So pissed I'm gonna blog about it.

So last night I make the 90 minute trip to Annville to see some friends I haven't seen in years. A mini reunion of sorts, if you will.

I arrive early, so I stop in to see dad. Surprise!

I head on over to the restaurant/bar and I'm there about 10 minutes early. I sit at the bar, ask for a glass of wine, and I'm carded. Sure. No problem. I open my wallet, and lo and behold, I've left my ID in my other purse. I tell the bartender that the owners know me and can vouch for me, so she asks the one who is there. Apparently, he tells her it's up to her whether she wants to serve me or not. Of course, she says no.

I call my husband and ask him to please check my purse for my ID when he gets home, because I'm more concerned about having lost my license than having a glass of wine.

Then I remember that I have a pouch full of cards that I only rarely use, and in it is my expired license. I give it to the bartender. She looks at it, and says no.

Okay, no booze. I can deal, I'm driving anyway.

A couple of minutes later she asks me, "Are you meeting people here?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, you can't sit at the bar without an ADULT."

At this point I promptly give her the whatthefuck look of death, mumble something under my breath and storm out of the place. Seriously, if this is the way your restaurant is going to treat customers that you have known since childhood, then maybe I don't want to eat there.

I get in my car and call my dad - a regular at said establishment - and he's as pissed as I am.

I then phone my friends who have since arrived and tell them I refuse to eat there. While sympathetic, they don't indicate the desire to change venues and I reluctantly come back inside and go upstairs to our reserved area.

When dinner is over, I see my dad wandering around the restaurant.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh," he says, "I wasn't doing much and I found this and thought I'd bring it to you."

He hands me my birth certificate.

I laugh, but really, this bitch of a bartender is not going to budge because the letter of the law says I have to show her a valid driver's license. Besides, it wasn't the not being served part that pissed me off, it was being told that I needed an ADULT to accompany me, especially since I'm pretty sure I'm older than she is.

I doubt I'll be back there. Ever.

Chistmahanukkah and Random whining (you were warned)

Well, I don't really NEED anything. I could always use more money. Be it in the form of cash or a better paying job, I won't complain. Don't we all? I was hoping to pay my credit cards off completely this year with my bonus, but it looks like the economy is going to take that away :(

Things I have asked for:

Jillian Michael's Fitness Ultimatum for the Wii. It's a fitness game by one of the trainers from The Biggest Loser. I figure if I'm going to play a game, I might as well try to get some exercise from it.



That's all I've asked for so far.

Every year, I say I'm going to use my bonus to fix my car - all cosmetic - but I never do. I just can't justify wasting money on it at this point. And I wanted to get a new car after I paid off those credit cards. Screw you, economy! This is what I wanted - Volvo S40:



Oh, and someone stole my Gucci sunglasses when my car was parked in the city. They were prescription. BASTARDS. I don't think I want to buy another pair of $300 sunglasses, but I will need a pair of prescription shades at some point. Eh, maybe these Marc Jacobs. They're only about $100.



Honestly, I like going out to eat. I can't eat that much, but I like to get out of the house and see people, so I'd be content with a gift certificate to a restaurant this year. Brandon and I have decided to cut back on going out to eat, which makes me sad. Plus, I can't find sushi grade ahi tuna for sale anywhere near my house and I love seared ahi tuna.

Okay, so I'm done whining now.

Crappy pictures of me from Ben's wedding...

So, apparently I'm just not photogenic. Mind you, I had been up since 3am local time, and I was BEAT!

Here's me and Julie (Jeremy's girlfriend)



And me with my crackhead mother and Jeremy:



And lastly, one with my adorably dimpled husband and Julie again:



P.S. Jeana, are you happy now?

Home Sick

I stayed home sick today - I was up all night with an upset stomach which continued well into the morning. Things seem to have settled down now, and I will be leaving shortly to get my bridesmaid dress altered and to have dinner with Cheryl. Today was a lazy day with my kitties, who slept most of the day.

Pickle goes swimming

Okay, I know this blog was supposed to be about me, but really...nothing exciting is happening. I'm still shrinking but haven't weighed myself in weeks.

Pickle is way more entertaining, especially when he plays in the water.

Tonight he jumped in the bath tub.

When diabetes and gastric bypass meet...

Sometimes it ain't pretty. Before surgery, I was really worried about what would happen if my bloodsugar went low and I couldn't physically eat enough sugar to bring it up. So far, sticking to juice and fruit has worked perfectly.

Fast forward to Saturday night - we're having a party at our house. I ordered cupcakes and cookies from the bakery and swore them off the whole time. Then my bloodsugar dropped pretty low, and without thinking, I grabbed a few cookies and inhaled them.

Then I started to POUR sweat. It was as if I were melting.

Then I started to feel like I was going to die. I stood up and my legs were so weak I could barely make it up the stairs.

Then I threw up over and over and over.

I think I was even throwing up in my sleep.

That was my first (and hopefully last) experience with the Dumping Syndrome (google it.). No sweets for this gal anymore!

Phillies and the World Series

Pickle and I really enjoy watching baseball. Go Phils!

Saturday with Dad and Sue

Today my dad and his finace Sue came down for our anniversary. They saved two pieces of our wedding cake for us (thank goodness, because we never got any!). They arrived and we put the cake out to defrost, then went to Phoenixville for lunch.

After lunch, we walked through the town and stopped in a store to buy (of all things) garden gnomes! My dad was nice enough to buy us this one.



Then we went to a farm to get pumpkins and apples.

Back at the house, we opened champagne and had the deflated cake. It still tasted really good!




Cheers!



Yum!



We even whipped out the cake toppers!



Add the apple theme and we live the wedding all over again!

Bloodwork Results!!

I went to the surgery office this morning for my 3 month post-op visit. I'm still 50+ lbs lighter, and they told me to keep up the good work.

Back in August, I had bloodwork done by my endocrinologist and I never heard back from him. Today I asked the nurse practitioner if I could see the results (since it's the same health system).

The big news is that my A1C levels, which measure how your blood sugar has been over a couple months dropped from mid-7 to 6.3! The doctor told me to keep it under 7, and the closer to 6, the better. In one month, my blood sugars have gotten so much better!

Also, I'm taking less than HALF of the insulin I was before surgery. Crazy! Even right after surgery, when I turned my insulin pump down, I was taking almost twice what I am now.

Oh, it looks like the start of a nice day :)

I got Tagged! by Lynda

Apparently, I am supposed to do this:

Here are the rules:
1-Link to your tagger and list the rules
2-List 5 random facts about yourself
3-Tag 5 people
4-If you're tagged, play along and pass it on!

Here's the link to Lynda - one of my moms who is not really my mom: http://finesseeembroidery.blogspot.com/

1-I have been diabetic for 26 years. I feel old.

2- I have more current close friends I've met from the internet than I do from "real life".

3- I really don't like milk.

4- My last secretary (who I couldn't stand) was fired on my birthday :)

5- I was born on the 13th, married on the 13th, and I think I'll die on the 13th.

Um, I am going to attempt to Tag:

Erin

Fertility Bound

Daily Random Thoughts

One Year Ago...

What's for lunch??

People often ask what I eat for lunch on a work day. Usually it's leftovers from dinner from the night before since I can never finish a full meal.

Last night I had grilled mahi mahi - I think it's overcooked. It actually made me sick last night and I threw up some of it even hours after I ate. It just wouldn't digest. I'm chewing really well right now.

The best thing for me for post-surgery bring-food-to-work purposes are these ziplock tupperware containers. They have a 1 cup size that is perfect for me since I can only eat a few ounces.



And for perspective, you can see how much food it is compared to the size of my hand. I probably won't be able to finish all of it, either.

Halloween Practice

Pickle is going to be an elephant this year. He just needs some practice wearing his new hat.

Gibson even tried it on, but it was a little snug.

Pickle is just like his dad.

They both can't get enough of the t.v.

Bwoop! Bwoop! I weighed in!

Annnnnnd we're (me and my fat) down 50 lbs! Yippee!

This is also great because I've gotten back down in the 200s. Yes folks, I was that heavy. I porked out at 344 lbs the week before surgery. Yikes.

For lack of an appropriate photo, I'm going to stop here. I promise some pics coming soon.

I got the pin!

At my job, the uh...theme this year involves bowling, and if we do a good job with something, we get passed this bowling pin. It was on my desk this morning for my "rush job" yesterday. Go me!




As you can see...I've got a lot of work (and YES, some mustard).

Lazy Saturday

The weather is cool and sunny. I'm finishing up my morning (er...afternoon) coffee, and all my loved ones here are napping.

Gibson


Macca



And Bran & Pickle

Gastric Bypass and Football Season

You all know (or maybe you don't) that I'm a big Philadelphia Eagles fan. I love football season. I love the fall. And even more, I loved the fact that the Eagles went to the Superbowl in 2005 the same weekend that I met my husband (who doesn't like football, btw).



So, anyway...I have to admit that I miss some not-so-good-for-me things that I used to associate with football.

Chicken wings. yummmmm...their fried goodness will now surely induce the dumping syndrome (this is when a gastric bypass patient gets sick from eating too much fat or sugar, or just too much food in general - it is described as an impending feeling of doom followed by vomiting, diarrhea, or both). I tried to buy my own wings and bake them, but that was also a failed venture because the skin on the wings made me sick.

Beer. Oh, how I miss thee and thy bubbly refreshment. Carbonation is a no-no these days. It will fill up my stomach pouch and not be good. Not good at all. I took a sip of light beer once since surgery and burped for a good 15 minutes afterwards. I don't miss soda, but I do miss a nice hoppy brew.

Crab Fries. I can't even go there. Chickie's and Pete's for me = R.I.P.

The best I can do these days is celebrate the game with a nice bowl of chili. Turkey chili is a double dose of protein from the beans and the meat. Oh, and you can ask my husband and little brother - I make a killer chili.

Sidebar: Brandon said my boobs stick out farther than my gut now. Yay! lol!

The pills (again)

The pills have increased. Here's an accurate pictorial of what happens weekly and daily.


Every weekend I take these pills and put them in this.



I take these in the morning



and these in the evening...plus three (not pictured here).

2 Months

I hit 2 months this week, and fit back into my Seven jeans - Lane Bryant edition, but still...haven't officially weighed myself, but I'd guess I'm down around 50 by now.



Sorry it's blurry...Brandon took it.

Terrible picture, but this is what you get.

My fly is down.

My hair is a mess and back in a ponytail.

Who's got the butt? Who's got the front butt?? Yeah, I still do. (shout out to all my Nesties reading this. Those who don't know what a Nestie is, well...just ignore)

Hi Jeana ---> double shout out.

Oh, and here's the cat again



ugh. Blurry again. We're new at this.

I'm happy. See you soon!

I can't help it.