The January EGD ✔️

The EGD experience was the most anti climatic experience this far. I have not been under anesthesia in more than 20 years. I’ve only had one hospital stay in those same twenty years (and that was only for an out of control ear infection. I’m a relatively healthy person (if you don’t include the obese part).

After waiting for an hour for them to call my name, we went to the back for all the pre op information they want. I should add that they gave me papers that HAD to be brought with me to the hospital that the nurse told me she didn’t need. While back there answered health related questions, etc  they required me to pay my portion of my deductible. I left there $1,118 poorer.

My question here is what if I didn’t have it that day, would they have sent me home. What if you’re self pay? Are there payment plans?

Anyway, the nurse was unable to find a vein in my hand so it went into the back of my forearm. No shock here. My vines don’t like needles. Then after some awkward jokes that fall out of my mouth when I’m nervous, they rolled me back to my dr. The put something in my mouth to keep it open, places an oxygen mask on my face and that’s all I remember. Next thing I know I’m in post op with my friend asking me how it went. Good I guess. In total the procedure too 10-15 minutes.

That was it. 5 mins later I was wheeled out to the car with instructions not to drive, sign any legal papers, or take my dog out.  Apparently, you’re legally drunk for 12 hours after. Hummm. Good sleep, drunk without a hangover, anesthesia could be better than chocolate.

I did however get all call a few days later letting my know that the biopsy they did came back and I have H. Pylori and acid reflux. WTF. I was fine before. Oh well. They called me in a few prescriptions and I have to follow up in 14 when I’m done for a breath test to see if it’s gone.


This box is so FREAKIN heavy


I am an Amazon shopper, I confess. I probably go to amazon at least 3x’s a day.  Naturally, when Jen (One of the most fantabulous people on the planet. Her blog is Here) told me that I needed to invest in some kettle bells, I went to amazon to order.

My desire was to find pink ones…. but settled on 2 black ones.  One is 10 lbs and the other is 15 lbs.  –> Note to self to make the office/spare bedroom more exercise roomish<–. I was so excited to get them in the mail.  I enjoyed the kettle bell portion of Jen’s personal training session back in the day. Yep, that is how we met if I didn’t mention it before.

We were out exploring and shopping over the holidays when I got the notice on my phone that they had been delivered to my door.  WHOOP! WHOOP.. The only thing that could have made it better was if they were pink. Okay, enough with the pink, I heard ya.

When we got home I attempted to move the box from in front of the door with my foot, but it didn’t budge and it kinda hurt my foot.  I hurried around the box to put down my packages and went to retrieve it from the doorway.  When I bent down to pick it up, I remember thinking “CRAP, this box is FREAKIN heavy”. I almost left it and asked my father to come and pick it up. Lazy, yes I know.

I unpacked it and put them in a temporary home until I could decide on where they should live forever, or at least until the morning.  When I crawled into bed later I still had the gitty feeling when you’re super excited about something.  AND THEN IT HIT ME!! That box was 25 lbs. I have lost 25 lbs.

That box represented what I have lost up until that point in time.  HOLY SHIT.  How was I carrying that around with me, all day, everyday?  I look in the mirror and can’t see the 25 lbs and I am guessing it will be that way for a while.  Others tell me they can see it however, I suspect that they are just being nice.

SIDE NOTE:  The weigh in from the photo above is from my last NUT appt, 3 of 3 completed.  I keep my doctor’s office weigh inns on a separate app then my daily (yes, I weigh in daily).  It’s easy to do since the dailies sync with my fitbit. My EGD is 1/13 and Psyc appt on 1/31, then submit to insurance.  From my estimate I should have surgery sometime end of Feb or beg of March.. WHOOP! WHOOP!






It’s here. ITS HERE!! ❤️️❤️️

Finally 2017 is here and Day one is in the books. So long 2016 and all the drama and heartache you brought with you.

I walked first thing in the am so I could log in my miles for 2017 miles in 2017. I am a part of a four woman team called #fabfocusedfour. We all signed up with Run the Edge to collectively complete 2017 miles within the year. That means I need to do 9 miles per week. Easy peasy.

Let me digress for one second:

Y’all!! My team leader is my ride or die friend Jen. I pray that y’all have someone cheering you on like she does for me. She is my biggest chearleader, my nutrition checker, my inspiration and more than anything is my heart ❤️. She has been through some shitty things  but remains to be, without a doubt, one of the strongest, most positive  women (actually person) I know.

I was lucky enough to have her spend 2015 Christmas and New Years with me:

That is us right before the 2016 turkey trot (she drug me to).

She just completed her first half marathon in Dec and I’m so extremely proud of her. You can check out her journey here. It’s a must read, must follow blog. Trust me when I say you might need a tissue. You can thank me later. #fuckcancer #livingwithgraves

Okay where was I?? Oh right. Day 1 of 2017. Logged some miles then off to lunch with the family who are still in town. Then it was a pretty lazy afternoon working on my Happy Planner and sticker book.

There was a late evening trip to Wally World for some supplies (and more discounted Christmas wrapping supplies) ( have I mentioned how much I love a bargain)

Do you have mileage goals for 2017 or a Happy Planner?