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Jun
30/08
Why Did I Go Into the Kitchen?
Last Updated on Monday, 30 June 2008 10:43
Written by Melinda
Monday, June 30th, 2008

Me and Cooking. Cooking and me. We go together like a beautiful silk blouse and a cockleburr! One is fragile (me) and the other does its damage (the kitchen). Funny how the kitchen only APPEARS to be disastrous and damaged. But once the mess is cleaned up, it sparkles and shines just as if it had just been newly built. I wish I could say the same for me.

Last night I pre-planned tonight’s supper. I threw some chicken tenderloins in the crockpot and covered with water. Only, I was so tired that I went to bed at 8:00. I woke up at 4 am wondering what the smell in the house was. Then it occurred to me that I had not put the chicken away. Luckily it had enough water that nothing was burnt. It actually just fell apart when I scooped it out of the pot. So at 4 am, I shredded the chicken, separated a small portion and made chicken salad for my lunch, and put everything away. All day I had big plans of coming home, making an easy dinner for Tim that consisted of rice chips, queso dip (which I have never made before), and chicken quesadillas with jalapenos and hot pepper jack cheese.

Let’s see how this went down, if I recall correctly. I didn’t have enough queso so I added half a block of pepper jack cheese to the Rotel. It turned out a little “thick” but it was good. I plugged the quesadilla maker in but forgot to set in the metal plates. When I lifted the quesadilla maker to put the tortillas in, it was hot as a firecracker! I unplugged the appliance, put the plates in, then forgot to plug it back in… I didn’t realize until five minutes of lifting the lids, wondering WHY on earth the tortilla wasn’t getting brown! I proceeded with other goings on after plugging in the quesadilla maker. <sigh> Someone remind me why I am cooking?! Oh yeah, because I like to do things for Tim. Plus, it’s supposed to be romantic.

Suddenly I heard a sizzling sound followed by a burning smell. The cheese oozed out the sides of the machine. I overfilled the tortilla, again. This is a normal happening. It didn’t appear time to remove the quesadilla because it never turned brown, but I had to get it out of the plates so that it would not melt everywhere! I found the largest spatula I could find (I really need a snow shovel for this baby!) in order to drag it from the appliance onto Tim’s plate! Just as I thought it was done, I heard the sound of rice chips splattering all over the cabinet and floor! Of course you can imagine what happened next – the dog scrambled beneath my feet to get to the chips! I’m yelling at the dog, Tim’s watching me from the living room, I’m yelling “Why do I cook? I don’t even like to cook! We all know I can’t cook!”

I took the plate to Tim before I did any further damage to his supper. I forgot his fork and walked back into the kitchen for it. In the meantime, I got sidetracked, my short term memory loss kicked in. Instead of repeating the quesadilla maker episode, I decided to scoop out a dallop of shredded enchilada chicken onto my plate, cover with cheese and not even attempt to make MYSELF a quesadilla – even if they are low carb tortillas!

I finally made it to the sofa, plate in hand. I breathed a sigh of relief! Tim looked at me, and I looked at him, wondering why he was not eating the dinner that I had worked so hard to make. He got up to get his own fork. I forgot all about him. <sigh> So much for romantic dinners.

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Jun
30/08
Calvin Klein jeans & Nike shoes
Last Updated on Monday, 30 June 2008 05:23
Written by Melinda
Monday, June 30th, 2008

It’s hard to believe that half of 2008 is over. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the second half! Where has the time gone? I don’t know if time passes by more quickly for me now as I enjoy life, or because I’m getting older! The sayings are “Time flies when you’re having fun…” and “the older you get, the faster it goes.” Which is it? Things that make ya go “hmmmmmm.”

I wanted to share something really silly today. It’s been on my mind for a number of months. My early teen years were spent in the eighties, and the coolest things at our school were Nike canvas tennis shoes and Calvin Klein jeans! Remember the ones that had the swirl on the pocket, made popular by Brooke Shields herself? (I’ve included a picture of them which I found on Ebay today!)

My family was not poor by any means. We just weren’t well off nor could we afford stylish clothes. There are four children in my family (two brothers, one sister, myself). My mother used to say she would gladly buy us anything if her pocket book would allow it, but it took all they had to feed, clothe and put a roof over our heads. I was fortunate enough to have a cousin a year older who threw her “cast off clothes” my way when she upgraded to the next best popular brands!

I LOVED it when I received bags of clothes from her. It was like Christmas! I enjoyed trying everything on, hanging them in the closet. The only distress that it caused was in choosing what outfit I would wear the next school day! That was until I got bigger than she was. I outgrew her “hand me downs” I guess you could say! The popular jeans at the time were Jordache, Calvin Klein, and Gloria Vanderbilt. My parents could afford Wrangler, which have actually come back into style in some circles these days! At the time, however, it was a fashion faux paus.

Once she handed off some Calvin Klein blue jeans! I’ll never forget it because I wore those CK’s at least every other day. The only thing missing were the Nike canvas tennis shoes with the swirls on the sides. Fortunately, a very best friend of mine had a new pair and gave me hers, which were hardly worn. They had a lavender stripe on the sides of the white canvas. I felt so stylish and cool. My self esteem soared through the roof! It made me feel that I was among the rich kids!

After I lost 135 lbs, I had a secret dream. My desire was to find a pair of Calvin Klein jeans! Every time I went to the Goodwill, I searched the blue jean aisle. The CK jeans today don’t have those swirls on the back pockets. They’ve changed the pattern. About a month ago, I found a pair, size 9 juniors. I tried to get those suckers on but dang I could not even get them up above my hips! AND, this is considering that I can wear size 5 juniors! I guess this particular pair has shrunk through the years!? Oh well… another day perhaps.

I happened upon an entire stock of Calvin Klein crop jeans at TJ Maxx the other day. Wow! They looked just exactly like the ones I remembered, only shorter! They did not have my size, but I held them up against me, contemplating on whether to try on a size 6. Then it hit me. The enamorment of days gone by had worn off. I didn’t try the jeans on that day because my need to look and feel 13 again was gone. My desire had been to revisit the days of old, my youth, to recapture self esteem, confidence, the feeling of being accepted and part of social circles.

As I pondered this, I realized that I didn’t need a pair of blue jeans to bring back a feeling of acceptance, being cool, part of the group or crowd. In many ways, I’ve accepted myself just as I am. I’ve settled quite nicely in this newfound freedom and life and that’s all that matters to me. Besides, Aeropostale and Levi’s have taken the place of my famous CK jeans… and tomorrow it will be an even more new famous brand we’ve never heard of today… and they will be as equally or more expensive… those things won’t last… they come and go with time. Yet one thing remains: here and now. Who I am and who I am becoming. That is what I am learning to accept and grow to love.

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Jun
29/08
At The Lake
Last Updated on Tuesday, 5 January 2010 07:51
Written by Melinda
Sunday, June 29th, 2008

I think sometimes I view my experiences with new situations through the eyes of an innocent child, as if it were the very first time. In many ways, it IS the first time I have experienced them. I have missed out on a lot in my life because I was sheltered and afraid to try new things. I didn’t like getting out of my comfort zones (I even suffered separation anxiety once I started attending elementary school). These emotional isolations became worse when I was overweight as a teenager and into adulthood. I never attended parties, went horseback riding, attended prom, or even have my senior pictures taken. When invited to showers, parties or events, I declined and always made excuses as to why I could not attend.

When I lost weight, I wanted my life to be DIFFERENT! I wanted to LIVE, experience, feel, think, learn! I believe that one reason I was so unhappy when I was overweight is that my life was boring and I did not enjoy living it. I looked at others and secretly dreamed of better and more exciting things for myself. My goal for a thin life was to live it with new events and experiences.

One new experience for me was to start dating. But that is an entirely different story! But when Tim and I started dating last July, he asked if I would like to take a trip to the lake for a day out. He owns an Ebbtide much like the picture above (but it is an older model, white and marroon). It was such a wonderful experience! I only remember being on a boat one time as a child when my uncle took us for a brief ride around the lake.

Last year’s visit to the lake was an entirely new and different experience, just like I had planned to have! However, it was around the time that I had my gallladder removed and I was still recuperating. I tried to hide the fact that I had pain, but Tim knew. We visited the lake four times last summer. Each time, I was not able to fully enjoy the outings because later I had plastic surgery and then was recuperating from it!

Since then, I’ve been waiting on summer to come so that we could get back out on the lake. The memories of the sound the water made as it lapped against the boat, the sun shining down on us as we swam in a small cove caused anticipation to grow inside my heart. FINALLY the time arrived! We spent Friday gathering my protein products, filling the cooler full of gastric friendly food and drinks, and buying new beach towels. Saturday morning we went out to breakfast, packed up the truck, then drove to Tim’s parents’ home where he stores his boat. We loaded the boat and drove on another 45 minutes to the lake.

Tim gave verbal instructions on how to start the boat, put it in reverse, use the “down” button to get the lower unit into the water, then put it in “forward” gear to drive to the small docking area where he would be standing & waiting. I repeated the instructions back to him twice, and then continued saying them aloud as not to forget them while he walked back to the truck. He set the boat into the water, I HAD to drive it around to a small dock so that he could park the truck and trailer in the lot! Oh Lord I was scared to death. What if I hit something? What if I broke the engine? Gracious mercy, I proceeded with so much caution… at one point I just let it sit in neutral and as I saw him approach the small dock, I put it into “Forward” and putted very slowly to where he stood waiting. Luckily he reached out and guided the boat so that he could jump in! My stomach was so nervous, but it was enthralling! I was on an adventure, of sorts.

There is a small patch of land in the middle of the lake a few miles from the docking station. It’s called “First Island” and that’s where Tim planned on stopping so that Missy (the dog) could get out and walk around and potty. As you can tell from the picture above, there is a section in the front where 3 people can comfortably sit. Instead of sitting in the captain’s chair behind the glass (like I did last year) I sat in the front and watched the waves crash against the boat. I listened intently as the waves hit both sides, “swish” on the left, “whoosh” on the right. “Swish” on the left, “whoosh” on the right. Green ripples of water drifted towards me, as far as the eye could see (miles and miles). A boat came passing on the left of us, causing larger ripples and waves. Tim drove into them, and the boat soared up a bit so that the ride was not quite as smooth. Water came splashing up onto me, and I shreeked! Of course Tim laughed! Once again, I heard the constant sound “Swish” on the left, “whoosh” on the right.

Unlike a street where you drive on your side of the yellow lines, and in its narrowness, the lake seemed to be enormously wide! I asked, “How wide is this anyway?” Tim said it’s about 1/4 mile wide, but it sure seemed like a mile to me! And up ahead, and far behind, miles and miles of water and green trees surrounded each side. It looked like mountains around us as well. I couldn’t differentiate the colors of green when looking into the distance, but when up close to the trees, each color stood out brightly. Some trees were light green, almost yellow, while others were a dark forest hunter green.

When we arrived at First Island, I started unpacking our lunch. I was hungry! A boat of young people approached and the people started hollering, “Hello! Woohoo!” They docked next to us and asked Tim if he would take their picture. They were vacationing from Indiana. It didn’t take long before three girls approached the boat where I was trying to get food ready. “Hey, you have to come over here… you two are special people!” I thought, “Tim must know them!” He was chatting away with one of the guys from the boat, so I got out as not to appear anti-social. I felt a bit awkward BECAUSE this was the very first time I appeared in public, at a public location in my bikini. I have worn it at home laying in the sun, and at Mike’s a few times to swim. But, I had never worn this bikini (the first I’ve had since elementary school) in a public place where people could actually approach and see me! I felt a bit inhibited… could these girls tell I had loose skin on my legs? What about the loose skin on my tummy? I just felt weird.

It didn’t take me too long to relax. I looked at these girls in their bikinis and one of them had a large midsection. They were all very pretty, but hey! Look! She’s got on a bikini and she is not Miss Flat Tummy – and she looks awesome! It didn’t take me too long to figure out that these young people were having a good time with the help of some type of alcohol. They acted like they had known us for years, asking if we wanted beer (which I hate beer and Tim does NOT drink while on the lake as sun, boats, and alcohol do not mix), where we were from, and what we did for a living. Their designated driver and Tim talked like they were best friends! Going back to the point of my comfort zone, talking to strangers has always been a difficult thing for me. I remained a bit quiet but chatted with the girls for a few minutes, then made my way back to the boat.

Most of the time I freeze to death, but I jumped into the water and it was great! Tim took out his wetsuit and put me in it so that helped me warm up. We put on our face masks and I used the snorkel. I never knew how these worked so this was the first time I experienced it. I saw small fish at the bottom and came up out of the water exclaiming, “Tim, I see fish down there!” He laughed and said, “If you stand real still, they will nibble at your toes.” This was NOT funny to me! I started dancing and yelling, “BUT I don’t want them to nibble on my toes!” I almost freaked for a moment, and then resorted to swimming out into the deeper section where I had to tread water so that the fish would not see me at a standstill. I found two shells that I dived into the water for, and made Tim carry them in his pocket. After, I laid out in the sun
on an airfloat. We then found a small cove to swim at.

The highlight of the day was the thunderstorm! We knew that there was a possibility for rain but decided to go anyway. Recently there have been chances of rain but most of the day ends up being sunny and gorgeous. I did not want incorrect information to ruin my plans! As forecasted, it started to cloud up and then pour down rain. We had a cover awning on the boat which helped us stay dry. But then it started lightening. Tim backed the boat up into the cove more, and we were surrounded by overtowering trees. It was beautiful, and I intently listened as the rain dripped from the trees overhead, darkness peering out from the trees into the cove. Although I was frightened for a little while, it was an experience that I was glad to have. Surely this would be a worthy journal entry for this day. We watched as the cloud dissipated, and resumed our lake time with swimming, eating our evening dinner and more sunbathing. At day’s end, it was the best lake experience I ever had.

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Jun
27/08
While Getting Ready for WLS…
Last Updated on Thursday, 31 December 2009 02:11
Written by Melinda
Friday, June 27th, 2008

A few months prior to having wls, I decided to start preparing early for life as a thin person. I started applying fake nails (mine are incredibly short as I’m a nail biter), going to the tanning bed and buying jewelry. I decided since I could no longer eat the foods I enjoyed and wanted such as hot fudge cakes, pizza, and every other wide array of bad choices, I would take that money and spend it on things that would make me look good later (when I was skinny).

I look back and laugh now, because “What was I thinking?” I was acting as if I would get up off of the weight loss surgeon’s table weighing 120 lbs! I did not think about “the process” of losing weight. I only had one goal in mind: to have lost the weight and live as thin! I guess it was a good thing at times as it kept me pushing forward. But, it was also frustrating when I didn’t have the results I wanted.

This brings me to a memory of a visit to the tanning bed. Our local video store has great prices on their tanning beds and lotions. Plus, I knew the guy who worked there and feeling awkward in strange situations and around people I did not know, well it just made me feel more comfortable by knowing someone who worked there.

I had no idea that there were different sizes of tanning beds until after this episode and I visited Sun Tan City. But one day when I got out of the bed, I noticed a crack in it. Perhaps it could have been there when I got in, but I didn’t remember!  Their beds were all older and down for maintenance many times.  Immediately, my face turned hot as I thought, “Oh my God! I broke their tanning bed!” I weighed in at 251 lbs. I wasn’t sure how much weight these things would hold. But surely the staff would have told me up front, “Our booths hold (so many) pounds.”

What could I do? Run up to the front and say, “Uhh yeah, I hate to tell you this, but I broke your tanning bed.” NO. This would have been the ultimate humiliation! I just put my clothes back on and left. From that point on, I was very cautious getting in and out of the tanning beds. I even finished out my month of prepaid visits and joined Sun Tan City BECAUSE they have some monster booths! One looked as if a thousand pound person could get up on it!

This was two years ago. Just two months ago I returned to the local Sun Tan City to start tanning again. The clerk (who I know) asked if I would like to upgrade the cheapest bed to a more expensive, better bed. I immediately said “NO! I CAN FIT into the small one and that’s the one I want. I no longer HAVE to use the big beds and I won’t!” She laughed, she knows about my weight loss and made a remark about not blaming me for my decision.

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