Hubby is turning in his gear and doing his final physical.
Tomorrow is his last day of work...he's retiring.
I know - how could someone so young (me) be married to someone who is ready to retire (aka be "old")
Trust me - his retirement isn't the kind where he is going to get a little lap dog to dress in clothes and ride around in a bike trailer (saw this yesterday) - or the kind where his butt becomes one with the recliner (well he'd have to sit on me first or get himself one)
Nope - instead this is the retirement where he transitions from one career to another - and gets to draw retirement at an early age - he's saying goodbye to the Marines.
Until he gets another job (and he has a few leads) his honey do list is ever increasing...lol...so I know he is really trying to get back to work ASAP.
His ceremony isn't until the 8th though...so if you would like to come there is still time to book your flight!
February 28, 2011
Here I am
I wrestled many times as to whether or not I wanted to blog about this, I wasn't sure if I wanted to put this on my "normal blog" so I created a new one just for this and then realized I could barely keep up with one blog - much less too.
I have reached a point in my life where I have decided to pursue weight loss surgery. I have always struggled with weight. In high school I played basketball (well I sat the bench), but I practiced every day just like the rest of the team. Running, jogging, etc....it kept me in check. I still was "over weight" but I was active enough to keep it to a minimum.
Then came college....I stayed active-ish. My diet suffered and I gained the freshman 15+...
Then came life after college....I at times stayed on track, joined gyms, worked out in my apartment work out center...had babies, lost a baby...and gained, and gained.
I tried Atkins, the "zone", low carb, low glycemic, low fat, the "mayo clinic", weight watchers, slim fast, you name it, I probably tried it. Of course I lost some, felt great, then would stop losing, or gain not only what I lost plus more.
So I started researching WLS. I read threads on forums, I talked to some who had done it, I read studies, I have done the research. I got my referral and I have attended my orientation session at the Bariatric clinic aboard Womack Army Medical Clinic. I have decided what surgery I will have (as long as the surgeon approves) and according to the orientation class I will have the surgery as early as 3 months from now.
A lot of people complain that they feel this is an easy way out, that this is "cheating". Maybe for some it is, but this clinic has a different approach. I have to attend educational and support meetings before the surgery, I have to do a log book of everything I eat 2 months before surgery, do a battery of tests, see a nutritionist, a psychologist, and attend post-op support groups.
The bad thing is I have to drive 2 hours one way to do it - but I think it will be well worth it.
I have finished my check list - and I have a date of March 15th. I started my low carb, high protein, liver shrinking 2 week pre-op diet....I like to refer to it as meat, meat and more meat.....
I have reached a point in my life where I have decided to pursue weight loss surgery. I have always struggled with weight. In high school I played basketball (well I sat the bench), but I practiced every day just like the rest of the team. Running, jogging, etc....it kept me in check. I still was "over weight" but I was active enough to keep it to a minimum.
Then came college....I stayed active-ish. My diet suffered and I gained the freshman 15+...
Then came life after college....I at times stayed on track, joined gyms, worked out in my apartment work out center...had babies, lost a baby...and gained, and gained.
I tried Atkins, the "zone", low carb, low glycemic, low fat, the "mayo clinic", weight watchers, slim fast, you name it, I probably tried it. Of course I lost some, felt great, then would stop losing, or gain not only what I lost plus more.
So I started researching WLS. I read threads on forums, I talked to some who had done it, I read studies, I have done the research. I got my referral and I have attended my orientation session at the Bariatric clinic aboard Womack Army Medical Clinic. I have decided what surgery I will have (as long as the surgeon approves) and according to the orientation class I will have the surgery as early as 3 months from now.
A lot of people complain that they feel this is an easy way out, that this is "cheating". Maybe for some it is, but this clinic has a different approach. I have to attend educational and support meetings before the surgery, I have to do a log book of everything I eat 2 months before surgery, do a battery of tests, see a nutritionist, a psychologist, and attend post-op support groups.
The bad thing is I have to drive 2 hours one way to do it - but I think it will be well worth it.
I have finished my check list - and I have a date of March 15th. I started my low carb, high protein, liver shrinking 2 week pre-op diet....I like to refer to it as meat, meat and more meat.....
February 8, 2011
Sleep study from H-E-double hockey sticks
I had a sleep study last night. It all came about from answering a stupid questionnaire at a Dr visit. I said I rarely sleep through the night and do not wake up feeling refreshed. In my defense, at that point in time Eve was not sleeping through the night and we were in much need of a new mattress. Since then we have purchased our new mattress and Eve is once again sleeping through the night. But still - the sleep study was ordered so I went last night to do it.
First I read an article about a girl who had it done, her place had a recliner and tv for you to unwind, then once she was in bed she said she went right to sleep. My husband also did one two years ago - he too had a tv and recliner, but he had some problem sleeping. But he had a cold.
So I get there - and instead of the place my husband did his at, I was sent next door. There was no TV, no recliner, only a technician who was bitchy (mine) and another technician who was flirting back and forth with another patient.
The bed was not comfortable. As soon as she hooked me up I was told I could either sit in the lounge (which was some chairs and a tv which was occupied by some elderly men - oh and I was in pj's) or I could go to bed. So I thought hey, I can get in bed - surf the net on my phone for a bit then go to sleep. Well my assistant insisted that if I was in bed my phone must be turned off. SO I said I'll just go to sleep. So as she is leaving she tells me I must stay on my back.
For the record - I do not sleep on my back. EVER. I am a side sleeper or army crawl sleeper but never EVER a back sleeper.
I tell her I can't sleep on my back and she tells me to try....and I do - for over 30 minutes ... I do try...and nothing. So I roll over...and in she comes because a sensor came off my head. Then I am allowed to go back to sleep - until I wake up as someone is pulling the covers off of me because apparently my head is sweating and the sensor fell off again.
Oh - and she turns on 2 fans full force on me. so I lay there - freezing to death first on one side, then on my back then I detach a sensor - so they come in to attach it again. Then I lay there. I go over to-do lists in my head. I think about shopping. I think about remodeling my bathroom. I think about how we are going to lay the floor in our bedroom with out having to clear the room of our furniture. I think about shopping. I think about homework. I think about what songs I'd like to download to my ipod so I can have a kick ass workout playlist (Can you see a pattern here)
Oh and I am FREEZING. So I reach down and pull the heavy comforter back on me, I roll over and go to sleep. Then I am again woke up by someone pulling the covers off me. Then leaving the room. it is so cold my nose is running and my throat is sore. I am miserable. I hate sleep studies.
Then a few minutes later I hear a knock and the door opens and she asks me "are you awake" - which I respond "yes" when what I'd really like to say is of course I am - you can hang meat in here, you keep taking my blankets away, I am in the most uncomfortable bed ever and I have wired attached, sticky, goopy, itchy wires attached all over my body....YES I AM AWAKE.
She then tells me good - you can go home. Now mind you when I made the appt she said I had to stay till 5:30. So I get up, I get unhooked and she lets me out the door - I get in my car - and it is only 4:15. WHAT? UGH!
So I drive home with my car telling me to feed it (yet there are no stations open at 4:15) I get home - take a shower to get the gunk out of my hair, and go to bed - thankfully hubby let me sleep till 9:15. But all the up and down, has given me a migraine.
First I read an article about a girl who had it done, her place had a recliner and tv for you to unwind, then once she was in bed she said she went right to sleep. My husband also did one two years ago - he too had a tv and recliner, but he had some problem sleeping. But he had a cold.
So I get there - and instead of the place my husband did his at, I was sent next door. There was no TV, no recliner, only a technician who was bitchy (mine) and another technician who was flirting back and forth with another patient.
The bed was not comfortable. As soon as she hooked me up I was told I could either sit in the lounge (which was some chairs and a tv which was occupied by some elderly men - oh and I was in pj's) or I could go to bed. So I thought hey, I can get in bed - surf the net on my phone for a bit then go to sleep. Well my assistant insisted that if I was in bed my phone must be turned off. SO I said I'll just go to sleep. So as she is leaving she tells me I must stay on my back.
For the record - I do not sleep on my back. EVER. I am a side sleeper or army crawl sleeper but never EVER a back sleeper.
I tell her I can't sleep on my back and she tells me to try....and I do - for over 30 minutes ... I do try...and nothing. So I roll over...and in she comes because a sensor came off my head. Then I am allowed to go back to sleep - until I wake up as someone is pulling the covers off of me because apparently my head is sweating and the sensor fell off again.
Oh - and she turns on 2 fans full force on me. so I lay there - freezing to death first on one side, then on my back then I detach a sensor - so they come in to attach it again. Then I lay there. I go over to-do lists in my head. I think about shopping. I think about remodeling my bathroom. I think about how we are going to lay the floor in our bedroom with out having to clear the room of our furniture. I think about shopping. I think about homework. I think about what songs I'd like to download to my ipod so I can have a kick ass workout playlist (Can you see a pattern here)
Oh and I am FREEZING. So I reach down and pull the heavy comforter back on me, I roll over and go to sleep. Then I am again woke up by someone pulling the covers off me. Then leaving the room. it is so cold my nose is running and my throat is sore. I am miserable. I hate sleep studies.
Then a few minutes later I hear a knock and the door opens and she asks me "are you awake" - which I respond "yes" when what I'd really like to say is of course I am - you can hang meat in here, you keep taking my blankets away, I am in the most uncomfortable bed ever and I have wired attached, sticky, goopy, itchy wires attached all over my body....YES I AM AWAKE.
She then tells me good - you can go home. Now mind you when I made the appt she said I had to stay till 5:30. So I get up, I get unhooked and she lets me out the door - I get in my car - and it is only 4:15. WHAT? UGH!
So I drive home with my car telling me to feed it (yet there are no stations open at 4:15) I get home - take a shower to get the gunk out of my hair, and go to bed - thankfully hubby let me sleep till 9:15. But all the up and down, has given me a migraine.
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