Seven Weeks Two Days Post Operative

The only reason I'm here is because I was deleting online picasa web albums and had an album marked blogger. 

I had my first follow up appointment with Dr Durmush Saturday just gone.  Since the operation I've lost 17kgs exactly.

This is 7 kilos in one month.  1.75 a week or 250gms a day.  On average.  I try not to obsses about the figures but as you can see it's not my strongest point.

I'm trying to break through the 120 barrier to the teens.  I've been teetering on 120.1 for the past 48 hours.  It would possibly be of benefit to my plight if I did not eat three small bowels of curried sausages all in a space of 3 hours.

I had an operation on my stomach not my brain.  My surgeon helped me though put things into perspective, it's always good to sit across from him and feed off his wisdom.  He likened large meals at buffets to poison, which I had concluded myself a long time ago but gaining his validation was motivating.

I'm slowly coming to grips with it all.  Not feeling the emotional duress anymore of being seperated from a double quarter pounder anymore.

Today I'm taking an impromptu half day annual leave.  I'm heading to westfield to find some new pants.  The ones I have been wearing for six years are heading South, so are my undies - these two things coupled make not a good thing - particularly if my pants decide to spontaneously drop.

I'm going to be a Great Auntie at 31, my brother a Grandfather at 38.  Ben's girlfriend Deni is six weeks pregnant apparently. I haven't met her, but her facebook photos suggest she is a nice girl.   No loud announcements on Facebook as yet so I will save the fanfare until they too are genuinely excited about it too.  At the moment being 17 & 18 I'm assuming that there is a fair bit of processing to get through.  Mum as always is pleased with her accomplishment of being a Great Grandmother.  Another maternal notch on her belt.  Er, well done?

Oh and on another exciting note, Mark and I are having our official engagement dinner on the 21st of August 2010 at 1830.  YAY.  I'm in the mood to celebrate, It's a Buffet restaurant (groan but cannot escape the expectations of mass food due to my Samoan heritage) in Parramatta.  It's on the river and offers a polynesian dance show (tieing into my Vintage Polynesia theme for wedding) and a DJ afterwards.  I'm only inviting closest friends and family but on the night I'm anticipating only a few members of our family and our church.  ANYWAY I'm happy, one stop closer to being Wed.