Why is it that sometimes losing 75 pounds seems so awesome and whoo-hoo and look at all the new clothes I fit into and don't I look so much better and it's so much easier to (walk up stairs, keep up with kids, teach standing up, etc)...and other days? It's like all suck. I can only focus on my pooch (not pouch--my pooch--were my stomach is all bubbling out of my clothes) and how dis.gust.ing it is and how I still have a double chin and still have over 50% of my excess weight to lose and wahh!

Today is one of those not-so-positive days. AND don't even start about PMS!! I hate it when every little b*tchy mood I get into is turned into, ohh, somebody's PMSing today, huh, nudge, nudge, wink wink. I just sputter back because I am using every available brain cell to resist the urge to inflict grevious bodily harm. GREVIOUS, I tell you!!!

And, SO WHAT IF I AM PMSING??? Huh? Is this a freaking crime? I mean, did I ASK to be born with a uterus? Hmmm? NO. I don't think I did. So back up off me, mmmkay?

I guess I'm posting now because I want you (yes, I just addressed you, the reader. Hi! I'm Jem. I'm normally fun and funny and awesome, but not so much right now. Pleased (I'm lying--but only because I'm in a bad mood--I swear!) to meet you!) to understand that this is not all happiness and puppies and sunshine and hugs and rainbows. Everyone who has had this surgery struggles sometimes. Sure, the physical changes can be awesome, but they don't seem awesome every second of every day, ya get what I'm saying?

I was going to try to end this on a positive note, but seriously, I'm not feeling it right now. So :P Later, ya'll.