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Well another beautiful Sunday in Buffalo, NY. Sunday's in the fall mean only two things in Buffalo, Football and Chicken wings (and pizza...so okay three). On Tuesday I will be 11 weeks post-op and I am now dealing with the fear that I am going to screw this tool up royally.

I find it so easy to be relaxed with my decisions. I have been notorious for not taking my vitamins as I should, not having enough protein, eating "slider" foods, etc. The trends are there, just as they were before. I didn't have my guts rearranged to lose only 70 lbs, so the buck stops here so to speak.

I enjoyed the toppings off of a slice of piece, with a few bites of the crust. I had 2 chicken wings (sans skin), and I feel disgusting.

I just ordered some Click (espresso protein powder). I am really excited to try this. I also ordered myself a fancy pill box so that I have no excuse about these damn vitamins. I also splurged and got myself a super cool bento box. I have a lot of the tools of the trade, now I just have to make it happen.

Any pointers? I'll take them.

On a totally positive note: Tuesday I will be going to the Synergy clothing exchange. I need some new pants REAL bad, as they are literally falling off my keester. So I must be doing something right huh?

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend...Go Bills :)

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  1. hey Libby, Im going too!! See you there!

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  2. That is a flippin' sweet Bento Box. I need one!

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