My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
I’ve hit two weight stalls since my surgery, which was almost eight weeks ago. I stalled at 263 – 265 lbs. around weeks 3-4, and now for the past week and a half I’ve been stuck between 251 and 253. My lowest weight was this morning, when I weighed in at 251 lbs. I’m getting antsy, because I’d give almost anything to be on the other side of 250, when I’d officially be closer to 200 than 300!
But I still feel great, and some of the before & after shots I’ve compiled clearly show how far I come:
I think the 42.8 lb. difference between those two photos is clearly obvious. 
However, I must say that life after surgery isn’t exactly easy. Constantly worrying about protein, getting enough to eat, enough to drink, going without food in order to satisfy thirst, going without water in order to satisfy my nutritional needs, and dealing with vomiting issues when I eat too quickly, get air trapped, or just have an “off” day with food. Right now, for example, I’m trying to find some photos of turks and caicos hotels for an article I wrote, but instead I’m deciding if I want to deal with the discomfort of needing to vomit long enough to get the food to stay down and digest, or if I should just say “fuck it” and go vomit. I’m leaning more towards the latter, since at least then I can clear out my stomach and try again. Grr…
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