Hi there guys.

This is my first attempt at writing a blog, so l hope it goes well.

My reason for writing a blog is to document my weight loss surgery, my health issues, (some weight related), and to indulge my interest in writing. 

I started writing down my experiences on paper about a month ago so I will catch you up on what has been happening and start from the start. 

I'm writing this blog anonymously because I've never done this before, and I have cheated on my post op diet, and I just want to see what happens first.

I'll just give you a quick run down of who I am.

40 year old female who works part time as a dog trainer/walker/sitter & charity worker.

Has car, will travel & often does for work.

I don't actually own a dog & I must be the only dog trainer in Australia who doesn't own a dog.

But I work with dogs every day of the week and feel like a great Aunt to all of them.

Dogs are great. 

I had my WLS on the 18th May 2017.

Anyway, that's probably enough character development for now.

Let's start from the beginning...

Wednesday 19th April 2017

Today I know this much...

* I love my family and friends very much.

* I have 11 days to move out of my current town house - home for the past 2 years.

* I seriously pack too much when going away. I've just come back from been away for 10 days and I packed enough to get lost on a 20 day walking trek. 

* I'm having weight loss surgery in 20 days.

* Colour is so important - I love bright colours and polka dot patterns.

* Yesterday a new x-ray of my back indicated a distinct mild case of scoliosis. Who needs a straight back anyway??

* I'm looking forward to my hospital stay and 4-6 weeks of post op recovery - I need a good rest.

* It would be extremely beneficial if found a new place to live in the next 11 days.

* My back is very sore today, possibly as a result of falling over drunk on the dance floor at my 40th.

* My laptop is packed away in a lime green polka dot patterned bag.

* I have a lot of stuff to sort through if I'm going to leave this bedroom empty when I move out.

* I would like to write children's books one day.

I have options.

I could share an apartment in Brunswick with a cyber female who I haven't met in person yet. 

I could move back home with mum and save money like a maniac for 2-5 years for my own place that will be well out of my price range by the time I save enough to own the front door.

Or I could move into a place I inspected earlier today in East Hawthorn if the 4 people ahead of me on the waiting list all pass it up. 

Yes - I have options.

I could try to sabotage the new housemate, (sleeping peacefully down the hall from me) by telling her that the heating system in this geriatric 3 story townhouse doesn't work - and not through lack of trying. 

It's an ancient heating system that needs to be replaced and put out of it's misery.

But investment property owners buy investment properties to make money and pay off mortgages, not to spend money. 

Besides, they would rather have a better heating system in their house then you do. 

So I could hint to the new housemate that it gets freezing here in winter, that we need to keep the oven on and open to help heat up the first floor which contains the lounge room, television and DVD player. 

Freezing to the level that you need to wear blankets, gloves and scarves indoors lest your fingers, nose and toes don't fall off. 

I could tell her that I found a frozen solid cockroach under the sink, amongst all the mouse shit that often accumulates there - oh yes, we get those too.

I could tell her that the lead tenant of the house thinks that a house chore is a small town found in Brazil.

That the lead tenant does house cleaning only in bi monthly instalments.

When I first moved in 2 years ago the place was a mess. 

You would think it customary to clean the house before a new tenant moves in, that 3 day old food sitting on the bench top would be a turn off, but no. 

I was actually tempted to walk straight back out of that house and look for another place to live. 

It was a bit foul to be honest. 

To be fair to the lead tenant, her cleanliness cycle/phase can last a good few weeks until the novelty wears off.    

Then as the winter approaches the blinds will be shut to place distance between the cold outside and the cold inside darkening the already dark and drab interior of the house.

Her motivation to keep sparkly clean will steadily recede as the winter coldness seeps into her bones. 

Dirty dishes will start to mount on the sink, the oven top and kitchen floor tiles will be spattered with oil from her messy cooking and the marks and spatters will remain until the end of time. 

Her temperament will start to mirror the overcast weather or her personal whim, and so will her outfits - sometimes up to 3 times a day.

Who has the energy or time to change clothes 3 times a day? 

Look, whatever floats your boat.