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Heard from the classroom: Bookkeepers


Posted by Candy | Posted in Heard From The BackSeat | Posted on 27-09-2013

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Those of you on Facebook or that know me in real life know that two weeks ago, we took Cassie out of her brick and mortar public school and put her into an online public charter school. Luckily, it’s mostly self-guided so she just needs me to help when she has questions or if she needs me to check her answers. It’s been pretty easy, especially when I realized this week that if I go through the night before and take out everything she needs the next day, she spends less time looking for random stuff on the shelves.

working awayWe plan to put her back into brick & mortar next year when she starts middle school. This opportunity came up for her and we took it for several reasons, but mostly because she wanted it. This is the end of week 2 and she’s been doing great, progressing quickly. We’re developing a routine, I’m making sure she gets plenty of social interaction with other kids. We have a schedule, rules, consequences, etc. Ask me again in 3 months, but right now, I think this will work out fine for this year.

One of the BIG rules we have is that if one of us is working on something we “raise our hand” by sending a message through Skype. That way, I know she needs my attention when I’m done and don’t get sucked into something when I’m working on a project until I’m to a good stopping point – the same with her if she’s working on a project or concentrating on something. It actually works out well.

This also means that I have a ride along every day when I make my post office run. She comes in sometimes and other times she sits in the car. Today, we came home and I had a couple of checks that I decided to just remote deposit instead of going out to the bank again. The best light is on my stove to take photos of checks for the software with my phone. So, I take them over there and lay them on the bag on the stove and snap photos and upload them. Cassie asks me what I’m doing and I tell her. She’s not used to me being anywhere near the stove. Tom cooks (and with good reason!).

I walk away and come back to this on my Skype chat with her:

Why does the bookkeeper not cook well?
Because she cooks checks!

This is funny, right? I haven’t completely gone off the deep end at this point… laugh, dammit.

The Facebook conversation…


Posted by Candy | Posted in Misc | Posted on 25-09-2013

One thing about my nearly teenage son... he still always had hugs available. (first, this SUCH a sweet photo, that’s my son, always ready with a hug – this time for Auntie Marcy!)

It’s a right of passage in this day and age. The kid turns 13 and all of a sudden, they are officially “legal” to have access to most social media accounts. Three weeks from today, Jamie turns 13. He came home sick from school yesterday so we were chatting and he said “wow, just 3 weeks and I’ll be 13″. I was all, “Yeah, I know, I can’t believe it either, I’m pretty sure you were born just like a week ago”.

I was on Facebook and was posting in a private group about something to do with him. He never minds this stuff. Both of my kids read over my shoulder from time to time. I guess I’m a different kind of parent in that we don’t really police their language and as long as they are, overall, polite and good kids, what they say to their friends in games and over text messages, I tend to let go. I kind of think my job is more to police for safety than content. I will call them out now and then if there’s something that is completely out of the realm of acceptable, but they know the line pretty well. I try my best to give them space and they try their best to be the best kids that they can be.

I remember I was posting one of those “yeah, my kids are driving me crazy and I want to move into a hotel for a week” posts on my timeline one day and the kids saw it, laughed, and offered to help me pack. That’s kind of the relationship we’ve fallen into. We try to not take things too seriously and it’s not unusual for us to all make a little fun of each other. Heck, earlier this week, I organized a nerf gun ambush on the middle school kids that walk together home on our block. Us parents hid and got them while Cassie videotaped it. The kids all took it in stride and Jamie thought I was pretty awesome. I’ll post more about that later, but it’s just kind of how we run things around here. I dunno. I want to be their friend, but I also want them to respect me for who I am and my feelings as much as it goes in the other direction. We’re working on that. I think my mom taught me that. We had a lot of fun as kids with her, and she was always willing to listen without judgement. I guess I strive to be my mom, in that way. (Shut up, Mom, you can stop grinning now, yeah you did a good job, I admit it, print this out and frame it, woman!)

I'm totally showing this on his wedding day. Blackmail FTW.Anyway… so we were talking about his turning 13. He is excited about several things, but he’s one of the first of his friends to turn 13 so one of the first that can “officially” have a Facebook page – I know, I’m mean. I make them wait until they are “legal”. I told him I wanted to talk to him about Facebook. His response was immediately, “I know mom, it’s like everything else, you get to have my password, don’t friend people I don’t know, don’t click on links that look weird, don’t have a public profile…… etc”

I laughed. I mean, it’s weird right? Our kids have grown up with the internet. They don’t really know life without it and Tom and I have spent a good deal of time teaching them about etiquette and internet safety. They probably know the entire speech by now.

I told that no, what I actually wanted to talk about is what I post. I wanted to be sure that if I was talking about him or complaining or talking about ADD or something, if he would feel weird (I made sure to tell him I wouldn’t tag him in stuff like that). He said that, no, he has ADD and he’s okay with people knowing, it’s not like it’s a big deal. I asked him about what if I was complaining about the kids making me crazy or something and he, typically, said that he didn’t care, but added that I wasn’t allowed to get upset if he posts that his mom is driving him crazy. LOL

We came up with some ground rules about respect and no arguing on our walls on Facebook and no tagging in photos without permission (although he pretty much doesn’t care “I’m a little weird, mom, in case you didn’t notice, I don’t care if someone sees me in a tutu afterall!”

He has a point… it’s interesting. I’ve watched other parents and kids interact on Facebook. I guess the key is to keep talking and realize that it’s JUST Facebook. I tend to overshare sometimes on there, I’m told. And that’s okay. Life isn’t always roses. My kids aren’t always perfect. My husband does drive me crazy sometimes. So, yeah, I post about the grumpy stuff as well as the happy stuff… let’s just hope he does the same :)

It definitely wasn’t the conversation I was expecting to have. I was expecting him to say “no, don’t talk about me or to me or even pretend to know who I am”. LOL. It will be interesting for me to see how much he uses it though. I know Facebook seems to be losing market share to the teenagers because us adults are on there a good bit. He knows, though… no matter where he goes… I’ll find it. *maniacal laughter*

Of Backseats, shots and cameras


Posted by Candy | Posted in Heard From The BackSeat | Posted on 24-07-2013


20130724_103552We took Cassie for her first allergy shot this morning. She’s spent the past week kind of angry with me because she does NOT like shots. Oh well, I will somehow survive. But she was a total champ. A few tears, but no meltdowns. Win!

She and I are taking a cake ball making class with friends tonight. Tom and I kept saying “balls” and giggling, because, ya know, we’re 12. When we hear her pipe up from the backseat, “If I knew raising parents would be this much trouble, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

LOL. Smart alleck.

Oh, and she hates taking photos right now, so this is what you got.

That’s So Jamie…


Posted by Tom | Posted in Misc | Posted on 15-07-2013

So last week I may have won an award for Meanest Dad Ever. Jamie has clarinet lessons once a week over the summer. It takes 5 minutes to get to the lesson, 30 minute lesson, 5 minutes to get back. Less than an hour out of his week. Of course, for me it is more like: put up with an hour of whining the night before when I remind him of the lesson. An hour of whining in the morning when I remind him. The whole hour before the lesson I give him reminders every 5 minutes that we will be going in (insert however many minutes here).

You would think he would be ready to go. No…such…luck.

When I say it is time to go, he says,”I can’t find my shoes.” Seriously? We immediately find ONE tennis shoe. I tear through his room looking for the other, no luck. “Ok, Jamie. What about your crocs?” He immediately finds…..ONE of them. I am about 2 seconds from losing it, and we are already late. Then it hits me: “Jamie, what foot is the croc you found for?”

Yes, I made my son go to clarinet lessons with one plain white croc, and one electric blue sneaker. The funny part: his clarinet teacher took it totally in stride: “Jamie, I think this is a bit outside of the box even for you!”

In all:

1.) Jamie learned that I really don’t care how he is dressed as long as he is dressed.

2.) We got to see a more jovial side of his clarinet teacher.

3.) It ended up being a great day all around!

I met my final weight loss goal of 225 pounds… now what?


Posted by Candy | Posted in Misc | Posted on 14-07-2013

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So, I did it. I got on the scale this morning, looked down and it said:

225+ pounds lost. 2 years, 23 days post vertical sleeve. Holy shit. I did it.So, I got off of the scale and got back on. It said the same thing. I stared at it. I took a couple of pain pills and laid down in bed and thought about it. So… what’s next? I’ve been easing into the maintenance phase of my weight loss over the past few months so I’m starting to feel more comfortable about what I need to eat to maintain my weight and stop losing (unfortunately, it doesn’t include ice cream every night LOL). While waiting for my back pain to subside, I just thought about that for a while and tried to figure out what I was feeling.

There’s a LOT of celebrating. I’ve never felt like a such a success in my life. My weight was always the huge pink elephant in the room. It was the ONE thing in my life that I couldn’t control. It was the one thing that defined me. I was always “the fat friend” or “the funny fat lady”. I think it’s unfair to say that my weight loss hasn’t changed me. It has. I like to believe that I’m mostly the same, but the changes inside are so enormous, it’s the things that you don’t see that have made me as successful as I have been.

I’ve been very honest throughout this process. It’s been HARD. The decision was hard too. You don’t wake up one day and say “oh, I think I’ll go get my stomach cut out”. A lot of thought and planning went into this. As I’ve said before, I had a pretty bad childhood. Food was an escape and a way to soothe feelings – whether good or bad. Having a party, have cake. Having a bad day, ice cream. Someone called you a bad name, there’s always pie. I had to learn about food – really learn about it. I had to learn to deal with stress and feelings. I’ve been seeing a counselor on a very regular basis now for over two years. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, therapy has been the single best thing I’ve done for myself, aside from the surgery itself. It’s something that is SO overlooked in the bariatric community.

So. I’m at my goal weight – actually, I will lose about 10 more pounds after plastics and 140 puts me right smack dab in the middle of where my doctors say my ideal weight is. Heck, no one expected me to get this far, so they’re happy no matter what. Anything under 175 was gravy, this is pure cream cheese frosting at this point. They are THRILLED with my progress. So few get as far as I have given my starting weight.

I feel great. About myself. About my family. I share my success with so many people. My husband, my kids, my support groups, my counselor, my trainer, everyone that’s ever said “yay!” to my stream of updates about my weight. I’ve been so incredibly lucky to have amazing people in my life that have been behind me ALL the way.

My next steps are figuring how how to maintain my weight while keeping a food plan that is something I can live with, allowing for “treats” and good overall healthy foods. I also need more clothes that fit. While I’m sure my size may change a little after plastics, I have a pretty pathetic closet right now. Continuing with therapy and working on my mental roadblocks. Choosing a weight range I want to stay within and keeping an eye on the scale to see how I’m doing. I had my head in the sand for FAR too many years, if I’ve learned one thing throughout the past two years it’s that I cannot just ignore the scale. I have to have some sort of check in for how I’m doing. And, just, living life.

So, I wasn’t sure what to post today, to be honest. I mean, I’ve probably written this post 20 times in my head over the past two years. So I’m going to give you the stats, share some photos and then give some tips if you’re supporting someone that is on a weight loss journey (surgery or not). I think that’s the best thing I can give right now.

In May 2011, my weight reached it’s highest at 375 pounds. I had surgery on June 21, 2011 at 355 pounds. 2 years and 23 days later (aka today!), I’ve lost a total of 225.5 pounds. I weigh 149.5 pounds. Holy wow. I have a LOT of skin. I’m asked that a lot. It’s pretty bad. It keeps me from wearing the right size jeans. Swimsuits without shorts are out of the question, I have to wear loose shirts or there is so much hanging flab that it looks terrible. I’m hoping to figure out how to afford at least a trunkplasty (around $12k). I’m hoping to finance it after my surgery is paid off. I feel great. I can eat anything I want except for pasta, squishy bread and carbonated beverages (all seem to expand in my stomach and cause me discomfort so I just don’t bother). My whole family changed their eating habits and we’re ALL healthier and happier.

…. and, now, the photos. A before & after and Tom giving me the promised piggyback ride for reaching my ultimate goal. He even ran around the front yard. It was pretty hilarious and SO sweet. I, of course, worried I was going to hurt him. LOL.

Candy reached goal weight      Candy reached goal weight

In past blog posts, I’ve given advice for people that wanted to lose weight, but I think it’s equally important to know how to support someone that is. So, just a few things that I found helped (or didn’t):

  • Be there to listen and not judge. If they are having some ice cream, don’t judge them for it. Maybe they worked it into their plan for the day. Maybe this is a day off of their food plan.
  • Don’t be afraid to speak up if they’re eating ice cream EVERY day. Be gentle and just ask, “hey, you said to check in with you, so don’t think I’m judging, but are you taking the week off? I just notice we’ve had ice cream every day this week…”
  • Be prepared for them to be annoyed that you asked. LOL!
  • It’s okay to ask about their weight loss, but “how do you feel” is a REALLY stupid question. I always answered this with “oh, just terrible” with a smirk on my face. Yes, I’m a smart ass.
  • Unless they are truly skin and bones, do NOT tell them they are getting too skinny or that they need to stop losing weight. I HATE this. I was still “overweight” and had a few people that insisted I was losing too much. I learned to just simply say I was working with my doctors about my ideal weight and had it handled, but thank you for your concern. I mean, really. I get that you are used to seeing your loved one a certain size and drastic weight loss really does seem like they are “too skinny”, but most weight loss people totally understand what weight they should be. That’s why we have doctors. It’s made me really feel like maybe I was doing it wrong and nearly sent me down another disordered place wondering if I just wasn’t seeing myself correctly.
  • Don’t call your friend “skinny bitch” more than a few times. It gets old and becomes hurtful. Just because we lost weight doesn’t mean we don’t love you or judge you and it feels bad to feel judged. Luckily, the friend that was doing this caught herself and stopped. I KNOW you don’t mean it, truly, but think about how that feels.
  • Absolutely, 100% tell us congrats and most don’t mind talking about it, but there are other subjects. After a while, even we get really tired of talking about our weight. Talk about the Paris Hilton. Or the weather. Or the Nicks game. ;)
  • Just be there. Be there to celebrate. Be there to high five. Be there with a hug when needed. Just show up and love us. No matter what.

So, that’s it. I am VERY aware that this is going to be a lifelong struggle. I meet people all the time that had surgery and gained back some (if not all) of their weight. I KNOW that my weight and food issues won’t disappear just because I see a number on the scale. It’s something that I will likely have to be aware of for the rest of my life.

But I’m there. I made it. Take THAT fat genes :)

Meet Anton, the newest member of the family!


Posted by Candy | Posted in pets | Posted on 03-07-2013


The Beauchamp Family is pleased to announce the arrival of our newest addition to our family.

Meet Anton! Anton is nearly 1 year old. We think he’s a schnauzer/dachshund mix. We met him Tuesday of last week and brought him home on Wednesday after a successful meet with our other two dogs. We got him from the Austin Humane Society. It was our first trip there. I must say that it was kind of sad, the volunteers there are great about walking them every two hours, but they stay in the small kennels. I wanted to take them all home, but Anton stole our hearts.

He’s such a little lover, absolutely loves to have his ears scratched, will put his head in your lap and close his eyes like he’s in heaven. He’s VERY attached to Cassie, follows her everywhere, whines at the bathroom door until she comes out, sleeps with her. I can only imagine how much he’s going to miss her during the school day when it’s back in session. He’s already housebroken, uses the doggy door (we weren’t sure if he’d fit, but he goes in and out without too much trouble.

It’s obvious that he had a family before us. He whines at the back door when he needs to go outside (we’re working on redirecting him to the doggy door), he goes NUTS when we go to the front door, wanting to go for a walk and he’s SO well behaved.

Did I mention he’s huge bundle of love? He’s beyond sweet.

Julie and Leo are getting used to him Leo likes that he has a brother to play with. Julie is a little more peeved about it. She didn’t like when we got Leo and she’s severely unimpressed that another dog is in her house. She’s human, apparently, and has no patience for pesky dogs stealing HER belly rubs. She just ignores him openly and hopes he’ll go away. LOL. They are all getting along well. They had a few little disagreements, but nothing too big, no one is biting anyone so that’s good.

Okay, so photos of the new baby…

anton    Leo is showing Anton around his new digs. Julie is ignoring them all.   
Yeah, so the new guy is an escape artist. And Leo loves having someone besides Moody Julie to play with.    Hi. My name is Anton. I know how to sit. I'm a good boy.






2 years of weight loss, 223 pounds gone


Posted by Candy | Posted in Misc | Posted on 21-06-2013

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So, today is kind of a cool day. Two years ago, today, I had weight loss surgery. I won’t bore you with the details, you can read my other blogs here marked “weight loss” for the “skinny”. If you just want to see the photos, scroll down… otherwise, I’ll ramble :)

Overall, I feel great. I actually hate when people ask me that, “How do you feel?” I am a smart ass and it shows because I tell them it’s awful. I mean, really, I’ve lost an obese person. How do you THINK that feels? It’s amazing, awe-inspiring, a little sad to think about, and I feel freaking amazing.

It’s also nice that my friends and family are starting to treat me normal again. My weight isn’t the first and only topic of conversation anymore. It really does get old sometimes. Yes, I’m proud of myself. Yes, I don’t mind talking about it, but can we please talk about something else like the weather? Or my annoying children? Or how your husband is a big goofball? LOL. Luckily, I see my friends often enough that it’s becoming a non-issue again. Whew. It also gets annoying to hear about Great Aunt Edna’s daughter who gained all her weight back. Thanks for that story. *laughing* No, seriously, there’s the good and the bad and the good is definitely outweighing the bad ;)

I’ve yet to see the magical “150″ on the scale, but I’ve been maintaining at 152-155 for the past couple of months and that’s fine. After plastics, I’ll be well within my goal and that’s fine. I’m on the upper end of the BMI scale, but we all know that’s crap and frankly, I’m happy where I am right now. I mean, hello. I’ve lost a LOT of weight. I can’t be unhappy about that. Considering that I started at 375, met my surgeon’s goal of 250 at week 36, met my goal of 175 at 18 months and am now well below that… yeah.

Note: I’m 5’6″ – I’m not tall – why do people insist on telling me I’m getting “too skinny”. My doctors all agree that I’m great. If I lose another 5-10 pounds, they will be just as happy as if I stay this weight now. It’s a bizarre phenomenon in the weight loss community. I think it’s because we lose it relatively quickly and people don’t realize what your normal weight really is. My doctors all seem to agree that if I can stay between 135-160, that’s ideal. Heck, anything under 200 is amazing for where I started. So, mom… stop worrying. The doctor says they won’t worry about me unless I dip below 125 and I’m definitely not trying to lose more at this point :)

So, what I did right – journal what I eat and drink, get enough protein, cut out bad carbs, followed my surgeon’s plan, started regular therapy, not beat myself up when I had ice cream or an occasional treat.

What I would do differently – Hmmmm. I don’t know.  I hate to say this, but I can’t think of anything I would have done differently. I think I’ve done a good job, overall and everything I did was part of my own process.

My advice for those seeking to lose weight and/or have weight loss surgery? Do it. But be ready to change your life. I’ve said this a million times, but I didn’t get fat because I was hungry for food. I had a lot of issues to work through in therapy. Get therapy. Then get more therapy. I honestly believe that counseling is the most missed thing in the bariatric community. It’s sad really how many people don’t deal with their stuff. Be ready to change your eating habits. Don’t just CHANGE them – live them. Commit to them. Get support. My husband and children committed 100% to backing me, to cleaning up our eating as a family and to call me out when I’m screwing up. My friends have been AMAZING. I told them what I was doing and why and asked for their support. I have a few other support groups as well. Seek support, use the support. Keep using it, even when you think you don’t need it, show up. It matters. Relax and stop worrying about when you stall for a while, your body has to adjust. I didn’t lose my weight in one line, it was a long process.

At the end of the day, this is the best thing I could have done for myself. I tried dieting and exercise, but this saved many years of my life. I’ve yet to have anyone give me negative judgements and frankly, if they do, that’s their problem. I did what I did for myself and my family. I went public about it to help others and to be transparent about myself – and that has served me well. Knowing that others are watching me has, in some weird way, kept me on the right path :)

Yes, I had an emergency neck fusion 9 months after my surgery and, yes, I’m looking at a double lumbar fusion late next month. That’s life. It would have likely happened anyway… but recovering will be easier with all this weight gone. Much easier.

Okay, so the before and after photos… I can NOT believe I’m putting up photos of me in a freaking swimsuit, but here ya go. The last photo is GUCCI. A GUCCI shirt. Me! It was a gift from a dear friend <3

2 year Comparison


2 year Comparison - Side View


2 year Comparison - Face

Cassie’s room remodel


Posted by Candy | Posted in Home and Garden | Posted on 21-06-2013

I hate carpet. No. I DETEST it. It’s never clean, holds dust and… yeah. I also hate popcorn ceilings with a vengeance as well. We aren’t rich. Enter… DIY Tom! HOLY moly. For less than $600, he did this transformation. Yes, we had to compromise on a few things and not get “top of the line” but we made sure got decent quality and I think it looks completely amazing. Seriously, it turned out soooo good.

Cassie picked out everything from the paint to the flooring to the colors to the design. It’s the perfect room for her. I don’t have good “before” photos, but I did snap one as we were taking up the carpet… enjoy! Just a quick photo blog…

What did YOU do on your Friday night?   Yay! It's coming down pretty easily, we scraped off popcorn tips, sprayed with water and fabric softener. Go us! Not much dust because of misting.      That's my girl... Power tools FTW! 


Back to work, paint minions! Earn that pizza!   The metallic stripe turned out great! Next up is the floor and touch ups.   Tom has done an amazing job. The floor looks so great. Gotta finish the closet and get the quarter round down. Hoping Cassie can move back in on Monday.  

Progress....   ... And the finished door, all designed by Cassie. So cute for a 10 year old's room! Perfect for her and her personality!

Visit with the plastic surgeon


Posted by Candy | Posted in Misc | Posted on 22-05-2013


This is long about Candy’s visit for a plastic’s consult, kinda boring and WAY too much info. You’re warned. LOL!

How can you dread and look forward to a day at the same time? So, today I headed out for a plastics consultation. After losing 220+ pounds, there’s absolutely no way that I can live with all this skin. It’s bad. It breaks down, I need creams and powders all the time. My back is pinched when I roll over in bed. My butt get pinched when I sit down. My drooping arms rub against my armpit area. Clothing doesn’t fit right.

The worst is my stomach though – the vast majority of my weight was in my stomach and it’s like a big deflated balloon. The second worse is my breasts. They’ve lost so much volume that they get sore from being folded up into a bra. It’s seriously uncomfortable. Living in this body sucks. Not as much as it did 2 years ago, but it comes with it’s own set of problems.

So… I finally got up enough nerve to visit with a plastic surgeon. I was so nervous. The idea of standing naked in front of someone while they tell me all the crap that is wrong with me really just wasn’t all that appealing. When you grow up with someone telling you what’s wrong with you and pointing out your flaws and calling you names, it’s really tough to invite that type of thing.

From two friends, I got a referral to Dr. Mahlon Kerr at Synergy Plastic Surgery. Did I mention I was nervous? LOL! Dr. Kerr was so sweet and so personable. We headed to his office where he laid out what procedures were available and what he typically did for bariatric patients (I hate that word “bariatric”, by the way, but that’s the correct term LOL). I’m sure this was kind of a warm up before he told me to strip naked, but it gave me a chance to take a good breath because I honestly thought I was going to throw up.

Most doctors are amazed by the sheer amount of weight that I’ve lost from my weight loss surgery and that I’m a normal weight now when I started out at “super morbidly obese” (another phrase I hate LOL) and Dr. Kerr was not different. I guess most folks that start out as large as me aren’t as successful. I attribute that to the mental health help I’ve had as well as my own stubbornness to never give up.

Anyway… so off we went to the exam room, told me to leave on my undies and put on a robe. I didn’t puke, but was close (dude, I gave BIRTH with a whole room full of people, but this was unnerving). So he sits down, I’m looking over his shoulder in the mirror and he opens the robe and all of a sudden all was right with the world and I wasn’t as nervous. LOL. So, yeah. The first thing he said is “That’s an impressive amount of skin”. *laughing* Um… thanks? The vast majority of my weight was in my stomach so while my thighs fared pretty well and my arms aren’t horrendous, my stomach… yeah.

So… he basically squished and pulled and showed me kind of what he thought he would like to do… so here’s the run down (oh, and the prices I got from his assistant after – I really really need to find a rich dead relative that left me some cash – ouch!)

Trunk Plasty (I was surprised, but he said my back really isn’t that bad and because my upper abdomen was so large and has so much skin, he wants to do that instead of all the way around so that he can remove a good deal of the upper skin. He figures he will remove about 6-9″ ACROSS. I think that’s crazy, but he’s right. If you pull and stretch it… yup. All told, I’m looking at about 10 pounds of skin and fat from my stomach that would probably be taken away with his little scalpel. Cost? $11k (get out your calculators, my friends LOL). Unfortunately, he probably couldn’t totally clear up the girl parts that have issues because of the skin issues I mention below, so that would be a separate surgery (same with my butt if I decided to have it done). Sigh. Although, with any luck, the stomach work would make it liveable. (Told you I was over-sharing, but I know a lot of folks wanted to hear the down and dirty, so…)

So, they would do the stomach first and it would be over 3 (or 4) operations at least 6 weeks apart. Because my skin is so stretched out and thin, he doesn’t want to do too much at a time… so next up…

Boobs and Thigh lift. I think I could actually go without the thigh lift so I might would see if he could do the breasts and arms and be done with it. The breasts would be a reconstruction and implants. There’s simply nothing left there except for skin. Yay! I would have boobs again. Those together are 1 operation. Cost? $13k (If I ditch the thigh lift, I’d probably be looking at $7-9k or so?)

Next up, cutting off of the arm flappers, the bat wings, the weird chicken skin hanging from my upper arms… or, I guess if you want to use the correct word… Brachioplasty. This is a separate surgery, of course and I guess we could combine other stuff. I dunno. Cost? $6k.

So, yeah. Total will be around $30k to fix this mess of a body. Obviously, I cannot afford to do it all at once (heck, I hope to do it at all at this point). The insurance will only cover part of the stomach (probably about $1k – whoopee!). I knew this going in and I figured it would end up, all told $30-$40k, so I was right in there with it. The costs do vary from person to person, so if you’re reading this trying to figure out how much it would cost YOU, it might not be for you. I’m sure there’s different prices for different grades of issues and depending on how much time it takes him, etc etc.

So… this Summer, I’m likely having a double lumbar fusion in my back unless the pain miraculously goes away. At least I know about it.

The plastics guy wants my weight to be stable for 4-6 months (so far, it’s just been one month).

So… it’s looking like NEXT Summer I can start working on the plastic surgery thing. I really want to be sure Tom is home because recovery is… well… sucky… for plastic surgery.

I did ask him about my weight and what he thought. He said that I’m at the top of my BMI (around 150-155 is where I’ve been staying lately) and that he would probably remove 10 pounds himself, so he doesn’t think I should lose too much more, 5 or 10 pounds, tops. So, yeah. I’m done. I’ve started adding back in calories and working on how my life in maintenance is going to be. I still want to SEE 150 on the scale, but I’d rather float down very slowly and work on figuring out what my daily caloric goals are. I’m 38 and I’ve had 2 kids, I’ll never see 120 on the scale (and frankly that would be too skinny for me I think).

So, I got what I needed from this visit, figured out where I am and what he thinks he can do. I was really surprised that he didn’t want to do the full body lift, but very relieved.

So… now… I gotta find that rich relative or take out one hell of a big loan. Or sell a kidney. Or sell Tom’s kidney. Heh.

… and, yes, if I do ever see 150 on the scale, I’ll be posting a big old party post :) But seriously… I’ve done really well and I’m calling this as “done” at this point.

Night out, all dressed up…


Posted by Candy | Posted in Misc | Posted on 06-04-2013

We don’t get all dressed up and go out somewhere fancy all that often, but I’d been wanting to show off this cute dress I picked up so I made Tom take me out to Wink Restaurant (one of my fave places in Austin). We went with another couple. It was SO nice to have a nice quiet dinner out with friends. Just thought I’d share photos while we’re all spiffed up!

Night out

Night out