Oh, what a horrible few days it's been.
First, my sister was deliberately excluded from Christmas dinner with the family. now, they had a good reason, and I actually agree with it, however - they DIDN'T TELL HER! They just decided what was best for her, and assumed she'd understand.
She kinda did, I didn't. I was LIVID. I also posted on FB, and they finally explained the situation. What a bunch of assholes.
They decided, because it was a big crowd and they had a big dog, that my sister wouldn't be comfortable. They were right. However, instead of telling her before the fact, they just...excluded her.
after what they did at my dad's celebration of life, I was furious.
Of course, little miss bitch went off on me - because I didn't have all the facts. She's determined that she's right, and I'm wrong, and then tried to make me feel guilty for not living in the same city.
The only reason I moved was because I knew my dad would take care of my sister. Now that he's gone, I fully expect these assholes to slowly cut her out.
To keep the peace (for sisters sake) I did apologize, but they're still in the wrong for how they did it.
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Then, yesterday, I had to say goodbye to my Botika. She was a mess, and the vet said that her mind was gone - her body just hadn't realized it yet. so, I'm dealing with a third loss in 4 months. my Tabby cat, my dad, my Botika. 1/3 of my family, gone.
and while I'm doing that, is when little miss bitch messaged me. I told her I'd answer after I said goodbye to my Botika. What does she come back with? "donno who or what that is, but I'm sorry for your loss". Little cunt. I'm pretty much done with her. I'll be nice when I see them (If I ever do again), but I've lost all respect for her. And she's in social work. oy.
I love you, my monster. Wait for me at Rainbow Bridge.
December 28, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 - 13 months post gastric bypass
Well, it's been a very quiet month.
Just working on getting my water in, and vitamins, and food, and ugh.
Constipation is my constant companion, and I've asked for some tests to be done - I think my bowel looped funny after my hysterectomy, and is causing bladder/bowel issues. We'll see.
Scale is starting downward again, and I can see my skin getting very loose and wrinkly. Makes it hard to see the "small" me, but I'm working on it. Fat brain is working overtime, but I"m still not comfort eating.
Highest Weight 338 lbs (best estimate)
Referral Weight 322
Program Start 311
Surgery Weight 272
Current Weight 179.4
change from last: -5
Measurements:
Hips: 42
Waist: 35
Bust: 40
Just working on getting my water in, and vitamins, and food, and ugh.
Constipation is my constant companion, and I've asked for some tests to be done - I think my bowel looped funny after my hysterectomy, and is causing bladder/bowel issues. We'll see.
Scale is starting downward again, and I can see my skin getting very loose and wrinkly. Makes it hard to see the "small" me, but I'm working on it. Fat brain is working overtime, but I"m still not comfort eating.
Highest Weight 338 lbs (best estimate)
Referral Weight 322
Program Start 311
Surgery Weight 272
Current Weight 179.4
change from last: -5
Measurements:
Hips: 42
Waist: 35
Bust: 40
Good bye, Dad.
I've been putting this off for weeks (can you tell?)
However, it's time.
Nov 10, 2018 was a day of Celebration. Of the life of my Father, John B.R. Gilchrist.
Born Sept 15, 1944
Died Sept 18, 2018
The last thing I said to him, on his birthday, was "I love you". He died less than 72 hours later.
I'm devastated, heartbroken, and just.... lost.
Anyway, I booked a trip to Calgary for this event. I took a dress that Crysi said I had to buy, because it looked great. So, I did and decided that I was going to look like a million bucks (and I did!). I stayed with Ruth for a couple of days. It was weird, being in that house without dad.
All of the food was pot luck, and Ruth provided a lot of the meat. We did a lot of the cooking at her place.
Day of the Celebration, Ruth decided to wear her favourite dress. She asked me if she was going to be over dressed and I told her "You like that dress, Dad liked it, wear it. It's appropriate". It was. She looked great.
We get to the hall, and got things started, and were waiting for the "muscle" to show up. There's no way we could have moved tables, that's for sure. So, I'm sitting at one of the few already set up tables, and Ruth is at another. Her daughter Michelle comes in, and I wave a bit and go back to what I'm doing. She looks at me with a small smile and a "who are you" look, but didn't say anything to me. I realized she didn't recognise me, so I just waited.
A few minutes later, Ruth introduces me to an old friend of Dad's, and Michelle just about lost her mind. She was like "NO WAY!" etc. I thought it was hysterical :P She kept looking at me like I was an alien (remember, I've dropped 130ish lbs by this point. I also hadn't known that dad hadn't told them about my surgery ).
We then went to pick up my sister, and then needed to help Jen with some things. Jen saw me in the car, and michelle tells me that Jen asked "whos' that?" and M replied "random friends and family". I realized then that Michelle wanted me to do the same to Jen, as I did to her. Okay, will do.
Back at the hall, the muscle has gotten most of the tables up, and I'm just helping moving food around in the kitchen, etc. Michelle asked "have you done it yet?" I laughed and said "no, I want you there. come on then".
Into the kitchen we go, and Jen looks at me, then sticks her hand out "Hi, I'm Jen!". I couldn't resist - I shook her hand and said "I'm Tracee, nice to meet you". She literally fell out of her shoes.
Sadly, that was the last fun part. Jim and Kim came for moral support, which was lovely! Thank you!
They did a lovely photo tribute to my dad and Ruth, and everyone in the family did little videos...except my sister and I. His only bio-kids. One photo of sister, and NONE of me in the whole thing. And yes, they did it on purpose. I've always been "John's daughter", but that night - no one would have known that. I didn't say anything, because I refused to ruin the night for Ruth. She is not like that - it's just Jen and her other daughter Mel.
Whew. Glad I got that over with.
So, fare the well, Dad. I'll be okay, eventually.
maybe.
However, it's time.
Nov 10, 2018 was a day of Celebration. Of the life of my Father, John B.R. Gilchrist.
Born Sept 15, 1944
Died Sept 18, 2018
The last thing I said to him, on his birthday, was "I love you". He died less than 72 hours later.
I'm devastated, heartbroken, and just.... lost.
Anyway, I booked a trip to Calgary for this event. I took a dress that Crysi said I had to buy, because it looked great. So, I did and decided that I was going to look like a million bucks (and I did!). I stayed with Ruth for a couple of days. It was weird, being in that house without dad.
All of the food was pot luck, and Ruth provided a lot of the meat. We did a lot of the cooking at her place.
Day of the Celebration, Ruth decided to wear her favourite dress. She asked me if she was going to be over dressed and I told her "You like that dress, Dad liked it, wear it. It's appropriate". It was. She looked great.
We get to the hall, and got things started, and were waiting for the "muscle" to show up. There's no way we could have moved tables, that's for sure. So, I'm sitting at one of the few already set up tables, and Ruth is at another. Her daughter Michelle comes in, and I wave a bit and go back to what I'm doing. She looks at me with a small smile and a "who are you" look, but didn't say anything to me. I realized she didn't recognise me, so I just waited.
A few minutes later, Ruth introduces me to an old friend of Dad's, and Michelle just about lost her mind. She was like "NO WAY!" etc. I thought it was hysterical :P She kept looking at me like I was an alien (remember, I've dropped 130ish lbs by this point. I also hadn't known that dad hadn't told them about my surgery ).
We then went to pick up my sister, and then needed to help Jen with some things. Jen saw me in the car, and michelle tells me that Jen asked "whos' that?" and M replied "random friends and family". I realized then that Michelle wanted me to do the same to Jen, as I did to her. Okay, will do.
Back at the hall, the muscle has gotten most of the tables up, and I'm just helping moving food around in the kitchen, etc. Michelle asked "have you done it yet?" I laughed and said "no, I want you there. come on then".
Into the kitchen we go, and Jen looks at me, then sticks her hand out "Hi, I'm Jen!". I couldn't resist - I shook her hand and said "I'm Tracee, nice to meet you". She literally fell out of her shoes.
Sadly, that was the last fun part. Jim and Kim came for moral support, which was lovely! Thank you!
They did a lovely photo tribute to my dad and Ruth, and everyone in the family did little videos...except my sister and I. His only bio-kids. One photo of sister, and NONE of me in the whole thing. And yes, they did it on purpose. I've always been "John's daughter", but that night - no one would have known that. I didn't say anything, because I refused to ruin the night for Ruth. She is not like that - it's just Jen and her other daughter Mel.
Whew. Glad I got that over with.
So, fare the well, Dad. I'll be okay, eventually.
maybe.
1 year post gastric bypass (Nov 22,2018)
I made it. One year :)
Not much to report, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
Highest Weight 338 lbs (best estimate)
Referral Weight 322
Program Start 311
Surgery Weight 272
Current Weight 184.4
change from last: -2.6
Measurements:
Hips: 42
Waist: 35
Bust: 40
Not much to report, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
Highest Weight 338 lbs (best estimate)
Referral Weight 322
Program Start 311
Surgery Weight 272
Current Weight 184.4
change from last: -2.6
Measurements:
Hips: 42
Waist: 35
Bust: 40
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