Here's to hoping Uncle Sam doesn't take TOO much out of my newfound paycheck. I think I'm gonna need it. I just did some quick monthly budget table...um, help? And my phone bill? Ha, not the biggest part, thankyoudaddyfornotpayingmyhealthinsurancelikeyoupromised.
In other news...I just showered. I know anyone could probably smell me clear across the country, but it ain't been my fault. I mean, I got clearance on Tuesday but I don't shower really until my hair needs it...and the effort, well, yeah. I do good hair though!
Anywho, in order to shower, have to take off the arm compression/ace-type bandages. Um, my, what small arms we have! Never thought I'd see that in a million years. The boobs need to, um, settle. I know they will, and the swelling needs to go down and such but right now, to me, I look weird. I think I'm also adjusting to what my body looks like, period.
I can tell ya this. Whether or not I'd ever become obese, I'd NEVER have become a model. I have a rather short torso. I don't think I'm particularly pretty, and since I didn't do it when I was 16 like all the other girls in my grade, doesn't look like I'll ever get a nose job. At least until my midlife crisis, which is currently being planned for 32, normal being 35. I figure if I start Botox 3 years early, I'll never GET those wrinkles. Kill the nerves with botulism while you can, right gals? (Okay, so I'm HALF-kidding myself).
Tomorrow is the engagement party, and we'll have between 70-100 people here throughout the day. When I said it was a production, I meant it. And while we all know this for my bro and Tamar, the fact is, half these people haven't seen me in awhile, and we all know what happens post WLS. The "oohs" and the "aaaahs" and all that. And while it is lovely, and I'm not one to deny attention, it's also...well, I don't know. It's nice to have it recognized, but while it recognizes the achievement of weight-loss it also says "Gosh, you were fat before". I dunno, I'm iffy tonight.
It doesn't help that I had bad thai food PLUS a protein bar that I found out had maltitol AND corn syrup. Thankfully, the corn syrup a) isn't High Fructose (meaning less concentrated), and b) is so way down the ingredient line, it's practically next to the salt. So I'll survive, had mild "huh, I feel funny" moment, but nothing NEAR as bad as my usual "who's up for nausea, sweats, and a hangover" reaction to HFCS.
And now it's bedtime.
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Ahhh isn't the attention a double-edged sword? Just yesterday I saw my ex-boss and he was like "Wow, you look great!" and I was all Yay...thanks...so I looked like shit before?! Haha. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI think 32 sounds like an appropriate crisis age. I was thinking 30. I can't even picture not being in my 20s. Scary.