Rewind

I realize I just kind of started this blog without so much as an introduction. First, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little non traditional in my writing style. I think I’ve earned the right to be a little loose. Besides I’m inviting you into my world not trying to ascribe to the rigid rules of academia. Okay let’s be real, I think the nerve endings from my fingers to my brain and eyes have their own little brain because my hands correct typos and oddities faster than I realize I’ve made them. Just the same I like to describe my writing style as loose…loooosey goooosey (say it with yo chest)! LOL

On the topic of the title, FAB is not short for fabulous, FAB is an acronym that was created by my friend Kristina F. eons ago. It stands for Fine Ass Bitch! Yup, so my blog is actually called Nic Fine Ass Bitch – A Fat Girl’s Diary. The original and main purpose was for me to document my journey to and through my upcoming gastric bypass. Here’s the thing, the journey actually started almost ten years ago.

I had just gone back to college and was working hard chasing my parchment paper. I also noticed that my gluteus maximus was more maximus than normal. My clothes were getting tighter; I didn’t want to dance as long at the club and my back was C-I-L-L-ing me (shout out to Eddie Murphy if you don’t know you need to catch some old SNL STAT!). So (ß I just realized I say so too much) I was talking to my PCP NP Britian (love love LOVE her best person ever to work for Kaiser, her and my peds doc, Dr Bonar who agreed to keep me until I was 19 then kicked me to the curb—literally cause I wasn’t budging! Lol) Where was I? NP Britian suggested gastric bypass. We had a long chat and I was all game for it so we started the process. OY VEY is an understatement! First of all they let this crazy ass woman run the support meetings that you are REQUIRED to attend. She believes herself to be concerned and nurturing but she is far from it. I quickly became annoyed with her and resented having to attend meetings with a bunch of cry babies. I remember her name but I’m not printing it here. I can even describe her right down to that crazy head of nappy curls she has. Those curls needed some love, they could of been so much more luxurious looking.

Sigh, this is the thing about my blog, I started the above entry two days ago. I seriously meant to come finish it but I'm bored already. My desire to shareis gone. Ask me a question if you will and I will answer it.

After all, it's just important to know that I've been on this journey a long time and the time is almost near. I'm so excited! <---- I'll be saying that a lot.