suddenly i see this is what i wanna be...

So yesterday I was home from work because of the not feeling well. Then I get back today and find out that someone was canned while I was gone. A big important someone, too. The last time I took a week off, several people lost their jobs. I'm almost afraid to go on vacation! Unless there were some way I could direct this superpower -- like maybe make a list of people I want gone, hop on a plane to Mexico, and then by the time I hop off another plane a week later all tanned and rested, they'll be gone. I mean, it seems it's not outside the realm of possibility at this point.

Other than the firing, which I actually wasn't too sad about, I am feeling pretty fabulous today. I still have a little pouch pain from the Sugar-Free Oreo Incident, but I'm definitely back to my old self. After work, I went to the gym and I was so not feeling the workout mojo, but as it turns out I am SO GLAD that I went. I took another Step class with an instructor I really like, and afterward he very enthusiastically told me what a great job I'm doing, and that he's glad to see that I'm taking classes and not just doing the machines. Yeah, the truth is I was getting bored to tears on the machines. There are days when I do want to just hit the treadmill or elliptical and zone out, and there's other days where it's much more fun to hit the Step or rock the Zumba and shake my ass to some good music. And, please, don't tell LesleyMom this, but all those dance classes she made me take as a child? Yeah, they were not a waste. Apparently, I am good at the dancing, and good at doing a move as the instructor calls it out. And secretly, I laugh a little at the skinny minnies who can't do the moves and can't keep up and stand there staring at the rest of us in bewilderment. Although last week one of them told me after Zumba that she couldn't follow the moves and that there were so many times during the class that she wanted to quit, but she saw that I was doing it and figured she couldn't stop if I didn't stop. Well yes, that is the rule: please remain moving until the big girl has come to a full and complete stop. Everyone knows that.

This week I saw my surgeon for my nine month follow-up. Yes, it's been 10.5 months, but that's how they roll there. So my official one year appointment will happen when I'm 13.5 months out, and I'm okay with that. My goal is to continue following-up every three months until I get to my goal. My visit with Dr. P was completely awesome, thanks for asking. She told me several times that she's proud of me (awwww!) and that I should feel good about the progress I've made and how driven I am to continue. And, GET THIS, my bloodwork was stellar! My iron is all normal, my B12 is normal too (no more shots! Yay!!!), and everything else was good, too. It made me really feel good about my decision to shell out the money for the special vitamins formulated especially for bariatrics, rather than rely on Flintstones and Tums. Because Tums are BLECH and I also didn't feel too good about relying on a vitamin designed for a 40 lb child. My Vitamin D is still a little low, but this time it's in the normal range, just on the lower end of it, and I can supplement that easily enough. And my blood pressure was 104/68. Yeah, you're jealous. I know.

In other news, it has been brought to my attention that my GoWear Fit armband could possibly be a Decepticon. Stay tuned for further developments.