I know I don't post often anymore and I do owe you guys some pictures... but I wanted to share my year in reflection:
Saturday was my 1 yr anniversary from surgery - I weighed in at 133 pounds that day and lost a total of 194 pounds in 1 year (exceeded my goal).
Thursday was my annual check up with my surgeon and although she is pleased with my progress

, she will not approve any plastic surgery at this point and doesn't want me to lose any more weight

- I am required to maintain between 130 - 135 for 6 months. I want to have children some day (or at least thinking about it) and she doesn't want me to get surgery and then stretch out again, we'll see what six months brings (the next time I'm required to go to the doctor).
I'm both happy and sad. This surgery does not come without a price (as we all know). I've lost a lot of weight, but also a lot of my identity. I was always the fat, funny one... and I'm learning how to adjust to the new view people have of me. I'm also learning how to accept this new body image I have. When I was a big girl, I never thought I was a big as I was, and now that I'm thinner, I see myself as huge even at a size 4/6 (yay... this weekend I bought a skirt, size 4!

, but still picking out size 14).
Although I'm off any meds for medical reasons and most of those physical issues have been resolved by the weight loss (let's just say I'm a lot healthier), I'm still suffering from depression

, and looks like this is be a life long battle of mine (I was hoping that the surgery would have helped this in some small way). Just like anyone else I have good days and bad days. I also have low iron which makes me very cold all of the time, but this is being adjusted by supplements.
Another important thing which this surgery surfaced in my life, is that Kelly (my husband) and I have split up

. It's sad really, but we are trying to maintain a friendship and *trying* to do this as amicable as possible. Please do not feel sorry for us. We had marriage issues way before the surgery and although we tried to stick it out (with and without a therapist), I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
So in the past year, I've lost 194 pounds, Symber (my dog and love of my life), my Husband, my sister (she's not talking to me), a few friends that couldn't deal with the "new" me... but who's to say all of this was due to surgery?!
I feel wonderful and everything happens for a reason right?
In reflection of this year... the friends that have supported me are the best and such an important part in my life, I don't think I could have been strong without them (and this wieght loss board)

. My relationship with my mom is much better (we have our moments). The "evil" sister has been a blessing in her own way. I've found my job to be more rewarding and accelerating in the direction I so desire. I got a bunny
My point... life just happens. A quote I've kept close to my heart since I decided to have this surgery is "Life is about the journey, not the destination". So true... so true.
Thanks girls for your continued support! You are the best cheerleading section ever!