Hollee's Weight Loss Success Story ((in progress))

Guess where the Obesity Help Conference is being held this year? If you read yesterday's blog post about bullying, you already had the spoiler I guess. RALEIGH, NC! When I read that OH2015 was being held here, I immediately thought of Erica .  She is the sweetest chick- I got to meet her in May when I visited California for my sister's birthday, and I know that Erica went to OH2014 and really enjoyed it.  So I contacted her to ask if it was worth going, and she said it was so good that she'd like to come this year.  That's how we decided she'd be visiting me for the conference in October. If any of you want to go, I have a couch (for those of you that I chat with outside of blogger) or can point you in the right direction of a good hotel!  I'd love to play tour guide and possibly have a WLS meetup experience with this conference coming to town. I have always regretted that I missed the BOOBs gatherings (for the newbies, BOOBS stands for Band Of Out...

Have any of you noticed how much bullying exists among us in the WLS community?  I'm not necessarily referring to those of us in blogland--in fact, I've never felt bullied or anything other than the most support here in my little blog world.  But in other parts of the WLS community I've experienced a lot of "my surgery is better than yours" comments and a lot of size comparison.  It's something that I first experienced when I tried a local WLS meetup.  I was the only person with a lapband at the group and it was then that I decided I would never go back. Now that I'm revised, I still disagree with it.  I would NEVER put someone down because they made a different decision than me.  Even with all my trouble with the band, I would never tell someone that they were making the wrong choice.  Your body, your choice. So, what's sparked this topic of discussion, you might wonder? Well, last month I went on a trip to meet several VSG sisters from instagra...

Over the weekend, Mr.  Banker and I went to DC.  It was a nice trip.  I want to share a couple of photos with you all, but I know that Mr. Banker prefers that his picture not be on my blog, so I am just sharing a couple of me. Just a cool photo that was taken in the hotel.  I loved how it turned out. In front of the white house. Things aren't perfect between us, but I love him more than words are capable of describing.  Things have been mostly good lately, and he's tried so much harder.  I'm glad to have him in my life. He is so supportive of my weight loss journey and that means the world.  In my 2.25 years since my initial surgery, I haven't met another man as supportive of my decision to make myself better.  We spent a good hour in the car Sunday talking about it and he just never says the wrong thing when it comes to that.  He doesn't exactly have a way with words, so I know he's genuine about this.  

Tuesday I posted this #transformationTuesday post on instagram and facebook: I was feeling proud after finally being in the 220's for several days in a row and I wanted to share that excitement. My sister's response to the photo made me tear up a little if I'm completely honest.  She said she's proud of me and so glad that I am a successful person/good role model for my nephew.  I really needed to hear that. It's so hard to believe I began this journey at 344 pounds!

2015 is here! So far, so good!  I'm finally ready to unload the stuff I have been holding back for a while.  When my love life is all jumbled up, I just stop talking about it on here. The last you all heard of Mr. Banker, I was trying reeeeeeeeally hard to leave him alone.  In fact, I succeeded completely for a month.  During that month he kept messaging almost daily, but I was strong and didn't let him in for 30 whole days.  It was hard.  It was miserable.  It really sucked. And then one day I realized I was more miserable trying to stay away than I was with him and not in a relationship.  And what do you know, when I let him back in, the relationship thing happened on it's own.  Yes, that's right folks, Mr. Banker and I have finally admitted that what we have is a relationship.  It's about freaking time! But...when it rains... it pours.  LIKE CATS AND DOGS type pouring. During my month break from Mr. Banker, I met S. ...