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So…remember me?  I used to blog a lot, and then I got married.  Oh and it is summer in Western New York, and I am living it up. 

Last year, at almost 400 lbs (holy shizzz), I couldn’t imagine running around town like I do now.  It is truly a great feeling to be able to experience all that our town has to offer without 1. feeling like your having heart failure and 2. sweating like a pig all the time.  I haven’t blogged much lately, mainly because I seriously have not been home.  AND I LOVE THAT.

For the first time in the three summers we’ve lived here, we finally made our debut at the condo pool.  I actually was not embarrassed to be wearing a bathing suit in front of people.  I wore a sleeveless dress to a wedding last week, and I didn’t care that my bat wings were out of control, mainly because they are not rolls of fat anymore, just hanging skin (with a tad of fat for good measure :)  )

I’m a married woman now.  I had an amazing wedding!  Here are a couple of shots for those that haven’t seen:

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My beautiful friend Andrea and I.

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My husband and I – about to tear up some food! LOL

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My brother and my adorable niece, Taelor.

I hope to be  a better blogger in the upcoming weeks.  I am seriously considering writing a book about this whole weight loss thing, as I feel people can relate to my experiences and feelings.  I’ll keep ya’ll posted on that!

In the mean time…I’ll be blogging.  I promise. 

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I haven't written in here because the truth is, losing libby was originally about weight loss surgery and how much weight I've weight I lost. In the past few months, more emotionally damning crap has happened to me, my family, my parent(s), my brother, and many people in my ever shrinking circle.

I am an addict.
I am well educated.
I live in the suburbs.
I have a child.
I have serious mental health issues.

I tell you all of the ugly in an attempt to hold myself accountable for the things I have done, the things I have put my family through, and most important...what I have done to myself.


If you would have told me five years ago or so that I would be unemployed, filing for disability, and doing medication assisted treatment for addiction...I would have laughed in your face and said you were crazy.

The truth is, like many other Americans, I'm not the only one.

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Much a blog about nothing…

So I haven’t written in a while.  Losing Libby hasn’t lost in about a year now.  Haven’t really gained either, but regardless, life definitely happened.  I recently watched the beautiful Eggy on the Ricki Lake Show.  She embodies what most of us feel post gastric bypass.  That there is still this obese person even if your not as obese as you once were.  It was a good wake up call to me, proving that my job of losing weight is not over, nor will it ever be probably. I’m getting older and I can feel it.  I feel old sometimes.  Kind of like, who is this 75 year old woman kind of old.  I need to move my ass more.  So the next phase of Losing Libby is going to be about losing my bad attitude about exercise.  God help me.

the report is in

I had my six week check up yesterday, and everything looks good he said. The incision pain is best case, a small tear where the sewed me back up, the worst case, a hernia. He said it is too soon to tell, and chances are that it will just heal up on its own in about a month. I am down 32 lbs since surgery, for a grand total of 54 lbs. DA-UHM! I am feeling pretty good of course, just this occasional pain BLOWS.

In other news, I have to go back to work on Wednesday. Blargh! I am pretty much not looking forward to this, but alas, time to go back to working for the man. I wonder how much has changed? Should be entertaining no doubt.

My beautiful friend Jenn is getting married tomorrow, so I better straighten my 'fro out and get moving, cuz I am the official page turner for the pianist. Later kids ;)