMG_1159.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ2EjaSkAI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y_WBqw3NrRQ/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore this last Friday... &amp;nbsp;Jeans are Banana Republic with JCrew braided belt. &amp;nbsp;On top is black silk cami from Ann Taylor, brown velvet track jacket from JCrew and the leather vest is something I thrifted, size medium from Neiman Marcus. &amp;nbsp;It's one of my favorite pieces for this fall. &amp;nbsp;I never leave the house without jewelry and here I am wearing one of twin sis' antique crystal necklaces. &amp;nbsp;Same day, but later, hair has been cut and I'm out for beers. &amp;nbsp;I was struck by how freaking tiny my thighs look to me in this picture. &amp;nbsp;Subtle yet noticeable difference I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3Ru_2zKI/AAAAAAAABFE/qDdttPIW9aA/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3Ru_2zKI/AAAAAAAABFE/qDdttPIW9aA/s320/IMG_1365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ4yqObMBI/AAAAAAAABFU/CYXQFw9pkhM/s1600/IMG_1337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ4yqObMBI/AAAAAAAABFU/CYXQFw9pkhM/s320/IMG_1337.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ4yqObMBI/AAAAAAAABFU/CYXQFw9pkhM/s1600/IMG_1337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;something I wore last week maybe? &amp;nbsp;Felt a bit bold wearing stripes and spots, but it worked! &amp;nbsp;Dress is wrap from JCrew and sweater is from Banana Republic. &amp;nbsp;Earrings are screwbacks, pressed base metal with milk glass beads. &amp;nbsp;This was an outfit I wore to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3Ru_2zKI/AAAAAAAABFE/qDdttPIW9aA/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3ZFkGjfI/AAAAAAAABFM/b3KY_ySeDJI/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3ZFkGjfI/AAAAAAAABFM/b3KY_ySeDJI/s320/IMG_1116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ3ZFkGjfI/AAAAAAAABFM/b3KY_ySeDJI/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I take A LOT of pictures of myself. &amp;nbsp;I am addicted to my iphone but after having avoided myself for so long... I dunno I guess I expect the novelty to wear off but it doesn't. &amp;nbsp;I look at pictures of myself sometimes and still feel unreconizable. &amp;nbsp;I was trying to get a picture of my knee here. &amp;nbsp;I swear it changes shape on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp;I wish I had a better picture of this outfit. &amp;nbsp;The jacket is vinatge and wool. &amp;nbsp;It's has a very simple military look and fits great. &amp;nbsp;Underneath is a silk shirt from a label I can't recall... &amp;nbsp;scoop neck with a big bow at the collar. &amp;nbsp;Skirt is Calvin Klein and yes, it's leather. &amp;nbsp;I wore this to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This past Thursday I finally wore jeans for the first time to UNH. &amp;nbsp;Six classes in and the girl who sits next to me in Nutrition Education &amp;amp; Counseling (who also works at JCrew Outlet) said she was glad to see I was capable of dressing it down. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-643658257950120384?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/643658257950120384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=643658257950120384&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/643658257950120384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/643658257950120384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/people-make-judgements-on-limited.html' title='People make judgements on limited information'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TJQ1_ckBEBI/AAAAAAAABE0/9WNEPkvGgbM/s72-c/IMG_1088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4192935681755222751</id><published>2010-09-17T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:22:26.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storage Bins</title><content type='html'>I will be sticking to my 5 years surgery free policy but I just have to say that when I gain any weight right now it so very OBVIOUSLY shows up in my arms. &amp;nbsp;Natural systems tend toward lower energy states. &amp;nbsp;It's much easier for my body to puff up an already existing fat cell than to create a new one. &amp;nbsp;I noticed this last year after the tummy but it's more pronounced that I don't have those fat deposits in my thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my arms are fat. &amp;nbsp;I'm still sitting at 162ish but those extra pounds are sitting only in my arms. &amp;nbsp;I cried the other morning when I couldn't comfortably wear one of my most favorite long sleeve button down shirts. &amp;nbsp;My husband bought it for me when I was newly thin, button downs weren't something I ever really wore. &amp;nbsp;This color and fit was perfect ( I &amp;lt;3 Calvin Klein btw) and I've even replaced the buttons when I lost two. &amp;nbsp;Nothing I can do about the arms however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lose a few and lift. &amp;nbsp;I've been to the gym this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4192935681755222751?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4192935681755222751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4192935681755222751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4192935681755222751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4192935681755222751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/storage-bins.html' title='Storage Bins'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4735444061438117390</id><published>2010-09-11T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:12:50.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you see when you look at this picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tan, my belly button, my curve? &amp;nbsp;Or do you see my scar? &amp;nbsp;Or maybe the spot where I did not hold together last summer, the unsettled knot underneath the end of one of this summer's incisions, stretch marks, veins, dog ears, &amp;amp; leftover lumps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I had to go through to get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TIvKIDzNzcI/AAAAAAAABEs/0pQsa9lZp54/s1600/Photo+1351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TIvKIDzNzcI/AAAAAAAABEs/0pQsa9lZp54/s320/Photo+1351.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you think, "Good for her!" &amp;nbsp;Or maybe, "Oh that vain bitch..." Or possibly, &amp;nbsp;"Who is she kidding?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've had some jealousy and dishonesty come into my life recently. &amp;nbsp;I don't like it and am embarrassed to say at first I took it for respect. &amp;nbsp; I expect people to be who they say they are. &amp;nbsp;I don't show the world much but when I do it's all me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4735444061438117390?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4735444061438117390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4735444061438117390&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4735444061438117390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4735444061438117390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/naked-expectations.html' title='Naked Expectations'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TIvKIDzNzcI/AAAAAAAABEs/0pQsa9lZp54/s72-c/Photo+1351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1752688855940935366</id><published>2010-09-11T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:40:48.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Fat Girl</title><content type='html'>Ack. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://screamingfatgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;You're gone&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********Edited to add********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting it back up, like I said, I think they are important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started school again and two weeks in and I am a bit overwhelmed thinking of myself in their terms. &amp;nbsp;These need to become my terms. &amp;nbsp;I know I'll get there, but the education is going to be a bit bumpy while I reconsider the past 10 years or so. &amp;nbsp;I did it my way, but to help other people help themselves I have to do it their way. With their jargon, not just the ADA's, but all the phycology that goes along with it. &amp;nbsp; My exposure seems woefully limited to this one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog was incredibly insightful... you think about yourself in their terms. &amp;nbsp;I need to get there. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking about it all week. &amp;nbsp;It's a nice change of pace from thinking about my knee actually. /blogress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to go back and read some more of your archives. &amp;nbsp;Totally selfish and I admit it-- but I wish you didn't have to go private to go dark. &amp;nbsp;I'd hate to think that you would be one of those blogs that just disappears. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps ironically because of your success instead of failure? &amp;nbsp;I have no idea why you've gone, but I wish you well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1752688855940935366?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1752688855940935366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1752688855940935366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1752688855940935366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1752688855940935366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/screaming-fat-girl.html' title='Screaming Fat Girl'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8637119734635007581</id><published>2010-09-07T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:05:35.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Change</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew &lt;a href="http://stagesofchange.blogspot.com/"&gt;why&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Up until this week I was unaware that Stages of Change is actually a behavioral model or framework with which you can measure someone's readiness to change to healthier eating habits. &amp;nbsp;Apparently I have reached the final stage, Termination, in which a client (or in this case me) &amp;nbsp;has maintained their changes for more than five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read that all I could think about was the blog I used to read and how the community is aware of a different kind of termination. &amp;nbsp;I hope that he found peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8637119734635007581?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8637119734635007581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8637119734635007581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8637119734635007581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8637119734635007581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/stages-of-change.html' title='Stages of Change'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-9059422564214479241</id><published>2010-09-06T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:27:27.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat &amp; Lazy</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I'll be able to escape the fat &amp;amp; lazy mindset completely. &amp;nbsp;Takes over when I am in pain. &amp;nbsp;The only thing that keeps me from self medicating with food is more pain. &amp;nbsp;So I guess now it's pain that makes me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a commitment to do some volunteer stuff. &amp;nbsp;Been called out on my fat &amp;amp; lazy ways and it's true... &amp;nbsp;I need to be doing more. &amp;nbsp;August ground to a halt when the shot wore off. &amp;nbsp;Can't live my life like that. &amp;nbsp;Can't let pain dictate who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking mornings a couple times a week at the Greater Boston Food Bank. &amp;nbsp;It's nearby, easy to get too and at a ground level I want to know what people are getting to eat. &amp;nbsp;Classes have my mind all over the place. &amp;nbsp;What do I want to be when I grow up? &amp;nbsp;I know I come from privilege (contributes to my fat and lazy ways) and some education on what's it like for so many should come from doing some good I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the school work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-9059422564214479241?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9059422564214479241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=9059422564214479241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/9059422564214479241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/9059422564214479241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/fat-lazy.html' title='Fat &amp; Lazy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5240821430430877074</id><published>2010-08-28T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:07:53.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay in school kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I'm slightly overwhelmed by the fact it will take me longer to become a registered dietitian than it will have taken me to lose the 185 pounds. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I was such a _____________ in college. &amp;nbsp;Too fat to fit in the seats and yet to ashamed to do anything about it. &amp;nbsp;Such a cycle that was, semester after semester. &amp;nbsp;Add in some surgery and my GPA is a disaster from CU Boulder. &amp;nbsp;Sad thing is, when I went to class, all A's and B's. &amp;nbsp;The F's show up when I stopped caring. &amp;nbsp;Fastest way ever to tank your GPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;When my husband and I decided that I would go back to school I never dreamed it would take me this long. &amp;nbsp;Science in college would have been helpful, but that's life. &amp;nbsp;Getting laid off a couple of weeks earlier would have helped moved this along by a whole year, but what can you do. &amp;nbsp;Life happens at its own pace, even if it is that of a snail. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I was never a math and science kind of girl. &amp;nbsp;I know that now, now, I can do it. &amp;nbsp;I can even hold my own with the over achievers of the world as evidence by the fact that I've taken almost all of these science classes at the Harvard Extension School. &amp;nbsp;Since it's still Harvard and they have a name and reputation to protect these classes are not your regular continuing ed types. Alas Harvard doesn't do nutrition, at least not at the Ext.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Enter UNH. &amp;nbsp;Turns out that I don't actually have to get the masters right now to be an RD. &amp;nbsp;You can get an accredited university to sign off on your course work, do the internship, take the exam and get credentialed. &amp;nbsp;I can do this at UNH and I am super excited that I am finally at the point where I can take actual nutrition related classes! &amp;nbsp;I have 16 left and can do this in two years taking course credit load and financial limitations into consideration. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to have a plan in place (that doesn't involve rejection) and to be moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;So this semester is my last class at the Harvard Extension School-- Biochem. &amp;nbsp; Trying again, I dropped it last fall after an unfortunate flu shot reaction and nasty fall cold that cut into a lecture before the first exam in week three. &amp;nbsp;I'm actually glad I dropped it as I'll get a ton more out of this class now that I have taken Organic Chemistry and Anatomy and Physiology. &amp;nbsp;For the nutrition classes I'll be commuting to UNH three times a week and they include, Clinical Perspectives in Nutrition (Here's what you can do with this degree type of thing), US Healthcare System and Nutrition Education &amp;amp; Counseling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Someday I'll have a shingle with my name on it. &amp;nbsp;This process, like the process of losing weight, while long and drawn out can only have goodness at the end. &amp;nbsp;I know it's cliche, but anything worth having is worth working for. &amp;nbsp;And for me, the journey is just as important as the destination. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;But that's another post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5240821430430877074?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5240821430430877074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5240821430430877074&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5240821430430877074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5240821430430877074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/stay-in-school-kids.html' title='Stay in school kids!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7094316032349134425</id><published>2010-08-21T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:50:03.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thigh lift scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ouch, I have to say that my scars, especially when I sit cross-legged, are a bit on the painful side. &amp;nbsp;We have reached the point where they are tightening up before they let go again. &amp;nbsp;They are also pulling in a weird way and I'm not sure if that has to do with how I am healing or if it's just swelling that's makeing me feel tight. &amp;nbsp;I haven't had a follow up since before vacation-- I should make that call. &amp;nbsp;I'm curious if all the bike riding I have been doing is contributing to the change in the way the scars look (and how I am staying together) or if that's just what is supposed to happen. &amp;nbsp;I knew the scars weren't going to be pretty but it's a noticeable difference. &amp;nbsp;At least&amp;nbsp;to me anyway, I've posted a picture after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/THABqC5PUQI/AAAAAAAABD8/pcA_F7gocDY/s1600/photo-64.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/THABqC5PUQI/AAAAAAAABD8/pcA_F7gocDY/s320/photo-64.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reference. &amp;nbsp;I'm sitting in a lounge chair on porch. &amp;nbsp;This is the T junction on my left leg and that's a Kaplan GRE book sitting on my lap. &amp;nbsp;I took this picture with the back-sided camera on my iPhone and am pretty impressed with the detail, including the hairs in my scar line. ;) You can also see how the vertical (on me, horizontal in the picture) scar is breaking/pulling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7094316032349134425?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7094316032349134425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7094316032349134425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7094316032349134425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7094316032349134425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/thigh-lift-scars.html' title='Thigh lift scars'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/THABqC5PUQI/AAAAAAAABD8/pcA_F7gocDY/s72-c/photo-64.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-532888807996942855</id><published>2010-08-18T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:40:19.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bounced</title><content type='html'>All the way to 167! &amp;nbsp;I'm off a few from that now, back in the low 160's but it happens, still, and I suspect that my weight will continue to fluctuate. &amp;nbsp;I think knowing that allows me not to freak out. &amp;nbsp;It's a range, my clothes still fit (although some better than others) and when I bounce like that I am still the same me. &amp;nbsp;The me who has lost over 180 pounds and kept it off for almost six years. &amp;nbsp;So this is me, giving myself some credit. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and also, random post plastic surgery thought. &amp;nbsp;I have a crotch now. &amp;nbsp;Kind of crass to put it that way but it's true. &amp;nbsp;This last surgery really made that apparent to me. &amp;nbsp;A lifetime of not being able to see those parts... &amp;nbsp;you notice when they are visible and readily accessible. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-532888807996942855?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/532888807996942855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=532888807996942855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/532888807996942855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/532888807996942855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-bounced.html' title='I bounced'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2771542668329620486</id><published>2010-08-16T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:32:38.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw Moose</title><content type='html'>Another reason why my knee is doomed. From an article in the New York Times, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/17/health/research/17moose.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moose Offer Trail of Clues on Arthritis&lt;/a&gt; by Pam Belluck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The arthritic Bullwinkles got that way because of poor nutrition early in life, an extraordinary 50-year research project has discovered. That could mean, scientists say, that some people’s arthritis can be linked in part to nutritional deficits, in the womb and possibly throughout childhood.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's add nutritional deficiencies to the list that also includes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;obesity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ACL problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surgical trauma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;general trauma (car accidents, falls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;genetics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;infection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2771542668329620486?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2771542668329620486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2771542668329620486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2771542668329620486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2771542668329620486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-saw-moose.html' title='I saw Moose'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4423562791968755803</id><published>2010-08-16T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:07:49.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch I need to brain dump</title><content type='html'>I'm having a rough day. &amp;nbsp;Life &lt;i&gt;seems&lt;/i&gt; up in the air at the moment but it's really not because I know that whatever comes will have a process, something to work through. &amp;nbsp;I am the biggest procrastinator. &amp;nbsp;I used to blame it on my weight, but I am kinda lazy sometimes, especially when I hurt or am overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;And that's me today, physically hurting and overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;And I have no business being lazy with the summer coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smacked myself in the eye last night with a glass hummingbird. &amp;nbsp;Yes, you read that right. &amp;nbsp;Today I had to pack off my husband for a trip to the left coast for a depo, woke up early in pain but got to see a happy twin sis, ran some errands and then came home and cried. &amp;nbsp;My face hurts, my heart hurts and it's cloudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGnEcw_xovI/AAAAAAAABD0/o9j3vDndOOw/s1600/Photo+1318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGnEcw_xovI/AAAAAAAABD0/o9j3vDndOOw/s320/Photo+1318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ouch. &amp;nbsp;Hoping 3 hours of immediate icing keeps most of the bruising at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day and I am making plans. &amp;nbsp;Fall semester has come together and I will apply for programs this fall come hell or high water. &amp;nbsp;I fear rejection and not having good enough recommendations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is really about being lonely I think. &amp;nbsp;I have this life, that I love, but I still crave interaction and I really wish that I had gotten more of a head start on it. &amp;nbsp;Comforting myself with the fact that I have already done so much only gets you so far. &amp;nbsp;I just have to keep moving forward, even if I'm all teary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohooing gets me nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4423562791968755803?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4423562791968755803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4423562791968755803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4423562791968755803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4423562791968755803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ouch-i-need-to-brain-dump.html' title='Ouch I need to brain dump'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGnEcw_xovI/AAAAAAAABD0/o9j3vDndOOw/s72-c/Photo+1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1212797401713350990</id><published>2010-08-10T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:58:47.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>I'd take back all that skin for a knee in good working order. &amp;nbsp;Pain is a weight I don't feel I'll ever escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1212797401713350990?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1212797401713350990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1212797401713350990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1212797401713350990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1212797401713350990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6274343293672645314</id><published>2010-08-10T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:43:53.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm at with my thighs</title><content type='html'>I'm super happy with the results but I do wish that the incision on the inside of my thighs went further down. &amp;nbsp;I feel like there is still too much skin (and now with even less up higher) just above my knees. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to explain, but when I stand or sit even you really can't tell. &amp;nbsp;It's just when I kneel and really, how often do I actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first hike on vacation and it was already apparent that this surgery is a WIN! &amp;nbsp;It's such a different experience to walk from your hips and not your knees! &amp;nbsp;I think I must have mentioned at least 20 times on vacation how pleased I am with the results. &amp;nbsp;All that excess in the way is just gone. &amp;nbsp;I took a couple of pictures when I was in the hotel in Bozeman. &amp;nbsp;Hard to see... but that's the point right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHQC9odeqI/AAAAAAAABDo/kWi__nmwhlc/s1600/IMG_0965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHQC9odeqI/AAAAAAAABDo/kWi__nmwhlc/s320/IMG_0965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHP7ijq9yI/AAAAAAAABDg/tD5EiPlGXxY/s1600/IMG_0963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHP7ijq9yI/AAAAAAAABDg/tD5EiPlGXxY/s320/IMG_0963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm done with surgery for a while. &amp;nbsp;I need to work with what I have and although this body is not perfect, it's never going to be tight and there are parts of me that will always sag, I'm so grateful to have had the opportunity to fix myself up a bit. &amp;nbsp;I am struck by how much easier it is to be "skinny" in this body. &amp;nbsp;I tried hard not to let the skin bother me, but now that it's gone it's apparent to me that it's a mental weight that never really lets you go. &amp;nbsp;Scars don't weigh on me the way the skin did and I can't imagine stretching myself back out. &amp;nbsp;No way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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thighs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHQC9odeqI/AAAAAAAABDo/kWi__nmwhlc/s72-c/IMG_0965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4474020814110808358</id><published>2010-08-10T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:50:17.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few vacation photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHV2jQ8JI/AAAAAAAABBw/tqYqiOB8xBs/s1600/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHV2jQ8JI/AAAAAAAABBw/tqYqiOB8xBs/s320/IMG_0704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Said Iceberg in Iceberg Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHWNYmsTI/AAAAAAAABB4/RisBhftXRC4/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHWNYmsTI/AAAAAAAABB4/RisBhftXRC4/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Husband and I at the Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHWVoh0hI/AAAAAAAABCA/JsWsWPZnKqA/s1600/IMG_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHWVoh0hI/AAAAAAAABCA/JsWsWPZnKqA/s320/IMG_0740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Campsite at Grand Teton. &amp;nbsp;Be nice to your knees folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHW0ckpoI/AAAAAAAABCI/B3Vb0yoaA8g/s1600/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHW0ckpoI/AAAAAAAABCI/B3Vb0yoaA8g/s320/IMG_0758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From the Highline Trail on the way out to the Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHIMjQVHTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lSL1CCNMKgE/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHIMjQVHTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lSL1CCNMKgE/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Chalet at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHITxgigJI/AAAAAAAABCo/-EJ6da2-0oM/s1600/IMG_0830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHITxgigJI/AAAAAAAABCo/-EJ6da2-0oM/s320/IMG_0830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way down from the Chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHIwCcNVhI/AAAAAAAABCw/4s2W793Qqdk/s1600/IMG_0871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHIwCcNVhI/AAAAAAAABCw/4s2W793Qqdk/s320/IMG_0871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10 miles in the heat. &amp;nbsp;But there were Moose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHI57LTCcI/AAAAAAAABC4/1eZomDtdn8s/s1600/IMG_0891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHI57LTCcI/AAAAAAAABC4/1eZomDtdn8s/s320/IMG_0891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being silly after drinks at the Jackson Lake Lodge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJBYgPy_I/AAAAAAAABDA/RF7mMMYQACg/s1600/IMG_0920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJBYgPy_I/AAAAAAAABDA/RF7mMMYQACg/s320/IMG_0920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the personal sized sundae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJL2vVeSI/AAAAAAAABDI/WZb_TJ8RHuE/s1600/IMG_0948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJL2vVeSI/AAAAAAAABDI/WZb_TJ8RHuE/s320/IMG_0948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you could see the mosquitoes circling my head here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJT5pyihI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-JsFJU0CYLo/s1600/IMG_0992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJT5pyihI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-JsFJU0CYLo/s320/IMG_0992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most.Favorite.Geyser.Ever. &amp;nbsp;This is Grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJa9I21GI/AAAAAAAABDY/d5BjIqKfzV0/s1600/IMG_1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHJa9I21GI/AAAAAAAABDY/d5BjIqKfzV0/s320/IMG_1038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deep Fried Avocado. &amp;nbsp;Best thing all vacation and it was on our last night at the Montana State Fair. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4474020814110808358?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4474020814110808358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4474020814110808358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4474020814110808358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4474020814110808358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-vacation-photos.html' title='A few vacation photos...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TGHHV2jQ8JI/AAAAAAAABBw/tqYqiOB8xBs/s72-c/IMG_0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-8727217203267725851</id><published>2010-08-10T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:27:37.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is Over</title><content type='html'>Alas. &amp;nbsp;So we spent two weeks out west, Montana, Wyoming and a drive through Idaho just so I could say that I had been there. &amp;nbsp;I've been home for a week and miss my husband like crazy already. &amp;nbsp;I'm also back in pain. &amp;nbsp;We hiked a bunch on vacation... &amp;nbsp;well, a bunch for us. &amp;nbsp;In Glacier we hiked out to Iceberg Lake, 5 miles out and 5 miles back, &amp;nbsp;it had some elevation gain, but nothing too crazy. &amp;nbsp;I managed and in the end it was so worth it to wander through hillsides of wildflowers and to see an ACTUAL iceberg in a lake. &amp;nbsp;Neat. &amp;nbsp;Not so neat was the poor guy that we passed on the trail on our way back that had to be airlifted up and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next hike was out to the Granite Park Chalet. &amp;nbsp;Literature says its a 200 ft elevation gain, that's net, not actual. &amp;nbsp;I was distressed at one point when we came around a corner and had to go up over a haystack and across a snow field but I just kept going and I am so glad I did. &amp;nbsp;About half an hour from the Chalet and about 15 minutes after we had passed that point some rocks broke off the cliff, bounded down the hill and smashed into two teenagers. &amp;nbsp;They are going to be ok, but they also had to be airlifted up and out. &amp;nbsp;We spent the night at the Chalet and then the next day hiked back down. &amp;nbsp;You had to go up to go down and in the end it was about 2300 ft. of actual down. &amp;nbsp;DOwn is easier in someways, cardio mainly, but it' a bit rough on the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break after that, spent the day in Missoula and then it was off to Grand Teton. &amp;nbsp;Only one big hike there and it was all flat. &amp;nbsp;About 80 sunny and gorgeous we were hoping to do a lollypop trail but it ended up being more of sickle. &amp;nbsp;We had to back track as there was no bridge over a creek. &amp;nbsp;Earlier in the season it had been closed for bear management. &amp;nbsp;The mud looked like it would suck us right in so we turned around. &amp;nbsp;Worth the effort however as there were two moose just chilling about 250 yards away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was up to Yellowstone. We've been a bunch and this time took in oldie but goodie sites. &amp;nbsp;Walked the 350+ stairs down Uncle Toms Trail in Canyon to get to the viewing area for the lower falls. &amp;nbsp;We hiked up to Inspiration point to see Old Faithful go off. &amp;nbsp;We wandered our favorite boardwalks in various geyser basins and in generally recouped from our first week. &amp;nbsp;We also bailed to Bozeman, after watching mother nature kick peoples ass already (also climbers struck by lightening at Grand Teton and a drowning at Yellowstone) I was kind of done when that Grizzly bear ate that poor man in a campground just north of the park. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why that bothered me so, but nature is no joke out there. &amp;nbsp;I feel very lucky that I only had one oops moment. &amp;nbsp;It was in Yellowstone and we were coming off of Inspiration point and my left foot slid. &amp;nbsp;I could literally feel my femur scrape across my tibia. &amp;nbsp;Yikes! &amp;nbsp;But I didn't fall! &amp;nbsp;This was huge for me.... and I know it is a result of the strengthening I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was almost two weeks ago and since then the knee has been going down hill. &amp;nbsp;Fast. &amp;nbsp;The Synvisc has worn off and I am sad to see it go. &amp;nbsp;The past week has involved some mental gymnastics. &amp;nbsp;Amazing to think about all these things I've just listed and I did them PAIN FREE. &amp;nbsp;Now I wince when I get out of bed in the morning. &amp;nbsp;I wish it wasn't so up and down, but what can you do. &amp;nbsp;Live. &amp;nbsp;And that's what I did. &amp;nbsp;I iced whenever I could but mostly I just did my thing. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome and freeing and I can't wait for the day that's me all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-8727217203267725851?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8727217203267725851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=8727217203267725851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8727217203267725851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/8727217203267725851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-is-over.html' title='Vacation is Over'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1476711091856758026</id><published>2010-07-23T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:44:27.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at a laundry mat in Missoula Montana this morning.  We've spent the week in Glacier National Park and are headed to Grand Teton today and then up to Yellowstone by early next week.  It's been lovely to spend this time with my husband.  We have rented a convertible and thankfully his ear is cooperating so we have been able to chat while I get sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we chatted about food and how he just can't eat anymore when he's full.  What started the conversation was his being behind some woman at a mini mart who was buying a 44 ounce Sprite and 3 bags of pork rinds.  Normally he does not pay attention to that kind of thing but he mentioned it to me when he got in the car and then again about 50 miles down the road.  He wondered why she would do that?  Consume that many calories with no nutritional value... Hard to say but every reason I came up with he couldn't really relate too.  It was enlightening to actually discuss this with him again.  I don't think he really understood how important he has been to me in my journey.  I've said in the past that I have learned from him.  So true- his biology is something I think many heavy people covet.  I know I'm not built like him but I can take cues from how he lives with food. There is no right way to lose weight ( well, within reason) or keep it off... We are all different but how wonderful that we can learn from one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1476711091856758026?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1476711091856758026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1476711091856758026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1476711091856758026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1476711091856758026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2766789976025413713</id><published>2010-07-07T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:33:19.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weeks Post Op</title><content type='html'>Maybe I have gotten a bit aggressive with the activity? &amp;nbsp;I have also been slacking on the compression garments in this heat and now I am paying price. &amp;nbsp;I have a small fluid pocket. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping it will reabsorb over night. &amp;nbsp;I have garment on and plan on leaving it there for a few days. &amp;nbsp;Well, I'll change it out but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left side is just about healed. &amp;nbsp;I'm almost there! &amp;nbsp;Scars are tightening again a bit right now... as they do at about 6 weeks. &amp;nbsp;It's slightly uncomfortable but it's not keeping me from actually using the toilet like a real person again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym is totally different experience in this body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2766789976025413713?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2766789976025413713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2766789976025413713&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2766789976025413713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2766789976025413713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/07/six-weeks-post-op.html' title='Six Weeks Post Op'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5859889478666780101</id><published>2010-07-06T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:33:55.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I joined a gym</title><content type='html'>For real and true. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of being skinny fat and weak. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of making excuses for myself. &amp;nbsp;I don't want or need to lose any weight, I just want to be steady on my feet. &amp;nbsp;We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the lack of blogging. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, especially after I've been sitting on my ass for weeks thinking about how and why I have gotten to where I am-- I need the break. &amp;nbsp;You see I don't always think about this stuff anymore. &amp;nbsp;I just live my life. &amp;nbsp;I hate how that sounds, but it's true. &amp;nbsp; Plastics brings all back for me, it's like a former life and as I've said, I don't mind the reminder of who I once was, but I prefer to look forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5859889478666780101?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5859889478666780101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5859889478666780101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5859889478666780101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5859889478666780101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-joined-gym.html' title='I joined a gym'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1820519570316915887</id><published>2010-06-29T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:46:53.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>When I stop blogging it's because I get busy. &amp;nbsp;Self imposed busy but I like it. &amp;nbsp;Sitting around thinking about healing stops helping after a while. &amp;nbsp;Miles walked, trips taken, exercise done... sunshine sat in :c) &amp;nbsp;That's what's making me better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the freedom that comes with this life in this body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1820519570316915887?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1820519570316915887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1820519570316915887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1820519570316915887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1820519570316915887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1936946741276407104</id><published>2010-06-23T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:28:07.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you eat in the bedroom?</title><content type='html'>Husband and I have had many conversations about this. &amp;nbsp;No eating in bed, please. &amp;nbsp;I know I made the mistake of having a popsicle recently and I think that made it seem like I was okay with it. &amp;nbsp;But I'm not, I just wasn't moving that well after surgery. It's a combination of things... the chewing noises, the crumbs, the chocolate on white sheets and of course it's also mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me bedtime is that-- bedtime, crawl in, close your eyes and drift off. &amp;nbsp;I have a hard time falling asleep and often can't until he shows up. &amp;nbsp;Husband takes his time, needs to decompress, I get it, but I don't understand why that includes a snack in bed when he could have easily stayed at his computer and eaten there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now he crawled into bed with a piece of chocolate cake! &amp;nbsp;I kicked him out and I don't feel bad about it. &amp;nbsp;It's late, I have to get up early for therapy and I just want some rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear this is something he will never understand about me. &amp;nbsp;I try so hard not to let my food ish affect his life, I know I have said before my issues should not be his issues. &amp;nbsp;I fail at that sometimes and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, chocolate cake? &amp;nbsp;Sigh, it's something to talk to my therapist about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1936946741276407104?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1936946741276407104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1936946741276407104&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1936946741276407104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1936946741276407104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-eat-in-bedroom.html' title='Do you eat in the bedroom?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5034168093908441734</id><published>2010-06-22T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:13:18.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotten all clear for...</title><content type='html'>Walking. &amp;nbsp;Any distance I want. &amp;nbsp;This is excellent news. &amp;nbsp; Even though that spot on left leg is still healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news husband came home the other day with literature from the office building... &amp;nbsp;There is a really nice gym near by. &amp;nbsp;Like between here and his work. &amp;nbsp;It's the health club attached to one of the hotels and it has a pool. &amp;nbsp;He's been encouraging me to join. &amp;nbsp;Not in a "Honey, you're fat way," but in a "Honey, you are unsteady on your feet," way. &amp;nbsp;I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to add some exercise back into my life. &amp;nbsp;The excuses are getting old. &amp;nbsp;Even I am tired of them and they sound so hollow. &amp;nbsp;I can keep my pain manageable. &amp;nbsp;And the wear &amp;amp; tear? &amp;nbsp;It's going to happen regardless. &amp;nbsp;Maybe being stronger will balance that out? &amp;nbsp;I don't know, but I should at least try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5034168093908441734?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5034168093908441734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5034168093908441734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5034168093908441734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5034168093908441734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-gotten-all-clear-for.html' title='I&apos;ve gotten all clear for...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1242148789687587317</id><published>2010-06-20T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:14:28.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best.Post.Ever.</title><content type='html'>Do you read &lt;a href="http://screamingfatgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Screaming Fat Girl&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should, if only for this post on &lt;a href="http://screamingfatgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/obsession.html"&gt;Obsession&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Amazing writer giving life change some serious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, still healing. &amp;nbsp;Out and living my life this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I went to party last night where I had too much to eat and a steady stream of frozen slushy drinks all evening. &amp;nbsp;It was lovely. &amp;nbsp;I got caught up in person with women whom I haven't seen since Jr. High. &amp;nbsp;Encouraged me that I am on the right path towards what I want to do with my life. &amp;nbsp;I'm preferring being the cheerleader as opposed to the one who needs cheering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1242148789687587317?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1242148789687587317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1242148789687587317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1242148789687587317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1242148789687587317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/bestpostever.html' title='Best.Post.Ever.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-5929279370009816692</id><published>2010-06-18T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:11:52.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be happy to leave this experience behind me!</title><content type='html'>Eventually. &amp;nbsp;I don't mind the reminder of who I used to be but I prefer to live my life looking forward. &amp;nbsp;Heavy Sarah was a while ago now... Seven years ago I was on my way down. &amp;nbsp;That's a long time to establish a pretty good lifestyle change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery is mentally consuming, at least for me. &amp;nbsp;I'll be happy to free up that brain space again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my stitches are out, but there is still a spot that is open. &amp;nbsp;Husband tells me it doesn't look as angry red as it did last week and the plastic surgeon also thinks it looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nasty &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hematomas&lt;/span&gt; on the the backs of my thighs. &amp;nbsp;I've been icing and asked for more pain &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Not much else I can do but to wait for the blood to be reabsorbed or broken down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the update, been better with sunshine again and starting to notice a real difference. &amp;nbsp;I think when all the swelling is gone it will be awesome. &amp;nbsp;And might even spur me to tone up a little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-5929279370009816692?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5929279370009816692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=5929279370009816692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5929279370009816692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/5929279370009816692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-be-happy-to-leave-this-experience.html' title='I&apos;ll be happy to leave this experience behind me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-637438815076416603</id><published>2010-06-16T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:20:30.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is better!  Three weeks post thigh lift...</title><content type='html'>Note to self. &amp;nbsp;No betadine today! &amp;nbsp;Last of my stitches come out today, and that's good because they unravelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs look much better today. &amp;nbsp;Sorry for posting pictures of the awfulness, but I suspect far more people go through this (and worse) than actually say. &amp;nbsp;Something about plastic surgery is supposed to be all glossy. &amp;nbsp;It's not, it's surgery. &amp;nbsp;It's something that has to be endured unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at three weeks I can say this was a success. &amp;nbsp;Knock on wood. &amp;nbsp;Ortho Doc said he was glad to hear I got through this okay. &amp;nbsp;Okay is a relative term, but no massive courses of anti-biotics is a success in my book. &amp;nbsp;The rest will heal up and fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-637438815076416603?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/637438815076416603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=637438815076416603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/637438815076416603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/637438815076416603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-better-three-weeks-post-thigh.html' title='This is better!  Three weeks post thigh lift...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4437284924132894213</id><published>2010-06-14T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:07:17.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>I was able to sneak in some quick sunshine on the roof deck today. &amp;nbsp;I should have worn the two piece bathing suit as the one I have on in the picture pulled on my skin. &amp;nbsp;Lesson learned. I wasn't up there long, 90 seconds is what the doctor told me I needed to kill off the fungus. Mission accomplished. &amp;nbsp;And don't worry-- no neighbors were flashed in the pursuit of irradiating my microorganisms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect these kind of mild complications happen far more often with plastic surgery after massive weight loss than are talked about. &amp;nbsp;Still this is not easy to go through... but I was thinking to myself while sitting in the sunshine that my plastic surgery experience has renewed my faith in medicine. &amp;nbsp;I really feel like these surgeries benefit me physically. &amp;nbsp;Less fat cells on a formerly overweight person is always a good thing, forces my body to make more if it actually needs too. I also feel like my skin is generally healthier, after it has healed of course. &amp;nbsp;Obviously not quite there yet in the following pictures. &amp;nbsp;I snapped these with my iPhone. &amp;nbsp;They are a bit harsh so again, click ONLY if you aren't squeemish! &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even bring myself to put them under the fold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Leg - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UbrD0L3AvRpny13ZW9BJsjbSQOM2c_ZisDDWCId7tjY?feat=directlink"&gt;Steri-strip + Betadine + Microorganism = Ouch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Leg - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K3PRE8mGTqzVVaDxi41ljTbSQOM2c_ZisDDWCId7tjY?feat=directlink"&gt;But it is actually healing!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Leg - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UPyCPD7-iu3rFt2tRpkZczbSQOM2c_ZisDDWCId7tjY?feat=directlink"&gt;Steri-strip + Betadine + Microorganism = Not as bad Ouch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Leg - &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KlSgWtFTda8e45r8x-8qhDbSQOM2c_ZisDDWCId7tjY?feat=directlink"&gt;But is not healing as well...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today (until I got some sun and more Lotramin) have been two of the most uncomfortable that I have experienced. The itch and pain and have been pretty intense and I feel like I have been more swollen since the stitches came out on Friday. &amp;nbsp;Everyone else keeps telling me that the swelling has gone down however so maybe it is the fact I have been wearing the stage two compression garment during the day. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling quite compressed and since I removed all the steri-strips it helps me feel held together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I notice a difference tomorrow and my skin will be calmer, it's certainly starting to feel that way already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah + Sunshine = Happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4437284924132894213?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4437284924132894213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4437284924132894213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4437284924132894213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4437284924132894213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4480568999317910090</id><published>2010-06-13T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:53:21.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Admitting defeat while wearing my big girl panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVTKKmd6WI/AAAAAAAAA-s/KCRobfK5iCQ/s1600/Photo+1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVTKKmd6WI/AAAAAAAAA-s/KCRobfK5iCQ/s320/Photo+1141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am almost three weeks post surgery and I have an open spot. &amp;nbsp;I am not healing as I would have hoped. &amp;nbsp;I just need to remind myself that eventually my &amp;nbsp;leg and groin scars will look like the one above. &amp;nbsp;I actually really like this picture, you can see where last summer Dr. B &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZxPpe3sN9Qh62N8VPJ4LwTbSQOM2c_ZisDDWCId7tjY?feat=directlink"&gt;saved my birthmark for me&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You can also see my stretch marks, more battle scars that I have no problems showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below the jump you'll find a bunch of pictures of how I am healing. Some are kind of icky, and with that warning, click if you want to see what is stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVVQAUkFdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/7mj83Ftyr0g/s1600/Photo+1126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVVQAUkFdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/7mj83Ftyr0g/s400/Photo+1126.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See that awesome inflamed looking red spot that goes along the T. &amp;nbsp;It's the fungus I have been combatting and today it is itchy as all get out. &amp;nbsp;It's moved from spot to spot and just when I feel like I get a handle on it more of it shows up. &amp;nbsp;I don't understand what I am doing wrong-- I am swapping out three different kinds of anti-fungal creams and washing with an anti-fungal shampoo left over from my pre tummy tuck days. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully the sun will peak out soon because I have found that to be the best cure. &amp;nbsp;Until that happens again it's wash, dry, apply, dry and compress. &amp;nbsp;I thoroughly air dry too... with the help of my cool setting on my hair dryer. &amp;nbsp;I swear that stuff gets under the steri-strips, which can trap moisture and has a party. &amp;nbsp;When I left the doctors office on Friday I was fungus free. &amp;nbsp;Here it Sunday and I have stripped off countless steri-strips because of the itch. &amp;nbsp;This is the right leg and more or less healing okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVXUZSy-XI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2mqeaAww4OY/s1600/Photo+1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVXUZSy-XI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2mqeaAww4OY/s400/Photo+1138.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe this picture gives you an idea of just how uncomfortable this surgery is. Talk about an awkward spot to have stitches. Just above those two steri-strips is where it is starts to open. &amp;nbsp;It's kinda hard to see in this picture actually. &amp;nbsp;They took out the stitches on the vertical line but left the ones in the groin. &amp;nbsp;I wish this picture showed it better, but that is where it is "open." &amp;nbsp;Maybe about and inch and half long but I have no concept of how deep it is. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully not very. &amp;nbsp;I am glad they are still there holding me together as I am afraid that when they come out that area will pull apart. &amp;nbsp;It's "open" just about to where the incision goes under my panties. Once it does that he switched to the dissolvable kind that hold you together from the inside. &amp;nbsp;They make this weird bump, almost like you would see on the piping of a pillow. &amp;nbsp;He says they will flatten out and you can sort of see it on my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVdewpdXxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-WEzLh11rgE/s1600/Photo+1134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVdewpdXxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-WEzLh11rgE/s400/Photo+1134.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Those reddish purplish blotches are previous fungus. &amp;nbsp;I am happy they are starting to fade, not pretty to look at. &amp;nbsp;You can see the pull at the T here, if you enlarge photo it looks white, you can also see a little better how the skin is not healing. &amp;nbsp;The dark is the stitches and the redness is just how your skin looks when it's not holding together. I am reassured by the drainage that nothing is infected but it's hard not to be concerned about that given my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVfL90ABZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/jhKO-mCEwL4/s1600/Photo+1136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVfL90ABZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/jhKO-mCEwL4/s400/Photo+1136.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No obvious ickyness here. &amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how good it felt to put on a pair of real panties for a minute. &amp;nbsp;I felt normal. &amp;nbsp;I know I will heal, it's just going to take a moment. &amp;nbsp;I am trying so hard not to be disappointed, but it was hard coming to the conclusion that all my hopes and wishes for hassle free recovery are not going to come true this time. &amp;nbsp;Alas. &amp;nbsp;Looking at this picture though reminds me that it is all worth it. &amp;nbsp;To have a body close to what could have been organically mine is pretty damn awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4480568999317910090?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4480568999317910090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4480568999317910090&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4480568999317910090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4480568999317910090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/admitting-defeat-while-wearing-my-big.html' title='Admitting defeat while wearing my big girl panties'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TBVTKKmd6WI/AAAAAAAAA-s/KCRobfK5iCQ/s72-c/Photo+1141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-4057761166235427072</id><published>2010-06-12T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:48:07.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved</title><content type='html'>And took the very last small white pill leftover from last summer. &amp;nbsp;I only recently discovered there was still one that tiny little round celluloid box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't really help. &amp;nbsp;I don't get anxious about much but I do get anxious about healing. &amp;nbsp;I'm mad at myself for taking it because I've gotten this far without. &amp;nbsp;I was sad and lonely and a little stressed about the doctors appointment yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Medicine can be so marvelous but I feel forever scared by all of my past history. &amp;nbsp;Not just the being significantly over weight, but every complication, every reaction they all just weigh on me when I am trying to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left leg is healing... but when the plastic surgeon looked at it he thought it would be better to leave those stitches in a little longer. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to explain what I see but the skin is not staying together. &amp;nbsp;I think the tissue underneath has mostly healed it just needs to heal come back together at top. &amp;nbsp;This is a process and I would really like to see some progress. &amp;nbsp;But none yet. &amp;nbsp;Also at the T junction there is a bit of pull. &amp;nbsp;Same on the right I noticed when I got out of the shower earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get worried about open holes and germs. &amp;nbsp;Which is why I caved last night. &amp;nbsp;It's stupid that taking an anti-anxiety pill makes me feel weak. &amp;nbsp;But I do. &amp;nbsp;I'm in control of a lot of my life, but it is maddening that I can't just think myself better. &amp;nbsp;That I can't just think my immune system to be strong and do its job, or that I can't think my little cells to rebuild faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything I can. &amp;nbsp;I know that. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't make me any less petrified or consumed with worry at the end of a very long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-4057761166235427072?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4057761166235427072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=4057761166235427072&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4057761166235427072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/4057761166235427072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-caved.html' title='I caved'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-2168541669010861502</id><published>2010-06-11T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:15:47.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have stitches</title><content type='html'>As the surgeon said, "I think that's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left leg is not as good at healing as the right. &amp;nbsp;I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-2168541669010861502?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2168541669010861502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=2168541669010861502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2168541669010861502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/2168541669010861502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-still-have-stitches_11.html' title='I still have stitches'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1927841704610294894</id><published>2010-06-11T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:25:47.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying again</title><content type='html'>Questions for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;If you take the stitches out of my left groin will it all fall apart? &amp;nbsp;I'm skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;How many CC's of fat did you take out and how many went into my knee?&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;What's up with the top of my incision? &amp;nbsp;What exactly is that poking out and what do I do about it if it breaks through the skin?&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Where else might I see something dissolvable not dissolving? &lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;When can I have sex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1927841704610294894?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1927841704610294894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1927841704610294894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1927841704610294894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1927841704610294894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/trying-again.html' title='Trying again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7559255680139184863</id><published>2010-06-09T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:46:43.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last summer I had lorazepam</title><content type='html'>And it was easier. &amp;nbsp;I am stressing over every bump, lump, spot of pink, peeling skin and fading bruise. &amp;nbsp; I still expect it to take six weeks. &amp;nbsp;Just with a lesser degree of difficulty and maintenance on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the stitches. &amp;nbsp;What exactly is coming out on Friday I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I have not asked and it has been hard on my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deal. &amp;nbsp;I'm getting through this okay but I wish I could hurry up an heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-7559255680139184863?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7559255680139184863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=7559255680139184863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7559255680139184863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/7559255680139184863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-summer-i-had-lorazepam.html' title='Last summer I had lorazepam'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1575875506271564660</id><published>2010-06-08T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:55:46.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Food</title><content type='html'>I talk a lot about living with food. &amp;nbsp;As you can see in the previous post my husband in naturally thin. &amp;nbsp;His weight has not fluctuated much from that picture taken almost seven years ago. &amp;nbsp; He eats what he wants and while occasionally I get frustrated with the stuff he brings into the house, I've pretty much figured out that just because it's there doesn't mean I have to eat it. &amp;nbsp;This has not been an easy thing to learn or keep in check especially since that last 100 pounds of my weight gain was basically all emotional eating. &amp;nbsp;While I had always been heavy when life started falling apart in 1997 I self medicated with food. &amp;nbsp;A lot of calorically dense food eaten in mass quantities. &amp;nbsp;Most sweet or salty snacks were gone in a day, two at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been emotional, it has been stressful and I am proud of all the food you can still find in cabinet and on the counter. &amp;nbsp;I've read a lot of posts by emotional eaters, bingers and snackers lately. &amp;nbsp;I have been all of those in my past. &amp;nbsp;I've been maintaining for years and while it is easier, some weeks are harder than others. &amp;nbsp;There are few things I can not have in my house. &amp;nbsp;Oreos and Doritoes. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking about this since Tony posted about his trigger foods on his Facebook page. While they don't trigger me to eat other things, I really can't have them around because I will find myself eating the whole package. &amp;nbsp;Often I resort to pitching them and that behavior is not something I am totally comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's still in my closet that has me feeling pretty proud of myself today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA7M1-3v0tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kD-DcD_x_Og/s1600/NumberedCloset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA7M1-3v0tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kD-DcD_x_Og/s320/NumberedCloset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Ritz Pretzel Crackers - These have a very interesting taste. &amp;nbsp;Mom was not a fan so I brought them home. &amp;nbsp;They have been in my apartment for a week and half. &amp;nbsp;Half a box left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Chocolate Brownie Cliff Bars - Three still in the box. &amp;nbsp;Purchased by me before surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Hershey's Kisses - I asked for chocolate after surgery and Mom and twin sis came home with those, #5 and a Toblerone that is long gone. &amp;nbsp;It's a risk asking for others for chocolate and for some reason I always think people will come home with just a candy bar or a single cupcake, but that's never the case. &amp;nbsp;It's okay though, because once again, just because it is in my closet doesn't mean I have to eat it. There is about half a bag left and M and has eaten most of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Pistachios - I *heart* pistachios. &amp;nbsp;My Dad ate a ton of these nuts when I was a kid. &amp;nbsp;You would ask for a couple and that's what you would get. &amp;nbsp;A few meant three, several meant four. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;M bought these last week sometime. &amp;nbsp;About 1/3 of a bag left and both he and I have been enjoying them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms - Again purchased for me after surgery and about 1/3 of a bag left. &amp;nbsp;I've eaten most of them. &amp;nbsp;Mostly by the handful late in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Kettle Chips - Unopened. &amp;nbsp;These are something my husband bought apparently forgetting that he still has 8 snack sized bags of Cape Cod Chips sitting on the counter just out of view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. Brownies - This is the second pan. The first he made last week when he was having a tummy whim, I had two of those. When I started my period I asked for chocolate again. &amp;nbsp;I should have finished what we already had! &amp;nbsp;I had three out of this pan (crusts only) in the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. Granola - You can't see it because the door is closed, purchased by me for mixing in with my yogurt before surgery. &amp;nbsp;Over 3/4 of a bag left and it's the good kind! I had actually forgotten that it was there as it was hidden behind some taco shells. &amp;nbsp;Out of sight out of mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know for some, and for me for a good long while, it is simply easier not to have these kinds of foods in the house. &amp;nbsp;However it is not just me living here. &amp;nbsp;My issues are not my husband's issues. This is what I mean by living with food. &amp;nbsp;It's not denying myself treats, it's not eating everything I have all at once because it's there. &amp;nbsp;It's enjoying in moderation because I can make a choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1575875506271564660?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1575875506271564660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1575875506271564660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1575875506271564660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1575875506271564660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/living-with-food.html' title='Living with Food'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA7M1-3v0tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kD-DcD_x_Og/s72-c/NumberedCloset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-7381566409130724592</id><published>2010-06-08T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:42:16.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA6-TqqfnbI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JUD2W-WC3UY/s1600/Photo+1094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA6-TqqfnbI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JUD2W-WC3UY/s320/Photo+1094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just before January of 2004 when I embarked on the second stage of my weight loss. &amp;nbsp;My mom came across a bunch of pictures I had never seen this weekend when cleaning out down on the Cape. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I can get out to her house and scan them in as there are a couple I would like to add to my before and afters. &amp;nbsp;They are very few pictures of my husband and I when I was still heavy. &amp;nbsp;I see me in there... &amp;nbsp;Just waiting to get out from under the rest of the fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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2003'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TA6-TqqfnbI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JUD2W-WC3UY/s72-c/Photo+1094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3885700092265800601</id><published>2010-06-07T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:09:16.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have stitches</title><content type='html'>Seeing the plastic surgeon is always an interesting experience. &amp;nbsp;I'm all concerned about micro-organisms and he's all concerned with the results. &amp;nbsp;Me too, but... those will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he poked around and examined at me from the front and the back. &amp;nbsp;He is pleased with look and the outcome. &amp;nbsp;I always like to hear that. &amp;nbsp;I had doubled up on the pain killers in anticipation of getting the stitches out today and he did not take them out. &amp;nbsp;I still have fungus issues. &amp;nbsp;Said to start alternating the topical creams and he would take them out on Friday. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't entirely clear to me if it was because he wanted them in longer (that will be 16 days) or if it was because of the fungus. &amp;nbsp;Probably a bit a both. &amp;nbsp;So I continue to wash and dry and apply. &amp;nbsp;He said nothing about the small spot at the T where it has pulled a bit so I assume that's fine. &amp;nbsp;I also assume I am to continue to wear the compression garment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to be positive, just was hoping to move on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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stitches'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-3828069030581469687</id><published>2010-06-07T00:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:47:45.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days Post Thigh Lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAx0hkEn4gI/AAAAAAAAA-U/eQdrGomJEKo/s1600/Photo+1084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAx0hkEn4gI/AAAAAAAAA-U/eQdrGomJEKo/s320/Photo+1084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bruising is getting much better! &amp;nbsp;But the swelling is hanging tough, my left leg especially from this angle. &amp;nbsp;Stitches out today and hopefully no more steri-strips. &amp;nbsp;They are aggravating my skin something fierce. I am so ready to move on to the next stage of healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-3828069030581469687?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3828069030581469687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=3828069030581469687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3828069030581469687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/3828069030581469687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-post-thigh-lift.html' title='12 Days Post Thigh Lift'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAx0hkEn4gI/AAAAAAAAA-U/eQdrGomJEKo/s72-c/Photo+1084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6324045070874874282</id><published>2010-06-06T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:48:45.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Compression Garments are NOT created Equal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAwOQf97UGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/TW5t4XChF9c/s1600/photo-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAwOQf97UGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/TW5t4XChF9c/s320/photo-57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The &lt;a href="https://id309.securedata.net/fstubbs.com/merchantmanager/product_info.php?cPath=11_14_16&amp;amp;products_id=17"&gt;one on the left&lt;/a&gt; is what I woke up wearing in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;The tag says it's an XL and fits hips 45"-50". &amp;nbsp;Umm, my hips are 41" and I can't imagine a smaller size in this thing. &amp;nbsp;It has velcro underneath the zipper and a weird foam strip that is not standing up to repeated washing, of course it does say to hand wash and air dry, but who the hell is going to do that after surgery. &amp;nbsp;It's also crotchless which I am sure you can see and I hate that about it. &amp;nbsp;The "reinforced crotch" as it is described is pretty much either right where my incision line is if it is pulled up high enough or if it is a bit lower, cutting across the vertical incision that runs down my thigh. All around pretty uncomfortable unless&amp;nbsp;I stick an ABP pad underneath. &amp;nbsp;There is one thing I like about this garment however, it unzips completely for placement on your leg. &amp;nbsp;I would imagine that's why the surgeon uses it. &amp;nbsp;Weird to think about how they must do that when you are under. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.makemeheal.com/mmh/product.do?id=10374"&gt;one on the right&lt;/a&gt; is what I ordered from the internets after much research. &amp;nbsp;Actually there isn't much to read out there. &amp;nbsp;But I did come across a couple of reviews and they were spot on. &amp;nbsp;The hook and eye closure is much easier to use than velcro, it has withstood repeated washings already and that fabric is surprisingly soft. &amp;nbsp;I brought it with to the doctors office to ask if I could put it on instead and he was all, "It's probably better." &amp;nbsp;The PA commented on how pretty the lace was at the bottom. &amp;nbsp;It's 30 dollars more than the other one and worth every penny. I actually can't believe they charge 40 bucks for the white one. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, It is not exactly crotchless but the back has an opening that closes when you stand and opens when you sit letting you poo. &amp;nbsp;I have had to wash it a couple of times after accidently peeing on it, yes, even with the urinal, in the dark and late at night it's hard to see and tell sometimes. &amp;nbsp;The only thing I don't like about this garment is that it doesn't let my skin breathe as much as I need. &amp;nbsp;I am still fighting that fungus and like my Gram used to say, you have to let things breathe down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still these are an important part of recovery. &amp;nbsp;They hold you together until your body is doing the job on it's own. &amp;nbsp;It takes a while for your skin to reattach to the tissue underneath and these help force it along. &amp;nbsp;They also keep your swelling down and I find they help with pain. &amp;nbsp;Like the last surgery I feel less hurty if things aren't moving all that much. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure what the doctor will say about compression garments tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;They come in two stages, one for the week or two right after surgery, they compress you less (if you can believe it!) and a stage two garment with more compression for several more weeks. &amp;nbsp;In the link above you can see the stage two garment I bought. &amp;nbsp;Those don't come with zippers because I guess they assume you are healed enough to wiggle yourself into it. &amp;nbsp;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6324045070874874282?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6324045070874874282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6324045070874874282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6324045070874874282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6324045070874874282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-compression-garments-are-not.html' title='All Compression Garments are NOT created Equal'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IF1wJ2lXpio/TAwOQf97UGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/TW5t4XChF9c/s72-c/photo-57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-6409064305899231694</id><published>2010-06-06T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:13:19.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep beautiful sleep!</title><content type='html'>I was in a bit of a bad spot so last night I set myself up for some good rest. &amp;nbsp;Husband was away so it was just me and the kitty cat. &amp;nbsp;I had a pain pill, a swig of Nyquil (I know not it's intended purpose, but works as insurance), an ibuprofen, took a shower, changed my compression garment, turned the AC on high and the cell phone ringer off. &amp;nbsp;It had been 5 days since I had gotten sleep that was more than 2.5 hours at a time. &amp;nbsp;Worry was starting to consume me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathe-thinking-calming-thoughts.html"&gt;Saturday was day 10&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer day 10 is when it all fell apart. If you have never had surgery I can best explain it this way, dancing and worrying at the same time. &amp;nbsp;Ala Marge Simpson. &amp;nbsp;You go into it hoping to be fixed, hoping to dance on the other end... less pain, new ligament, less skin and fat in the most recent case. &amp;nbsp;However when you come out the other side still breathing anesthesia and all stitched up, well that's where the worry comes in. &amp;nbsp;And I worry about healing. &amp;nbsp;I can't help it. &amp;nbsp;This most recent plastic surgery was my 13th surgery over all and I like to think that's lucky. &amp;nbsp;When I had my ACL replaced the 3rd time, I thought, "That's the Charm!" Turns out I struck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced lots of surgical complications. &amp;nbsp;Last summer after my &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-with-gauze-stuffed-in-my-tummy.html"&gt;adominplasty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-im-at.html"&gt;panniculectomy&lt;/a&gt; were eight of the longest weeks of my life. &amp;nbsp;All of this weighs heavily on me right now and was getting in the way of sleep. &amp;nbsp;I just want to heal and that doesn't happen well if you aren't getting rest. &amp;nbsp;I see the doc tomorrow and I think he'll have pretty good news for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-6409064305899231694?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6409064305899231694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=6409064305899231694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6409064305899231694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/6409064305899231694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep-beautiful-sleep.html' title='Sleep beautiful sleep!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893041091297560630.post-1856299214719542739</id><published>2010-06-05T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:05:33.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no crying in elective surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm okay, just kind of done with my body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893041091297560630-1856299214719542739?l=theweightitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1856299214719542739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4893041091297560630&amp;postID=1856299214719542739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1856299214719542739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4893041091297560630/posts/default/1856299214719542739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-no-crying-in-elective-surgery.html' title='There is no crying in elective surgery'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01219895604370083732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWj-k36xXh0/TuVn1mErtmI/AAAAAAAABMg/rei31wxWI24/s220/photo%2B%252839%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
