I've got a... Situation...

Yes, that is a reference to "Jersey Shore". I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who is fascinated by this show. Maybe it's the youthfullness and the freedom that are captivating. For me, I think it's really the nails and tans that get me. And the acronyms... TGL, DTF, etc... certainly enriching my vocabulary. It's my shameless guilty pleasure. Maybe it's my "sorry, but I'm not sorry"? Anyway, I really do have a... situation...

It's a restriction situation. WTF??? Last night, I was able to eat an entire plate of dinner. Perfectly reasonable portions, except way more than I'm usually able to comfortably eat at one time. And today? I ate an entire super nachos. It took me five hours, but I did it. It's all I've had today, and all I will have today... however the amount is shocking even if the calorie count for the day is totally fine. My band has been so tight, and I know that a fill is most likely not necessary, however this development has been a little shocking.

Oh, and I've been meaning to give a little tummy tuck update. No promises on pictures (or anything for that matter), but it's fabulous not having to dress around a deformity. I won't lie about that. I wore my size 13 junior pants to work this week. When I look at these pants... they look so little... I knew in my head that technically they should fit, but my brain just couldn't wrap itself around the reality. Also, my FSA (Flexible Spending Account) is requesting documentation of medical necessity for the surgery, and there are no legal restrictions for using an FSA for this repair post weight loss. If you'd like more information on how I did this, just leave me a comment.

I'm still waiting for 169. My big "plan" for weight loss was basically to not drink wine on the weekends, however this is a long holiday weekend, so I've decided to stop the following weekend. And of course in Chicago I'll have a glass or two. This weekend though...

I need to relax... take a break from work stress. I'm making good progress on my project. This whole thing is blowing my mind and I'm not sure why. I plan everything, and I almost always get what I've planned. This however was such a far out plan, it was basically an aspiration goal. And now that it's actually, really, truly happening... well, I can't really wrap my head around that either. Mr. W is very pleased to see me not 100% confident... not in a bad or unsupportive way... just in a "wow, you're really human" sort of way.

So there you have it. I have no restriction and I plan to drown my stress in booze. That pretty much sums up my situation. Actually, that almost sounds exactly like what happens in "Jersey Shore". Wow, I'm cooler than I thought...