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

 One week down! 6.6 pounds down! And it is certainly getting easier! The wins keep coming :).   We had a pretty good weekend and I did relax a little on the diet, especially Satrurday.  We had date night, which meant dinner and drinks out.  I had far too many calories from alcohol but otherwise I was pretty good.  I didn't overeat at dinner and it really helped me enjoy the night more. Yesterday I made up for the over indulgence of alcohol by sticking to a pretty strict diet.  I also forgot to eat because I was in the garage for a large part of the day working on a project for our back porch.  Staying busy helps and the hunger is regulating itself a little too. It is a little discouraging that my weight hasn't moved since Thursday, but I think I need to try to find some patience, because 6.6 pounds down in one week isn't insignificant.  

 Getting back on track sucks.   Regardless, I am determined to do it.  And I'm here telling you that it sucks, so that in a week or so, when my body has detoxed all the crap I've been putting in it, and I'm feeling better, you will believe me that it DOES get better.  Because if I accomplish showing just one person that you can do it, then I've done something worthwhile.  Even if that person is myself. I weighed myself this morning and found the scale 5 pounds lighter than when I started Monday.  That sounds great, but I suspect it has a lot to do with water weight.  I'll take it though.  If it helps keep me motivated, I will convince myself that this self-torture is worth it. If you are looking to come along on this journey with me, feel free to find me on the MyFitnessPal app (username holleealexandria) to see what I'm eating and follow along for meal ideas.

 Well blog friends, here I am.  I'm back.  I wrote a post a month or so ago saying that I was giving this blog up after 3 years of neglect.  But here I am.  Why? Well, I believe that success comes with forming habits.  What was I doing when I was successful at losing weight?  Counting calories, moving more, and blogging.  I think the blogging really just comes with accountability, so I'm trying it again, along with the other two. Plus, I don't think all of my friends want to hear about how fucking hungry I am 24/7.  Mr. Banker (ahem, Mr. Branch Manager now!) gets it, because he's trying to get back on track with me, and we complain to each other, but I just need to bitch a little more. Oh, by the way, I guess this was my subtle way to tell you all that Mr. Banker and I got back together 2 years ago.  Surprise! Over the last 2.5 years I have gained.  I don't even want to put the actual number down.  After my youngest was born, I...

Wow... it's been a year since I've written. I never updated you on my revision (2.0), and I'm only here because it's possible my info could be helpful to others so I thought I'd write a quick update to share. On 4/19/17, I was revised from vsg to rny. I'm finally the wls I should've had from the beginning.  The recovery was the worst. Partially though, because they did in fact not allow me any pain medication. But I made it. And surprise... the day I went back for my two week check up, I was pregnant. I had been trying for some time via donor sperm and this particular time I'd  been careless with counting days,  hadn't taken ovulation tests, but there I was... pregnant. Right after surgery. I hid my pregnancy for a while from the public, which is a huuuge reason i never updated the blog after surgery. I am now the lightest I've ever been... 161 (starting was 344.4). I'm healthy, with no further reflux.  And I'm just living life with...

Hi everyone... I've been dreading writing this blog.  But I've always wanted to be transparent, so I'm writing it.  I also don't want anyone to feel alone, and the few instances of my situation that I've read from other people give me such a sense of solidarity, that I want to give that to someone else. 5 years ago, my surgeon suggested I have gastric bypass instead of the lapband.  I was too scared and I said no. 2.5 years ago when it became clear that my band was failing, my surgeon suggested I revise to gastric bypass.  I said yes.  I learned that I needed to trust my surgeon, and so I got on board.  It was the day before surgery when my insurance said NO.  I was beyond frustrated and went forward with the sleeve even though my surgeon warned me that I may need further surgery if I had the sleeve due to already having GERD. So here we are now, and I'm revising- yet again. As soon as I was sleeved, the reflux got worse almost immediately. ...

I'm struggling. I got out of my gym contract but my former trainer's words really messed with me. I've been attending the new gym here and there but I don't think it's quite right for me. I don't feel comfortable with the child care there so I don't think I'll be going anymore. I need to find something but gyms with child care are difficult to find. I've contemplated running. A jogging stroller would only cost me about the same as a month's gym membership. I hate running, but I love the results. I always lose weight when I do HIIT cardio. I hate that I let words affect me to the point of losing my motivation. I need the exercise mentally, but I just can't find the physical drive to go right now. I hope I figure something out soon.

I'm an ESFJ (Myers-Brigs assessment). My weaknesses, if you're interested: Inflexible   Reluctant to Innovate or Improvise   Often Too Needy   Too Selfless This basically explains everything that is wrong with me. And explains why I'm so averse to change.  I HATE change.  And it feels as if the only constant in my life right now is change. First, the end of my relationship with Mr. Banker. Losing my church (also a result of Mr. Banker). Now losing my gym/trainer. The good and bad news is that the owner of the gym let me out of my contract.  That's good because I really don't think I could've worked out with old trainer again after last week.  The bad news is that prior to Thursday, I really did like him as a trainer.  I'm also losing the support of all of the women at the gym.   That's hard but I think this is the best case scenario. My old trainer from 3 years ago opened her own gym.  It used to be p...