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This coffee is friggin’ awesome.

What the Hell happened to my house? It’s wrecked.

Having woken at five thirty am, I was feeling oddly fine. I shuffled into the kitchen, then the living room. In fact, I felt better than I had in many months and certainly better than yesterday! This is said tentatively, nervously. It’s been a bad nose dive and honestly, I was a little worried about coming out of it.

But thats fodder for another blog.

The scale is still holding back the flood gates of weight that normally would be fighting tooth and nail (ha. that made a funny picture in my head) to stay with me.. This is enthralling. A full 15 months after having Lap Band surgery, my body finally shed about 10 pounds…within the last five weeks. This long lull before the loss is not the Lap Bands failure, this is my body’s issue. The Lap Band is restricting and doing the satiating thing…but the caloric or low carb diets alone were NOT working and I was exercising.

I lost hope and started fu—uh—messing—-around, rarely exercise and started the low glycemic load diet.

It works.

We're Back Together!! He's changed!!

OK, let’s be more specific: It works for my weird body where others did not have results and I feel better. In all fairness, I also had some allergies diagnosed and removed those products from my life, so that helps my body.

My scale has a questionable history with the truth so I didn’t want to trust that he had really changed his stripes. But we’re so happy together now! It’s been a whole five or so weeks and he hasn’t lied once, or called any of my girlfriends behind my back or tried to do laundry (but that’s gonna’ change…mmm hmm).

The beginning trappings of hope with this weight loss and better health is becoming a glowing ember once again. There was one more pound loss with very little effort…OK, I did walk the treadmill a bit, but nothing extravagant, My cool flat front chinos were kinda’ loose around the hips and waist. These are good signs, my heart will thank me.

With the medicine and therapy obviously beginning to work, perhas my sense of humor will slide back into place? It’s time for a gratitude list to get serene.

But I can tell you this, that bastard treadmill better not fuck with me because I will own him, once and for all.