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Ok let’s get raw, after all, that is sort of what you are used to with me right? I’m one of those blunt, tell it like it is, call it like I see it girls that tend to rub people the wrong way if they don’t appreciate that sort of personality type. I am also one of the most supportive people you will ever meet and if you ever need someone fighting in your corner I am one of the people you know you can count on. I am also very real and very accountable when it comes to owning my own issues and calling myself on the carpet on my own behavior.

I am not always right, in fact, I am often wrong and I have admittedly made some pretty drastically bad financial decisions in the last 10 months. Some I regret, some I don’t, but they are stressing me out a lot and weighing heavy on my conscious as we approach the new year and a time of new budgets, resolutions, goals, and what have you. I’ve made decisions that have made me quickly second guess the path I was currently taking and wondering if I shouldn’t reassess the situation and come up with a plan B.

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There is some added pressure in that I am the one that handles the finance in my household. Nobody else in the house ever has to worry about whether the bills are being paid, about what they are spending, they never have to worry if they can afford to pick up something to eat o the way home and they never really have to ask “Can I buy this?” – I’ve always been the one that does the budgeting, that pays the bills, that writes the checks, that robs Peter to pay Paul, that borrows from the savings, that opens that new account to juggle interest charges, that works on building our credit scores, that pays attention to when things are due. So in those times that my Family has ended up in a situation where we are in over our heads and we’ve bitten off more than we can chew, guess whose fault it is? Mine. All Mine, And when it happens, I am very good about beating myself up over it and making myself miserable over it. I am also really good and sacrificing anything extra for myself without anyone else knowing to try to make myself feel a little less guilty.

Now, it is from that place that my post the other day about Reality Sucking came from. I’ve put my Family in a situation where because of the decisions that we made as far as how to fund our portions of the cost of a year of reconstructive plastic surgery, how to compensate our income for the time off, how to deal with the financial stress that my side of the family was putting on us, and to buy ME a new car that would also serve as a car I would use for my future business plans later. Not to mention how to fund sending me on trips we felt were going to be huge emotional moments and open doors and show me the right path as far as the new career I am seeking out, as well as decisions to buy me certain things I need and wanted after massive weight loss, we’re in over our heads, money is now extremely tight again, and once more our dream of buying a house is slipping through our fingertips. That’s A LOT of weight on my shoulders. The ONLY person in my household that is upset about this situation is me. The only one blaming me, is me. The only one making me feel guilty, is me. But because I do feel all those things, I start instantly trying to get back to a situation where I feel like I can give more than I take or get, because that is just the kind of person I am.

So the plan, as it stands now, as my Family has agreed, is that I continue to spend the next year, focused on my weight loss and achieving my goal weight, focused on exercise, that I have one final session of reconstructive plastic surgery to fix little cosmetic issues like pleated skin on incision lines, a dog-eared incision ending and possibly if I decide to, an arm revision and breast implants. Studying for my Personal Trainers exam, taking my test and making sure that by the end of the year I am able to start working in that industry in one form or another. My goal, is to open my own company as an Independent Personal Trainer in July of next year. These are still my goals. However, there is also a big part of me, feeling guilty as I explained above, that feels that if I go through with this second year plan my Family and I started last year, that come the end of the year instead of having us closer to our long-term goals I will have us closer to bankruptcy

When I start feeling this way, I often have to examine my life, my goals and my plans and figure out an alternate path that I’m more comfortable with. My Family, choose with me, to invest three years of our life to getting me healthy, happy and to getting me into a job that I’d be happy doing. We took that on, and there were several people involved in the decision, from our household to that of my dear friends the Hatcher Family, to my Second Father, all discussing what we felt was best for me, and for all of us in the long run. When we started this, when we first made the decision for me to have the gastric bypass, we did it knowing that once we did it a snowball effect would start. We knew that I would be one of those people who HAD to have the excess skin removal surgeries, and at the time, we decided that it was what needed to happen if I was going to have any chance at living to grow old with my Family, or more truthfully, a chance of ever living at all. We quite honestly, went into this deciding that we’d be ok with never being able to buy a house, and that we would likely, when all was said and done end up nearly $120,000 in debt. ( We fully expected back when this started to end up having to cash pay for both my gastric bypass and my plastics and expected the total to be about this much ) We even made comments about looking at the bypass surgery like the downpayment on a house, and it being something we new we had to do to make sure I was still around at 60 or 70 to enjoy the life we were building. We made comments about looking at the cost of the Plastics to be like buying a fancy car, and how fixing my body would be more important to my Family than a nice car.

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Now you would think, with a Family that is that supportive, and with us getting so lucky with how our insurance coverage ended up playing out, that the fact that we came out of this at more like $60,000 deep, and more than 1/3 of that is wrapped up in an unexpected new car loan so really only about  $40,000 deep rather than what we expected would make me feel better, or more accomplished, or like I really did a great job or something. But it doesn’t. The fact that my Family can’t buy a house right now, when we really really want to, and when the economy is best suited for it, all because we’ve spent two years FIXING the me I broke by shoveling ridiculous amounts of food in my mouth makes me feel like an utter asshole, there isn’t any other way for me to say it. I feel like a big fat giant ball of stupid for the fact that my family has to suffer financially while I get my life back, because the only way I could find to cope with my feelings was by stuffing my face and blowing my body up to a point that it was permanent damaged, scared and unable to every shrink back to normal.  Ever seen one of those cartoons where the fat person is floating in the air and there is someone on the ground blowing them up with an air pump? That’s the vision in my head of what I did to myself, and now, everyone around me pays for it as they help me fix the most irresponsible behavior I ever exhibited in my life.

Once this sort of self loathing kicks in, my brain starts to panic and look for the quickest exit and the quickest “fix”.

That’s where I have been lately. In that space in my head where I am trying to find the fix to everything. The answer that solves all my problems and makes me feel a little less guilty. I’m not sure what the answer is yet, I’m not sure if it is a change of direction that is needed, heck I’m not even sure that it’s not completely mental. I may very well be at some stage of my emotional weight loss journey where I need to accept that it is ok for my Family and for me to love me enough to put ourselves so in debt to get me here and accept it, and know that in a few years, this too shall pass, and I’ll still be the happier healthier me that we did this all for.

I’m coming to all these realizations, that a lot of people take to be negative, when to me, really they aren’t negative, they are just, finally me seeing the difference between dreams and realistic goals. There was a time that I believed I would be dead before I was 40 and that wearing a pair of size 8 jeans or a bikini in public was about as realistic as me thinking I could ride in space shuttle or walk on the moon. There was a time when I believed that likelihood of me every running, let alone running miles was about as likely as me being a famous singer.

Lately my dreams have been of becoming something like The Ellen DeGeneres meets Chris Powell of the weight loss community. I have dreams of being on a show like The Biggest Loser or Extreme Make Over-Weight Loss Edition, only having it focus on not only people LOSING the weight, but on people LIVING after the weight loss, because that is the truly amazing, and most emotional part of the journey. And there was a part of me, there for a moment, that really started to believe that maybe if I tried hard enough, I could make that dream happen. Maybe if I contacted the right people, got the right person to notice me, pitched my idea to the right network, got on the right reality game show, that somehow I could make that happen, and that really big dream, became the one I was chasing for a moment instead of the more realistic one that I had when I started this whole process a year ago.

c00d9cfa50a711e29b9b22000a1f96c5_6I have a lot of internal struggles going on and quite a bit of guilt, and I am sure any therapist out there could tell me that this is all being amplified and brought into the forefront because I am sitting here in a recliner, recovering from plastic surgery, with way too much time on my hands to think about this stuff rather than being at my usual go-go work-work-out-work-work-out sort of pace and that three-week of heavy-duty pain killers have my emotions a bit raw. You think? But that’s what this blog is for, that’s what it’s always been about, and it’s these harsh realities and moments of feeling absolutely desperate that caused me to create this online space. So I’ll keep writing about them and I’ll keep sharing these moments as long as I keep experiencing them.

Today I weight 164 lb. and I still feel like I’m Desperately Seeking Slender, I’m just looking for it in places other than the scale these days.

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Featured in the Dec Walk from Obesity E-Newsletter

So for those that don’t realize it, life was a little busy for me for a bit. I left Oregon for Dallas, TX on October 24th, in order to attend the 2012 Inaugural Your Weight Matters Convention. I left Dallas on the 30th, the day after we did the Walk From Obesity and headed to San Francisco CA, where I spent some time visiting friends, saw my niece Abby brought into the world and got to spend a week or so bonding with her before I headed home on the 19th. Getting home just in time for Thanksgiving on the 22nd spending the long weekend with my Family and the I was off for my Reconstructive Thigh Lift on the 28th. They sent me home the same day and I’ve been recovering for the past 17 days and I haven’t had a lot of time to do many serious blogs, but I can’t even believe that I forgot to point this out to you guys! After all, it was so exciting….

Guess who was featured in this months Walk from Obesity E-Newsletter a their Member Profile? Me!

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This month we spoke with Jamie Williams, also known as Pandora, from Portland, OR. Pandora participated in her first ever Walk from Obesity event in Dallas on October 28, 2012! Pandora attended the Obesity Action Coalition’s (OAC) Inaugural Your Weight MattersNational Convention and decided to participate in the Dallas Walk from Obesity, which was held in conjunction with the Convention.

Each e-newsletter we will feature a walker or a team that has participated in the Walk from Obesity. If you or your team would like to be featured, please send an email to walkfromobesitynewsletter@asmbsfoundation.org.
Read the Entire Article here:
2010 Walk from Obesity E-Newsletter – December

They spelled my name wrong though! Nobody ever spells “Jaime” the right way, it is one of the reasons I hate that name so much. Also, growing up in Los Angels CA, where there is a high hispanic population my name was always mistaken for the Spanish version – “Jaime” pronounced ‘Hi-me’. It used to irritated the crap out of me that with a maiden name like O’Neal, so categorically Irish, they would still pronounce my first name as though it had hispanic origin.

Mostly I hate being called Jaime because I don’t associate with that girl very well. I got the opportunity to have a talk with my friend Michelle from The World According to Egg Face, about this topic in fact, when we were attending the OAC Convention, to me “Jaime” is very much that “fat-girl” in the before picture that I stole Michelle’s fabulous idea, and wore around my neck on a lanyard for the weekend so that people could see my before with me standing in front of them as the after. But I very much associate the name “Jaime” with who I was pre Gastric Bypass and I very much see “Pandora”, a nickname that has stuck with me for longer than I can remember, as the post Gastric Bypass girl who is so passionate about helping others in their weight loss journey.If my phone rings and they ask for “Jaime” I always know its 1. Someone that doesn’t really know me. or B. Someone in the medical or financial field. Michelle suggested to me that I legally change my name. I might consider that again these days with the climate with my Family being what it is.

I’ve been spending way too much time in front of my desktop the last few days because I had a lot of bills to pay and finances to take care of and I do all of that on my Desktop not my Macbook Air, part of the joy of having a Windows PC for most things and a Macbook Air for blogging, writing, traveling and all that jazz. But sitting at the PC seems to serious increase my swelling. I went into the hospital at 165 and they cut off just about 3lb. of skin. I came home at 170, which isn’t really shocking considering swelling. I’ve bounced back and forth between 167 and 172 since I came home. yes that’s a gain, I’m not stressing it, my body is healing and I’ve got swelling on board, no reason to panic, I’ve been out of the gym and not exercising for 3 weeks now. ( I took a week off pre-op to make sure I didn’t over do it and that I went into it healthy and well hydrated. ) When the swelling goes down and I am released to exercise again, I’ll kick it into gear and get back to 160. But yesterday after sitting at the desktop for nearly 9 hours with pee breaks and walks through the apartment, my thighs, legs and feet all ended up swelling and I was showing 174 on the scale before bed.

That pretty  much means I am spending the weekend in the “recovery recliner’ has I have so lovingly named it, with everything elevated to combat the swelling. 17 days post WLS Reconstructive Plastic Surgery and I’m still waiting for the tape to come off the incisions, the drains to come out, and the swelling to stop being quiet and issue. Let’s hope those three things all start happening soon. Then maybe I won’t forget to tell you about a newsletter I was featured in for nearly two weeks!

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