Wanna See What I Looked Like Three Days Before my Lap Band Surgery?

Too bad. I’m not ready to post those pics, yet. I want to get some more weight off and do a Before and X-Number of Pounds Down kinda thing. 

Ha! 

I am eating so much better, today. I was busy, didn’t have time to sit around and think about shoving shit into my maw. I had my coffee, a protein shake and then got to doing shit and didn’t eat until I was hangry and decided to have dinner. I had a few chunks of chicken and some Lean Cuisine cheese raviolis. It went down well and I am satisfied. Oh, I did eat a few small, skinny pretzel sticks while my food was in the micro. A very few. I controlled myself and feel better about myself, right now. 

I think that I need to get the medium Bye-Bye Under Eye from It… The light isn’t quite killing these dark circles. It is helping but I need a little more peach power to neutralize the purple/blue Marianas Trench under my eyes. I inherited my fair skin and dark circles from my Grandmother Amie. I inherited the allergies that exacerbate them from God Knows Who and my shit sleep patterns don’t help. One day, I am going to figure this out and look awake and refreshed. 

So, Husband got his parents moved into their new house. They needed to get out of that condo, FIL is deteriorating and the stairs were a danger to him. They are much happier and safer in their new house. 

Now, to find us a new house because this condo is driving me insane and I am over it. I hate sharing a wall, I hate having my next door neighbor’s cigarette smoke coming in through my fucking windows and we just need more space. We are falling over each other in this place and I am thisclose to torching this joint. 

Must. Find. A. Place.

Nao!

Corgi cuteness! 

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We want to get another dog, after we move. One day. Not right away but we miss having a dog. I am lobbying for a Corgi. Husband wants a Lab. Maybe we should just get one of each? 

Loreal, there is no such thing as repairing hair. Products can temporarily glue it and make it shiny but to get rid of damage, yes, you do have to cut it. Stop lying to the gullible public.

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Sliders, the Bane of My Existence

Fucking sliders, anyway.

Chips. Nits and ice cream. Go down so easily, slide right past my band without triggering it, (thus the name, “slider”) and fuck me up. I am holding steady. At least I’m not gaining weight but still… Eating like an asshole is not why I went under the knife. So, I am working on getting my idiotic slider habit under control and behaving myself, again. 

Pffft! You assholes who think that WLS is the easy way out. I’d like you to be in my fucked up head, facing ice cream and a perfectly balanced Lap Band. The ice cream can and will win. WLS can only do so much, I still have to do the work. I still have to stay out of the freezer, I still have to not eat the ice cream. 

It is cold, the wind is blowing. Why? It is colder, today than it was in January. We never did really get a Winter, by the way. Not that I am complaining, especially seeing that people in some parts of the country are still getting snow? Yeah, I am not bitching about the lack of a Winter, here. But we usually get cold, some snow and rain but this year, nope. But it is chilly and windy, today. Supposed to warm on up, tomorrow and into next week. 

I am scheduled for an aftercare appointment on the seventh. Yay! A trip to the Valley! I get to get out of Prescott, the armpit hell of Arizona. I seriously hate it here. If my husband could find a job elsewhere, we would so be out of here in a heartbeat. But, in this economy, this job market, a steady job, with good benefits is nothing to just set aside thoughtlessly so here we stay and at his job my husband remains. I’d love to live in the Phoenix area or another big city. Smaller town life sucks ass. I hate small towns. Rural living is for the birds. I was born to live in the city and I would love to get back there, one day. 

I bought press packs and pans. I have silicone and alcohol. I still need to buy Z-Palettes. My loose mineral eye shadows and blushes are about to get pressed. I am over the little jars of dust. They were fun and wonderful for a long time but I am done. I am not using them in their present form. They are sitting, unused, unloved and that is a shame because they are gorgeous and they cost me a lot of money, back when I bought them. I figure that pressed and in palettes, they will be easier to get to and use and I will actually reach for them and dip my brushes into them and apply them to my face, more often. 

Those people with that damned tobacco survey won’t stahp! I guess that my husband is going to go ahead and participate. Persistent. Pushy. They must get paid by the survey. 😛