I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life and it still surprises me sometimes at how I haven’t explored some places yet. Saint Louis isn’t very far and yet this weekend was the first time I got to visit. I was able to surprise the BF 100%. He had no idea where we were going or what we were doing (let alone that I had planned on meeting up with some of his family). It was a great weekend with perfect spring weather.
Saint Louis is known for its arch, its blues, and the Cardinals. Although it’s still spring training we still got to see some games on TV. Kansas City blacks out the Cards spring training here… something about having two teams in the same state makes people a little crazy. We spent some time by the mighty Mississippi River and the Arch. We actually stayed just a couple blocks from the arch so we were able to see it in all it’s shiny glory (and almost everything was within walking distance). Now the blues in this town is of a caliber you have to see to believe. Absolutely amazing shows in the small dive bar we found on our first night in town. I can’t wait to go back.
Overall the trip was grand but, as always, the company was the best part. Sharing good times with good people makes everything better. I’ve been blessed with such great people in my life (both my family and his). Spending time together with the BF always makes separating harder but it also makes us stronger.
I am just over one year into my journey to become a doctor of chiropractic. It is daunting and I’ve struggled along the way. But if it was supposed to be an easy path then everyone would be called Doctor. Cleveland Chiropractic College is unlike any other academic environment I’ve ever experienced. When I tell people that we are a family, I don’t think they fully grasp how deep our love for each other really lies. I’ve heard about super competitive schools and while we are competitive, ours is a friendly competition and not the cut-throat sabotage variety. At any time someone will offer tips for how to study for a test or freely share their old notes with another student. It is the most genuinely caring environment I’ve ever been privileged enough to call home.
When people say it is a blessing to lift others up so they might succeed I am proud to say that Clevelanders exhibit this every single day without a second thought. It is as much from the faculty as it is from the other students. I know that at any time I can talk with a professor who will set everything down, and with genuine interest, answer any questions I might have or offer guidance if that’s what I’m needing. Open door policy is a way of life here and even with instructors that I may not have taken classes from yet.
Once a year we all get together for a night of relaxing fun. It’s the Cleveland Chiropractic formal. Everyone gets dolled up, enjoys a great meal, and shares some laughs with students and faculty alike. The food was delicious, the music was perfect, and everyone had a great time. It’s a nice reminder that every once in a while we all need to set the studying down and step back to enjoy the life we are living right now. Once we are finished with school and have our fancy diploma we will wish that we could have spent more time with our chiropractic family.
I raise a glass to you all. You are the support group that others should strive to become!
Chiro Prom 2015
It’s the one thing Ryan and I have argued over for years. He says since we acted married from the start it should be 9 years but by paper it’s only 6. Since he made me a deal when we got married that I could get a diamond anniversary band to match my wedding band when we got to our 10 year anniversary I’ll agree to the 9 year mark. Now, he’s all for this until I remind him about the shiny promise… then we’re back to the legal numbers. 😦 Poo I likes me my shiny stuff!
Regardless who wins this one it’s our anniversary all the same. We got to take a trip last year to see all the pretty colors of the Lake of the Ozark area. It was a lovely long weekend. No plans other than some nice quiet alone time this year though. I have one amazing man I tell ya!
I found mine!
Three Year Band-iversary!!!
Today is the three year anniversary of my lap band surgery (Band-iversary if you will). I have kept a log of my journey in numbers. Numbers don’t lie.
Three years ago I was 250 pounds, I wore a size 24 pant with XXL shirts, and had a BMI of 41.6 classifying me as a morbidly obese adult woman. I couldn’t walk up a hill let alone stairs without feeling sweaty and like my heart was in overdrive. I made sure that all of my tops were larger than necessary to help camouflage my body. Where I used to have a nice hour-glass shape I was more of an apple with a small indention where a waist might have been. It was not uncommon for me to secretly eat an entire fast food meal on the way home from work just in time to make dinner at home and eat again. I am not proud of these things but I know that I am not the only person to have found myself in this situation.
Fast-forward to today. I weigh 162 pounds and have a BMI of 26 (25 is considered “healthy”). I can fit into a size 10 but am more comfortable in a 12. I wear medium sized shirts. I can not only walk up stairs and feel fine I have been caught running up stairs at work. I am proud of how I look. I am conscious of how I carry myself now and wouldn’t even think of trying to blend into the background. I no longer sneak food.
Do not be fooled into thinking that a Lap Band is an easy answer. It is far from it. The dark side of these surgeries isn’t told unless you know where to look. I’ll let you in on some secrets.
I have a hard time eating certain textures. If meat is too firm my stomach cannot tolerate it and it is coughed up. Any food that “puffs” up in my stomach is also coughed up. So there’s bread and most rice. I am not using the term “coughed up” as a delicate way of saying that I throw up or puke. It is a similar action but not exactly correct. The offending food does not make it into the part of my stomach that houses stomach acid. So it comes up in about the same form as it went down. Think of it as a lap-bander hair ball of sorts. It has taken me a long time to not force the issue. If a food is a no-no it’s a no-no and there’s no forcing it to work.
One of the lap band rules is no drinking while eating or for an hour after finishing a meal. If this rule is ignored it also leads to a fun trip to the bathroom. Except this is not to cough something up it’s to slime for a while. Yah, sexy I know. Picture this; you have food in the top stomach pouch (the one that is made by cinching the band around the stomach) waiting it’s turn to drop into the main part of the stomach and all of a sudden you flood this area with water. It has no where to go but up. You have essentially backed up the sink.
There are more things but these are the main issues I had the hardest time learning.
How do I live like this? Easily. Like anything it just takes getting used to. I love how I feel and would never change my decision to have Lap Band surgery.
I’ve lost the equivalent of a baby calf’s weight!
You may go back to your regularly scheduled lives.
Today is our anniversary. Two years married and five years together! So far the count goes something like this…
- Dogs acquired- 2
- Cats acquired- 1
- Cats relinquished- 1
- Fights- 0
Yes, that’s right folks. NO fights. I can only remember one relatively heated discussion. I asked R and even HE said that there were no fights (he didn’t even remember the heated discussion). All of this we are pretty proud of. We attribute this to our sense of humor. We both grew up in pretty goofy families. The kinds of families where joking around relieved tensions. People are just too serious! Laugh, joke, and be merry! I think that’s the secret of our happiness.
Thanks to the creative talents over at Sketched Out for the fantastic drawing!