224; @*#% Nervous

I have been working my ass off.  Literally.  I've been doing at least an hour on the treadmill for 6 days a week, for the last 3 weeks.  1 hour is usually about 700 calories on the treadmill for me.  My legs are tired.  Really tired.  I've been doing Body Pump a couple of times a week after the treadmill.  I end up with another 400-500 calories from that.  So I've been burning between 600-1000 calories a day. 

I've been watching what I eat and when I eat.  I tried to make the best out of having a motorcycle meeting a a rib place by having vinegar based coleslaw and 1/3 pound pulled chicken.  Instead of eating crunchy peanut butter pretzels that Pete eats, I've been eating 1 1/2 cups of fruit (berries, grapes, pineapple).  I made Pete a cake yesterday and never tried the batter or the cake.  (CAKE IS MY THING!)  Last night I made grilled mahi mahi with a grilled pineapple/mango salsa with crunchy peppers.  I added a small portion of rice and cuban beans.

I've been drinking at least 100 ounces of water.  Usually about 40 during my workouts and about 60-85 during the rest of the day. 

I've been trying to get used to the CPAP.  I have 2 different masks, but still only get about 2-3 hours a sleep a night with it on before it wakes me up and I can't get back to sleep.

Today I go in for my final education session with the bariatric center.  Then I see the doctor again to see if I can schedule surgery.  My hope is that I'm still at the 224 mark and I can schedule surgery in the next couple of weeks.  But I'm so freaking nervous.