And I am morbidly nervous. I have been keeping myself busy cleaning and decluttering everything. I now have the cleanest laundry room known to man. I have never been under general anesthesia, and I am a wuss. I admit it. Everything makes me think I am going to die, cause like I said… I am morbid like that. My hubby has all the instructions on what to do should that happen, my house is clean so people won’t think I was a slob, now the only thing is to drop 20 pounds so I don’t die fat. Ah well, guess that won’t happen. I should also tell you that this is a minor, out patient surgery. Told you I was a wuss!!

Since I won’t be able to run or work out for a while, I went for a run yesterday. It was nice to move my body and actually, I felt pretty good! I’m not doing anything today. I think too much when I run and frankly I don’t want to be alone in my head. Eating? Oh, not so good. We made homemade cupcakes last night. I ate 3 of them. Oh, did I mention we made homemade buttercream frosting? Yeah, about that. Amazingly enough, my weight is pretty much where it has been the last few weeks… I have the weirdest body. I am hoping my hormones will be in check after the surgery so I can maybe actually lose some weight. The doc says it should take about 6 months to stablize, so that puts me right before my sister’s wedding. We’ll see.

So here’s to all you chickies rocking this stuff. I’ll be back soon, kicking ass and taking names. :)