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the Panic ensues

I thought that my morning might have to be spent calling the people at Visa and telling them that I had lost my credit card.  This would have been devastating for me.  No credit card equals having to ask the man that controls the checkbook at our house for money.  This would contradict my normal policy of just buying something and having the 5-7 business days before it arrives to convince him of why I really needed those shoes.  They were ON SALE.  ON ZULILY.  THEY GO WITH EVERYTHING.  Too bad those particular shoes don't fit my feet very well and have barely been worn.  To those who would say it is despicable that I would sneak shop with my credit card, I say let me use my credit card to order you a case of Windex for that nice glass house you're living in.  Which, I could do, because Husband found my credit card in between the seats of the car.  But first, I'd have to find where he has since hidden said card.

Let's start with the good news.  Since my last weigh-in (about 3 weeks ago), I have stayed the same with my inches.  What?  How can that be good news?  Trust me, in light of the bad news, it's glorious.  The bad news is that I'm starting over on the lbs.  First, I don't really understand how one set of measurements stayed the same while the other skyrocketed (not really, but I'm prone to dramatics).  I'm hoping that some of the increase was water weight, I'll be guzzling back the H20 all day in an attempt to shed those pounds. I will say it's difficult to know I failed myself, it's difficult to admit it here.  It would be really easy to quit, have another baby, then have the weight loss surgery.  Knowing my luck, I'd be just under all the indicators BCBS requires before they'll pay for the surgery anyway.  I may work really hard and still need surgery to truly get the weight off.

I just want it off.  I want to be healthy for my husband, for my son, for myself.  I'm seriously considering going to the walk-in clinic and getting on their prescription weight-loss drug program.  The cost would be about $45 a month between my co-pay and prescription.  I just know that as soon as I get pregnant, I'll have to come off of that medication.  I don't plan to stop working on losing weight altogether when the pregnancy comes.  I'll up the calorie intake, but I plan to keep exercising throughout.

Well, this has turned into a bit of a ramble, but that's all the things that are working through my head right now.  Thoughts?

I will say, I enjoyed all the comments yesterday.  Y'all make a girl feel loved, you should speak up more often!

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  1. Weight loss is tough. It can often feel impossible. Having lost 70 pounds, losing an additional 10 at times feels unattainable. You're doing it right though. It all boils down to your diet and exercise. Keep tracking those calories and logging your exercise! Even if you do choose to visit your physician for the weight loss program you will still need to count calories and exercise, their pills/shots will speed up the process which will provide you with encouragement and motivation to continue. I swear by My Fitness Pal and Livestrong. They keep me sain and on track. Again, you're doing great and YOU CAN DO THIS!!!!

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  2. I'm proud of you. You make this big brother very happy! On another note....your as bad as your sister in law. Just because something is on sale, doesn't mean its a good deal! I love you!
    PS. It says anonymous because I didn't have any idea what half the other options meant!

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  3. KK I am proud of you as well, great job changing for you, Map and CoCo. You will feel better in the end. Miss ya'll, thanks for helping my wife when she asks, I am so glad ya'll moved back right before I left so I know she has people around her to help.

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