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The ever disappearing blogger...

The disappearing blogger is about to go where some WLS patients have gone before.


Holy shit people, I'm having a baby! The nugget will be making his or her debut on July 23. I will post some pictures once I edit them.

I have been feeling a little on the nutty side lately. The past few months have been a battle of hormones and overall unpleasantness. I'm really not sure why, other than, one of the things that happens when you are almost 2 years out, is your tool sometimes escapes you. Meaning one day, it is super easy to eat...a lot. I find myself using pregnancy and the hormones as an excuse to eat eat eat. I have gained 4 lbs so far, and I find this pretty much unacceptable!

When I went to my OB doc, she expressed a very good understanding of the gastric bypass patient, stating that it takes 300 extra calories a day to make a baby. Therefore, I shouldn't worry too much about weight gain, especially since I am still, overweight. I took that apparently, as a sign to just go balls out with food!

Well then the new year came, and with that is that whole, get back on the bandwagon business. I am trying, but my brain is often over running the logic that was known as food and healthy eating.

Anywho - I look forward to getting back on track with you all, if you're still here. And if you're not, well you'll be back :) <3


  1. /waves
    I'm still here.
    Keep it coming, kiddo.

  2. Also still here!

    I'm so excited to hear about your experiences being preggers!

    Congrats Libby!


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