Welcome to the Good, the Fat and the Hungry. I'm Karla and I have been -- or am -- all those things. Here, I will share with you my lifelong struggle with my weight, and I hope you'll follow along on with my determined attempt to lose nearly 40 pounds. I promise to tell you every win and setback along the way every Tuesday and Friday.

Three months post op and my new tummy is a thing of beauty. Dr. Olivier did her thang! She gave me what my gf Taia calls, the hips of life. She means it about her momma, but I'm taking it for my own hips. Dr. Olivier is a bad girl! She did so well in fact, I thought I had a tumor. Fortunately for me, I have not had to walk through my recovery alone. I have had family, friends and neighbors really step up and help me in any way. For all of them, I am grateful. In particular, my next door neighbor and confidante Kim has been with me every step of the way. From drains to scars, she's seen it all. Very early on she became immune to me randomly jerking up my shirt to show her this or that. Last night, my concern was far more severe than anything we had broached thus far. Thanks to episodes of Dr. 90210, she has become the unofficial expert. She's not just my neighbor, she's a friend.

I came home and immediately knocked on her door. In her usual laid back swagger, she answered. In my usual haste, I tell her I need her to come next door and look at me. No surprise to her, she says she'll be over in five minutes. Sure enough, five minutes later she's at the door with snacks in tow, never knowing what to expect entering the private domain of Karla. As I've been known to do, I get right to the point. I immediately jerk my shirt high and say, "Feel this." She presses her fingers into my tummy. She says, "What, Karla?" I say, "Don't you feel that? It shouldn't be that hard. Something must be wrong. Maybe it's a tumor." She says, "Fool, those are your abs!" I say, "What do you mean?" She says, "Thank Jake cause your abs are tight." We fall to pieces laughing at how silly I can be and proceed to watch the Bad Girls club. An impromptu girls night has ensued and I don't have a tumor. What luck.

The real humor in all of this is the fact that I had so much flesh around my middle that I'd never before felt my abs. I didn't even know what they were SUPPOSED to feel like. But now I do.

I haven't had any pain for weeks and overall, I look and feel amazing. My waist still feels a bit like a rubber band in a stretchy sort of way but not painful. My scars are healing very nicely, and I am seriously gunning for a six pack. I still experience some weird itching beneath the skin but nothing more. Overall, I am satisfied and getting on with my life. This post would not be complete without shouting out to the guy who's helping make it all possible. Thank you Sgt. Jake! See you tomorrow at 8!