Today I get to go in for an hour and twenty minute appointment to the dentist. OH JOY! The best part is she doesn't know how bad it is going to be until she gets in there, because she cannot tell for certain from the x-ray. I have a feeling this is going to be one of SEVERAL dentist appointments. On a much more positive note, Ben insisted on taking me to the dentist. :) He is such a sweetheart.
I forgot to mention one thing last weekend that sent me into a complete and utter panic. Ben was holding me, and went to lift me off my feet. My body immediately was trasported back into a 393 pound woman. I locked up all my muscles, and didn't let him. I want to be at a weight where a guy could pick me up, but I am by no means there yet. I wonder if in my mind I will ever be there.
Last night at the nursing home, Ben and I visited a lady in her fifties who was SSMO. It was so difficult for me, thinking that I could have been her. (Also thinking that at the rate I was headed, I could have been her in my forties.) My heart broke for her. She couldn't walk at all when she came in. Now she can walk extremely short distances. She cannot sleep flat, because of airway restriction. Seeing this made me even more determined to get these last few pounds off, and try to maintain a healthy weight.
Yesterday on three different occassions Ben mentioned that he could tell I was losing weight. He said I had a very slender waist. Never would I have expected to hear those words from a guy. WOW! Interestingly enough, while he has been saying all these sweet comments, the scale won't budge.