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Good Parenting according to An American Tail, Fivel Goes West

October 14, 2009

So, I have 2 kids who LOVE the American Tail movies.  I have to admit that I, myself, am a fan of the films.  Today, however, my 3 1/2 year old, Emma, is watching Fivel Goes West, and we’ve recently come to the part where the spider knocks Fivel off of the train.  The parents (and all of the other mouse passengers, for that matter) hear his screams and rush to the “window” of the shoe box they’re riding in, to see him fall and bounce around in the desert sand.  Now, I would think that any good, loving parents would subsequently leap from the train and rescue their small child.  However, the Mouskewitz’s sit back down and sulk about having lost their son–again!  (If you haven’t seen the movies, in the first one, Fivel gets tossed over the edge of a ship sailing from Germany to America–he’s a very inquisitive little mouse.)  They continue on to Green River and find a home.  What is this teaching our children?  As an adult, I know that it’s fiction, and I know that I would never leave my small child to fend for himself in the desert heat (which is right out my back door these days).  But my children?  Do they understand the fact that he’s all alone, wandering without direction, in the wilderness?  Or am I just reading too much into this?  Probably, that is the case, but it’s still something to think about.  I mean, when they get older and can comprehend such things, will they be damaged and think that Danny and I will someday abandon them, or that they’ll “fall off the train”, so to speak, and we’ll just leave them behind and move on with our lives?  I, for one, would be the first one to jump head-long out of the window to rescue my child.  I hope that I’m able to raise them in such a way as to instill that in their hearts and minds, no matter what they see in movies and other people’s real lives.


this isn’t helping me make my goal…

October 9, 2009

So, yesterday I had to get all four of my wisdom teeth taken out.  I’m basically on a liquid diet–liquids and drugs… not exactly the recipe for gaining 19 pounds in order to get the surgery I want/need to lose about 100.  It’s all very frustrating.  To make matters worse, the Vicodin they gave me for the pain totally knocks me out.  I don’t know how House functioned and made rational decisions when he was an addict… granted, it’s fictional, but still!  All I want to do is sleep.  Maybe the laying around the house will be beneficial, but I’m not holding my breath.


October 8, 2009

Hi.  I’m a blogging “virgin”, so I don’t really know where to start.  I guess I’ll start how I would if I were talking to you in person, and that’s with introductions.  My name is Heather, and I’m 28 years old; I’m the wife of Danny, who’s in the Air Force.  We have two daughters: Emma is 3 1/2 (going on 18, and she thinks she’s the boss of everyone), and Victoria is 22 months old–my Christmas baby. 

My purpose for this blog is to hopefully give an insight to people who are looking to get gastric banding surgery.  I am currently in the “process” of getting approved for surgery; there’s no date set, no certainty that there will even be a date.  Apparently, I’m one of the rare “healthy” people who want to get this surgery.  By healthy, I mean that I don’t have diabetes–yet.  I don’t have high cholesterol–yet.  I don’t have high blood pressure (can you guess what I’m going to say here?  I bet you can!)–YET.  All of these things are on both sides of my family.  The only “qualification” I seem to have for the surgery is that I’m morbidly obese.  Lucky me.  If I had any other insurance company, other than what the government gives us through the military, I would have had the surgery by now.  However, TriCare seems to have it’s own “rules” and qualifications for the surgery.  I was denied coverage a few weeks ago (and being that I’m a military wife, and we have no money–hello!), I declined paying for it myself.  The staff at the surgeon’s office where I’m trying to get it done told me that I could: A) Appeal the insurance company’s decision; or B) Gain 25 pounds, which would put me at the minimum weight/BMI requirement for TriCare.  Now, let me assure you, under any other insurance company, I would already qualify!!!  It’s very frustrating.  And, having dealt with the insurance company before, I decided that I don’t want to deal with them again, and took the advice of the surgeon’s staff–they’ve dealt with TriCare before, as well, and found that this seems to be the easiest way to get results.  Cheating?  Maybe.  I don’t know.  My issue is with gaining MORE weight, in order to lose it.  Does it make sense to you?  Yeah, me neither.  But I’m going to try.  Let me tell you, if I gain all this weight (on top of my already heafty self), and they DON’T cover the surgery, I’m going to have some very strong words for people!!!  My other concern is the obvious health risks of gaining an extra 25 pounds.  The issues that I’m not currently dealing with (high b/p, diabetes, etc.), I don’t want to end up dealing with!  My whole reason for wanting the surgery, aside from the obvious weight loss, is to prevent these likely health risks. 

So, anyway.  As I was saying, I’m in the process of getting approved for the surgery.  Since my last visit, I’ve gained about 4 pounds. 19 more to go before I can try again.  I’m hoping to be there by the end of the month… at least the first week of November.  I’ll be using this blog to update you guys, plus keep track of things for myself.  As soon as I figure out how to post my pictures on here, I’ll show you my before “before” picture, and some pictures of my hubby and kids; later (when I’ve gained the weight needed and have been approved) a “before” picture; and, of course, many, many after pictures. 

I hope that my incoherrent ramblings have made some sense to at least one or two people!  Next time, I’ll be a little more…prepared, I guess would be the word.

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