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    Just remembered that today's my 3rd surgiversary! I went from 270ish to a lowest weight of 139. My surgeon wanted me to be around 150 which is right where I stay now (although I prefer more like 145). Attached is the pic from 2013 that pushed me over the edge to WLS when I saw that my hubs could barely get his arms around me. The other is today (not the best pic- today's clothing choice was function over fashion). To the newbies- the "secret to success" is keeping an ongoing commitment to making healthy choices every time it's time to eat. It's not always easy but it's so worth it.
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    4 years ago at this moment I was in the OR. It seems both like it's been just a few months and a lifetime. Today I'm wearing a medium top, medium pants, 4 inch heels and a bright orange handbag. 4+ years ago I was wearing size 20 or 22. I never would have carried a bright handbag as I would have felt like it would have been a spotlight on my chub. And heels - I stopped wearing them when I got over 240-ish. Too much foot pain for heels. Pre-op I was lucky and didn't have any weight related health issues, but I knew it was only a matter of time which is part of the reason I had surgery. Pre-op I made a list of things I wanted to do once I got the weight off and many of them I've done: run, get certified to scuba dive, ride roller coasters again, wear dresses on a regular basis, etc. What I didn't expect and couldn't have foreseen is how having WLS and getting my food addiction under control would impact so many aspect of my life. When I was fat and people asked me to stand with them at their wedding, I always declined as I didn't want to be the fat one in the photos or cram myself into some dress that would look terrible on me. I've stood up with two friends since WLS. In my fat years, while I was still active, somewhat athletic and social, I said "no" to various invites and activities more often that I realized. After I'd lost about 70 pounds I remember starting to say "yes" to nearly everything I was invited to or wanted to try. I realized in certain places I would figuratively wear armor to discourage people from making comments about my weight and protecting myself it they did. It was hard to be the fat one at the gym. Or on the beach/on the dance floor/in the kayak/on the ski slopes, etc. I spent a lot of time while in public trying to make my body smaller as not to bump into strangers on the bus, planes, in lines, weaving through crowds -- the list goes on. And, all the time I spent thinking about food. What to eat, when, how much, oops now I feel bad because I ate too much. Okay, this time I really mean it, the diet starts tomorrow. But, until then I'm going to keep eating xx until it is gone. I road this crazy roller coaster as a fat then thin and then fat again adult. All the tears I cried of frustration and shame. I have serious self-discipline. I smoked a pack a day for over 10 years and quit cold turkey - no meds, no patch, no smoking cessation aids at all while living with a smoker. If I was able to do that then why couldn't I control what I ate for more than a couple of days?! Finally, I admitted I was a food addict and slowly the pieces finally started to fall into place for me. Having WLS was just one of those pieces. I still love food and definitely enjoy it. But not with the all consuming love and need/desire I used to feel. I was happy before WLS but I'm much happier now. I had a great marriage before and it is even better now. Both people who know and don't know about my sleeve have remarked how more laid back I am since I lost weight. Yep, I no longer waste time fighting a mental battle with food and my body which in hindsight was exhausting. With the money I save on eating far less food that I did pre-op I've bought a closet full of clothes that I love in a variety of styles and colors! I've been able to travel more. The time I used to waste on food I now spend doing a variety of other things that contribute to my happiness - including exercise. 4 years out I don't think WLS was/is easy. But for me, is was far easier than all the years I spent losing and gaining. I think it is the easiest hard thing I've ever done. Last night I was thinking about how scared I was the day before surgery. And how I could still back out up until the moment they knocked me out. I had a vision of jumping off the table and running out of the OR! While I was scared that I wouldn't lose weight, what scared me the most was that I would miss eating the way I used to for the rest of my life. Thankfully I did lose the weight, keep it off and I don't miss the way I used to eat. Getting sleeved is the best decision I have ever made. Even better than marrying my husband and he is my most favorite person ever! Huge thanks to all that have shared their stories and inspired me. (And, to those who provided cautionary tales.) Reading the success stories from those who made it to goal were a huge inspiration to me. I felt like if that many people could do it and be happy, perhaps I could as well.
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    I took a new pic this morning, and I'm really starting to see a difference now It's hard to believe I'm only a couple of weeks away from the 6 month mark since starting my pre op diet. How time flies! The first pic was taken the day of surgery, and I had lost 34 pounds at that point.
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    I'd to thank the little people. More specifically, my 22 mo old who makes sure I get enough exercise by chasing after her. I couldn't have done this without my husband. My wonderful husband who took a chance with me. He took a gamble by traveling to Mexico, draining our account of $11,000 + travel expenses (can you tell that I'm really bitter by bringing up the cost of the surgery every single time??) and being without me and my daughter for five weeks. I am lucky to have a wonderful and supportive spouse. I couldn't have recovered without the help of my parents, who at 77 and 85, cared for a rambunctious toddler and a cranky 44 year old woman. Most of all, I couldn't have done this without TTF. Without a support group and being far from my medical support system, I felt alone, scared and was regretting my surgical decision. I was afraid and emotional when I hit send on my very first post. Each of you have been kind to me in my moments of panic and I hope I can return the favor. My weight fluctuates a couple of pounds each week, so I'm sure that tomorrow the scale will read 166.9 and the day after it will read 164.9. Those are the little things. You know what matters? This morning, I tested my fasting blood sugars and my reading was 70. 70! This is a change from fasting blood sugars of 235 after four different meds. My diabetes is in remission and I feel hashtag blessed for the state of my health. I am two days away from the five month mark of my surgery. I hit goal in five months. If you managed to read this far (and you are a Saint if you have), please do not compare your journey to mine. Everyone is different and your weight loss journey is your own. I started out as merely obese (LOLOLOL), with a lower BMI and had much less to lose than most people who have WLS. I had surgery to put my diabetes in remission and weight loss was a lovely side benefit that improved my overall health. I was a very sick woman and was desperate to be healthy. If we stay on plan we will all get to goal. Thank you! Thank you for your love, support and encouraging words. As a thank you gift, I present you with a picture of my child drinking water from her shoe.
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    Just a quick note to say I've arrived safely in Muscat and have gotten started setting up life here The jet lag is awful and I'm not looking forward to having to meet new colleagues under the influence of it, but I suppose I'll manage. I swear it never gets easier. Or maybe I'm a wimp. A big NSV: the flights (about 19 hours of plane time) were way more comfortable than the last time I flew to this part of the world - space was just not much of an issue! So nice. The airline food was a disgusting carb-fest, so I survived on bars and almonds for two days. Not ideal, but not the end of the world. I realized that airline meals are all about relieving the tedium of the flight - a ritual for killing time. I shotgunned a whole season of Veep instead. Coping mechanisms... The new digs are OK - very large but not very nice (work-provided furnished places rarely are, in my experience), but I'll work on making it home. There are a couple of gyms nearby, so I'll investigate those soon. So far, Oman seems similar to, but not the same as, Dubai. I went grocery shopping at the same brand store yesterday and found all the same products as I'm used to - very comforting. I'm sure the differences will start popping up soon. I get a car today and go in to work tomorrow, so things are rolling along! I am so powerfully thankful that I get to start this new experience at a weight I feel more comfortable with - I feel so much more confident and less self-conscious meeting new people. What an incredible victory. Thanks to everyone here for being so supportive. I've been dying to get Internet so I could check in
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    Wow. Wow, wow, wow. In almost five months I reached goal. Now, I think I'm going to slow down when I reach 155. I am slimmer for sure. I am thankful for my surgery and my family that supported me all the way. However, I had a bit of an unrealistic idea of what my body would look like at goal. Yes, I am much thinner but my body frame will not change. I will always have broad shoulders and a waist that is thicker than my thighs. I look at my slim mother and she is built just like me. I can't change these things and it honestly just dawned me. I could weigh 135 (what I weighed in high school) and still have the same body. I will always struggle to find shirts that fit my shoulders and my waist. That's ok because I now have a myriad of clothing I can buy. I haven't weighed 155 since I was 18 and put on the Freshman 15 (and then some). What can I say? I was a party girl and rugby player in college. All the beer and snacks caught up with me. So huzzah for my awakening. As always, I thank each of you for helping me reach goal. Hearts and farts, NL
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    NSV Last week and yesterday: I have a bunch of XL long and XXL long shirts and 2 sports coats that I have worn for years. I trimmed out of all the closet all the XXL shirts [or 17 1/2 necks or 18 necks, 37 sleeves] and tried on all of the XL shirts. NONE fit me without looking like a sail. Issue: I had to leave on a business trip and had not one shirt I could wear, same for the sports coats. So, rattled, I bought 4 new short sleeved shirts, 16.5 necks, last week. All fit and my wife said pffft, buy 16" necks, they looked a touch too big. So, I ordered 4 new 16" neck/36" sleeve long-sleeved shirts, like I used to wear in my 20s (we are talking dinosaur time, folks). I also needed a new jacket, since when I took the old ones to my local tailor, they said they could not be done without looking bad and "just donate them, ok?" I ordered a new 44 inch jacket at the same time and donated my two jackets (they were 52" or 54" as I recall) and 24 shirts. My closet was BARE. The long sleeve shirts arrived the day I left on this business trip. They fit like a glove. And juicier yet: so did the jacket. So here's a pic of me in Jakarta...
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    Today is my birthday and I saved a very special treat to enjoy on this special day…. I ordered a sampler pack off of Groupon and have been trying out the flavors. They are not very dense, which is a nice change from the Premiere Protein ones I have. As a birthday present to myself I did my measurements and since surgery I have lost 28”. Folks that is 2 1/3 foot less of me in this world! Overall I am closing in on the 70lb loss and – even more exciting – soon to enter into two-town. My next goal after cracking into 299 is the mythical 287. I have miscellaneous medical records that I went through in preparation for making my weight loss spreadsheet and was able to track weights all the way back to 2003, which also corresponded to my heaviest weight at 379. My lowest recorded weight for that entire time period was 287 and it was in 2012. So in at least 14 years I know I have not weighed less than 287. From there, when I hit 270 it will be my 100lb loss celebration – which I have recently celebrated with Trish (huzzah @Trish1967) and will soon celebrate with Mark (you got this @Dtrain84!). It may be early to plan these milestones out so far in advance but I like having the mini-goals. 4.1 lbs to Two Town, 17 lbs until lowest weight and 34 lbs until the 100lb loss milestone. I’m a happy camper. I’ve been buying canned food for the food pantry to represent every pound lost and that pile makes me happy. I will probably donate the 100lbs and start again otherwise it’s going to take over my living room! My celebration today is to drive up to the Poconos for a Japanese Lantern Festival. It’s something I have wanted to do for a while and the fact that this one fell on my birthday made it an obvious choice. We are supposed to have a gorgeous night for lighting the lanterns and letting them sail into the sky. You can write anything you want on the lanterns and a 66lb and 28” loss is certain something that I am exciting to send up. Those inches and pounds are gone and they aren’t welcome back.
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    I finally fit into my wedding dress again! It's even too big in the top. I had a quirky wedding. My maid of honor was a tortoise and my cat attended in a tuxedo. My reception was in a very cool bourbon bar.
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    Oh! I forgot to mention mine NSV that has nothing to do with WLS. Today, I received a letter confirming that I paid off my student loans. I am finally debt free. $120,000 has finally been paid off. I even got a check for $13 because I over paid Today is truly an awesome day!
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    Done deal. I'm officially five hours post-op. All good so far! Some pain, no nausea cuz I'm wearing a patch. Ice chips all I'm allowed at this point. Still in recovery because my room isn't ready. Had a bit of oozing at one incision when I stood up but otherwise no issues. Made it to the bathroom and back plus a little further for kicks / on my own two feet!! In a recliner now. More later I'm getting zzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzz
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    Head shaved yesterday...enough said!!
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    Work clothes, still in China. Ready to go home!
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    Stepped out of my comfort zone for a baby shower today. Maurice's size 2 tunic with leggings. I really didn't feel confident when I left the house but I sucked it in and wore this to the shower and a visitation.
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    This last week has been a very interesting week for me. I started the week a little on the down side of the rollercoaster of life and my WLS journey. I know this a long post, but it was a week worth sharing. Monday I went to the Dr and found out they had no documentation of my ER visit or hospital stay in my records. The PA gave me a goal of 40G of protein each day by my next visit. I didn't know whether to laugh at her or cry. I am sure my face was a mixture of looks and was probably a sight to see...lol! It was just not a very good day overall. Weight: 268,2 On Tuesday I spoke with the TPN nutritionist and had a long talk about my frustrations of always being tethers to the machine at night. She gave me the option to take any one night off for my sanity and to get mentally reset Weight: 268.2 Wednesday was the day. I had a rough day with the kids, work, and overall stress and I didn't use my TPN bag!! WOW...can you say, SWEET freedom??!! I slept so good and for almost 10 hours, which I never do. I woke up happy, refreshed, and strong. Weight: 267 Thursday was nothing spectacular except I got in 34g of Protein, my highest postop amount to date. Weight: 265.2 On Friday I was in a super great mood and I was able to complete a huge work task that loomed over me all week. At the end of the day, my jaw dropped because I ended it with a whopping 44g of Protein my highest intake to date - YAY ME!!! Weight: 264.8 Saturday was family day all day long. We went shopping, visited family, and went to the park with the kids, and I was able to keep up just fine. At the end of the day, I was tired but it was the most activity I had done since surgery. I suspect it was mostly likely due to my decent protein intake the day before. Protein was lower today - about 33g, but better fluid intake. Weight: 264.5 On Sunday I made it to church after missing the last couple of weeks. Was great to see everyone, and after church my daughter and I went to get pedicures - it was a lot of fun. Afterwards we went for a walk at Valley Forge Park as a family. Protein Intake was 37g, Weight: 264.5 Today - Happy Labor Day to all! Today....today I got in a pair of pants TWO SIZES smaller. Yes, you read that right...I got into a size 20 bottoms from a 24/26. I literally cried! And to boot, they were the pants I wore the night I met my husband FIVE YEARS AGO!!!! Let's just say that today, he couldn't keep his hands off me. The emotional lift from today was amazing on so many levels. Since my surgery, this is the very first day I felt like myself and you couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Oh yah, I had 47g of protein today - What the what??!! Did you see that number??!! Woohoo! Weight: 263.4 - that is a 4.8 pound weight loss this week! Maybe I'm finally on the upswing of all of these troubles, and rounding the corner to a more normal healing and healthy stage. Other things I found out this week - Ribs are not my friend and neither is shrimp. While I like ribs, I am more devastated by the shrimp hands down. On both, I got serious cramping, pain, and nausea in my stomach - like my tummy just didn't like it versus any dumping. Once I threw up the ribs, I was 100% better - instant relief. However the shrimp had a much different retaliation and I was incredibly nauseated, and it was shrimp because I tried two different nights to eat it in two different places. I had to take nausea meds to help me, but they did their job within 30 mins or so. I am hoping the shrimp is only temporary setback, and I will be able to eat it successfully in a couple of months.
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    Hi Everyone, I have been a member here since just before my sleeve surgery back in 2014. Lost a good bit of my weight and decided I was okay to be on my own so I stopped. Stopped lurking here, stopped recording my meals, eventually stopped my water and eating plan and vitamins and regained about 30 pounds. I have started feeling the way I did before surgery, sluggish, bloated, and tired all the time. However, I am a glass half full kind of girl. I am using these feelings to get myself back on track. Today I am posting for the first time in who-knows-when and taking my vitamins, drinking my water and cleansing my body of carbs. So... with that being said... Hi, I'm Liz and I'm back to keep myself accountable.
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    I promised to be better with this thread. I'm in Boston for a conference. Small gold Banana Republic shirt dress. Tory Burch wedges.
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    So where to start... A little about myself I suppose, I am 6'2 weighing roughly around 510ish and have been on a weight loss journey since July 6th 2015. The day I turned 29 and laid one of my best friends down to rest. I had the Honor of speaking his eulogy and being his Paul Bearer. I've always been over weight and just never really reflected on how much it affected my personality or even my health. Most of the jobs I've had were sit down desk jobs and the last ten years I've been working in Call Center Management. I got the news my friend had passed and was one of those life changing moments you really don't see coming. Out of all my friends, for some reason the group always looked up to me as a leader. Never knew why, I always thought low of myself and just acted out of impulse then anything. The Eulogy was given and I realized my anxiety was something I never faced before til your looking down to hundred or so faces in a church. Heart was racing in my chest and I felt myself going 'Can I do this..' and I took a deep breath and knew I had to do it for my buddy. I spoke for a good twenty minutes of my friend, past, family, and our many youthful adventures where most of the time it got us into trouble. Then it came time to carry the casket to his resting place, I never thought I would have a problem and then half way carrying it to the car my heart felt like it was gonna explode out of my chest. Was July, 103 degree heat and the only thing I could think of is 'Don't fall, you got this.' While the mind was willing my body was like 'Red Alert Captain! I ain't got no more!' (Yes I'm a Trekkie ) I got through it but it was one of the hardest moments in my life, and I vowed to change my life. At the time I was say 565ish maybe a little bit more.. couldn't ever find a scale to read that high unless I went to the Doctor and the last place I want to be on earth when things hit the fan is a Hospital.. The whole Zombie Apoc scenario. So I changed my diet, gave up soda's, fast food, and did my best to just eat healthier. End of August I joined a Gym and took my weight, I was about 550. So my journey started with a bang. I met with my Physical Trainer who I knew I couldn't afford and got some tips and my PT offered to sponsor and train me at a huge discounted rate. I accepted and got the boost I needed. Fast forward til July of 2016, I'm down to 440 and struggling with my diet but still got my body to a point where my back wasn't hurting, I could walk 2 miles in a hour and not feel like I was gonna collapse afterwards. ::Insert First Major Road Block:: One of my other friends offered to buy my my First Tat on my Birthday, and I was like sure why the hell not. On the way to the parlor in Downtown Austin I took a corner and my foot snagged into a crack in the sidewalk and I landed all my weight down hard upon my twisted foot. The injury at first felt like a pain I never felt before but I walked it off with a slight limp. I got my Tat went home and iced up my foot, not thinking anything about it. Went back to the gym and couldn't finish a mile cause my left side as over compensating and caused my foot to feel worse and my knee, hip and lower back were on fire. My trainer told me to take a break to allow my foot to heal. About that time I got promoted at work which put me in a position I was on my feet for 85%-90% of my day for 8 hours a day. I put my career before my health and started downing pain killers like skittles. I got through a few months of this but my body was just not having it, I got depressed and started to stress eat. I slowly rose up to 480 by Christmas and got promoted again which landed me back at a desk. This was the time I needed to prop my foot up and let it heal, and it took a long time for it to heal which I never knew it took so long for a foot injury to heal. I looked into WLS, concerned about my options and my insurance covering it. I started in February of 2017 walking down that road and meeting with a few surgeons til I came across Capital Surgeons Group of Texas. Going into a Doctor's office should be achievement on my part, but I explained my situation and started me down the path. I started to pinch every penny I could, which one thing after another things happened which kinda put a dampener in my progress. Went through all the steps, and finally got approved for my Surgery at the beginning of August of 2017. My surgery is set for 9/19, I am getting the Vertical Sleeve. Starting my liquid diet today on 9/1 and I'm finding it a PITA... So decided to join a support group which I found ThinnerTimes and figured being a writer it was a good place to vent and reach out to communicate with people whom are going through the same trials I am or have gone through them. So for those TLDR people.... Here I am! Thank you for reading and hope to grow within the community as I go through this journey.
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    I am so happy today because I received a congratulatory call from my primary care physician regarding my A1c. My numbers are the lowest they have been since I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. Pre-surgery, I was taking four types of injectable diabetes medicines. I poked myself several times a day to check my glucose numbers and injected myself with meds what felt like round the clock. My endocronologist suggested gastric bypass and I went to see doctors at the world renound Tufts Medical Center. The doctors encouraged me to have the surgery so that my insulin resistant diabetes would go into remission. My insurance refused to approve my surgery, because I was merely obese and not morbidly obese. My husband and I made the decision to travel to Mexico so that we could make gastric bypass possible. I have not taken any diabetes medication since I was discharged from the hospital. Nothing. Nada. Nyama. Two months after surgery, I threw away my meds and haven't looked back. I am officially in remission. I have lost 55+ pounds and I feel great. The best part of my remission is knowing that I will live longer and be around for my daughter. She won't know me as a sick person. She won't watch me struggle to keep up my diabetes med schedule. She won't be worried that I will have a foot amputated or lose my vision. My only regret is that I did not have this surgery sooner. There isn't anything I can do about the past but I have changed my future. If you are doubtful whether or not gastric bypass works, take my story seriously. Surgery and hard work pay off. Believe my story. It can happen for you. *I am editing this post to add a photo of my meter. A measurement of 70 beats fasting blood sugars in the 200's!
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    Found out today that Harvard Pilgrim approved my surgery - fully covered, since I've met my deductible! =D It's about damn time - surgery is a week from today!
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    My doctor ordered another A1c test. Today she called to congratulate me on my progress. A1c is holding strong at 5.3!
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    "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels." After my surgery, I originally did not like the saying at all. I was trained as a chef when I was younger, and I loved and still love the taste of good food. I wanted to be able to fully enjoy food and still remain skinny. However, over the years since my weight loss surgery I have come to embrace this saying as it reminds me that remaining thin and healthy is the most important thing with respect to eating. I accept that other people may feel differently. Over my years here at TTF I have witnessed many people come on this forum, have weight loss surgery, lose lots of weight and then after a few years regain much of that weight. Everyone's weight loss surgery journey is different, but I intend to do everything that I can to make sure that weight regain does not happen to me. I spent decades unsuccessfully trying to lose weight and keep it off. My gastric bypass was and is my last option. Thus, for me personally, it is totally unacceptable to regain any of my excess weight now that I have reached my goal weight. Failure is simply not an option, and I will not allow my love of food to allow me to regain any of my excess weight. That is not to say that I do not and cannot enjoy good food now that I am at my goal weight, I do, but I do it as part of a balanced healthy diet. I eat out at restaurants on a regular basis, but I am careful overall what I eat each day. Thus, to me the saying simply reflects my belief that no food is worth regaining weight for. I truly love the taste of food, but I enjoy even more the freedom and joys of being thin and healthy. Most importantly, I had the surgery so that I could live longer with my family and friends, and hopefully witness lots of weddings, births and other joyous family occasions that would not be possible if I remained overweight and at risk for an early death. So to me the saying simply means that no food tastes so good that it is worth gaining weight for and becoming overweight again.
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    Pre-op I knew I was really, really, REALLY going to miss Doritos. I sobbed in the chip section one day. Sobbed! I wrote break up letters to some of my favorite foods. I thought/feared post-op I would never enjoy food again. That just isn't the case. I've had the good fortune to meet a few of the ladies here on TT offline and share a meal with them. All of them enjoy food too. Pre-op I loved water. I would chug it, sip it and everything in between. Your capacity for liquids will change. I would call your dr. if you haven't already regarding your challenges staying hydrated. If ice chips are the only way you can get in your fluids I think your dr. should know that. I didn't cook pre-op and I don't cook now. I eat a lot of salads, cheese, nuts, yogurt. I tend to eat the same things over and over but I did the same pre-op. Keep reminding yourself you will like food again. It will just be different. Here is a great example about how my relationship with food has changed. Just yesterday my husband and I went for brunch. I'm not a big brunch person so we picked a steakhouse so he could have steak and bacon for brunch. I wanted something sweet so I ordered the cinnamon coffee cake fritters. I figured I'd have a few bites and either he'd eat the rest or I'd just leave what I didn't eat. They arrived and looked good. I cut into one and they weren't quite cooked all the way through. I didn't even taste it. I just told the server "these aren't done in the middle." He offered to bring me new ones and I told him no. Pre-op, I would have picked off the dough that was cooked or taken the server up on his offer to bring me new ones. Yesterday I had a salad coming as well as padron peppers. I knew I would have more than enough to eat so it was easy to move past the sweet dish I'd ordered. Also, pre-op I would have been quietly and only on the inside super mad that the fritters weren't perfect. I would have felt robbed so later in the day I would have gotten something else sweet to make up for it. (I'm laughing as I type this because as absurd as this sounds - this is exactly what I would have done pre-op!)
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    From 360 to 180, I am amazed at this, and it’s been 4.5 years. Please everybody, stay with it, it works!
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    I'm 9 lbs. away from the mystical 100 lb loss mark. I'll post a before and current picture. I hope it brings encouragement to anyone who is struggling in their journey.
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    This post is the follow-up to my post asking for advice earlier this week - http://www.thinnertimesforum.com/topic/120767-advice-for-post-op-dinner-party/ A few days ago, I starting really worrying about a dinner party I was invited to and asked for advice. I got lots of good pointers, mostly along the lines of “don’t get so worked up over this - people won’t care/notice.” Well, last night was the dinner party, so here I am for a post-party postmortem. Before the party, I had emailed the hostess to say that I was a vegetarian-who-now-eats-fish (a category I once derided as “fake-atarian” but must now dignify with the name of “pescatarian” I guess). I was happy to hear that the hostess also falls into this category, as does another guest (whew! I wouldn’t be arriving at a lamb-roast! that’s a good start!). I loaded up on protein early in the day just in case, and determined to do my best to eat a little bit of whatever was served. I was also praying for salad, since I can do a pretty decent job of taking out some green leafy vegetables without getting too full. Or maybe a buffet-style thing where I could just take tiny bits of things. I arrived to find that there were only 5 of us, total (alarm bells!) and that the hosts are sort of famous for their cooking (more alarm bells!). However, they are also very very very fit and health conscious people, so I was still holding out for something other than a giant plate of carbs. I had some wine before dinner and some veggies and hummus, which was a great option. Then, the baked brie topped with fruit and nuts and maple syrup (Canadians!! grr!) came out of the oven, and a loaded up cracker was thrust at me. “This,” I thought briefly, “would be a bad time to find out that I dump from sugar.” You see, dear reader, I have had no sugar, other than the stuff naturally occurring in dairy, fruit, and veggies, in 8 months, so I had no idea whether this would be the end of the world or no big deal. (I maybe should have experimented beforehand.) I ate the cracker with the stuff on top, and the maple syrup definitely wasn’t a selling point in my opinion, but it went down and stayed down, and I felt OK. As a non-Canadian, I do like maple syrup in theory, but do not enjoy the liberal use of it that Canadian expats seem to enjoy. Then, to table. Out come pre-plated dinners (worst case scenario!). They served seared tuna and grilled vegetables and grilled halloumi (an excellent firm salty Middle Eastern cheese, best eaten grilled or fried, doesn’t melt, just gets crispy). Yes! I can eat all of those things! I skipped the bread (and actually the salad, too, no room with this giant plate of normal sized portions!), and attacked the tuna, which was delicious. I ate really really slowly and drank wine while eating (please just wash some of this food through so I can eat more!) and managed to eat about half of the tuna, all of the halloumi and some of the veggies. I mumbled some things about low carb and how delicious everything was - it was actually really delicious. At a certain point, I was admonished to stop eating if I was full and not worry about it, since of course I was the last one eating and the only one who didn’t clean her plate I gave up at that point. Then, the hostess disappeared into the kitchen to get dessert. Which came back to the table already plated (small voice inside making strangling sounds). It was sitting in front of me before there was any possible way I could have politely declined or even asked for a smaller piece. These are people I don’t know at all, remember, and who are being very nice to me and my husband as new people, to invite us over for dinner - so I can’t really be rude here. It’s super ultra rich chocolate cake and ice cream (small voice takes on new urgency, sort of quietly screaming). I’m pretty sure I looked a little like a deer in the headlights, but I tried to be calm, really I did. I skipped the ice cream and got some tsk tsks for that, but I ate a lot (for me) of the cake. I maneuvered around the frosting and got only the cake itself, to minimize the dumping risk. I ate super slowly. I tried to refuse the fancy Italian chocolate liqueur that was served with it, and was allowed to share one with my husband (I took fake sips). The cake was good. I’m not really a chocolate person (sounds crazy, I know, but I don’t love it, and since my sense of smell went haywire last winter, it just tastes sort of bitter to me), so it wouldn’t be my thing in the best of scenarios, but at this point, I’m just eating slowly and hoping that I’m not going to have a dumping episode right here at these fine people’s house. I did not. I got a bit hot and sweaty, but nothing other than that. I’m glad I didn’t push my luck with the ice cream. I was fine. After we left, I was like “Woo hoo! I made it through being invited to someone’s house for dinner and I did OK! I ate like half of everything! I ate cake! I made it!!!!!!” I think I’ve just established myself as a person who doesn’t eat much or maybe a picky eater, which is fine. I guess that both of those things describe me now, so that’s probably a good thing. “Hi, I’m Jen, and I’m a picky eater who doesn’t eat much.” BUT, I’m a picky eater who doesn’t eat much who can go to dinner at someone’s house and not die! I did my MFP food diary when I got home (gee, I’m so fun), and I only had about 1100 calories total for the day, even including the two glasses of wine and the cake. I guess there’s only so much damage you can do if you’re eating tiny quantities. Good to keep in mind while focusing on keeping the quantities of suboptimal things small. I think this dinner was the signal to me that I need to experiment a bit more and figure out some more coping strategies for dealing with being served things that are less than ideal for my way of eating. Living the life of an expat in this part of the world means eating dinner at other people’s houses pretty frequently, as that’s a major portion of the social entertainment available. Since we’ve just arrived, I think there will be a good number of these kinds of things as people get to know us, and I’m hoping they all go as smoothly, despite my fears, as this one went. I’m about 28 pounds from GW right now, so at some point in the foreseeable future, I’m going to have to learn how to maintain, which will require learning to deal with the normal everyday food challenges presented as I go through my life. Up to this point, I’ve been narrowly focused on eating *perfectly* and this has served me well, but my strategy will have to change a bit. In general in life, I find it much easier to be an “all or nothing” kind of person - I can do *perfect* perfectly, for a while, until I can’t. I have a hard time going back to something like *perfect* after falling off the wagon, or making periodic allowances that disrupt *perfect*. This is something I need to work on. The cake didn’t kill me. The maple syrup didn’t even kill me. Today I can eat whatever I like, which in this post-WLS iteration of my life means greek yogurt and protein shakes and cheese and shrimp, and I don’t have to feel bad or guilty or anything negative at all about what I ate last night. In fact, I can feel good about it. I was flexible and I ate both to sustain my health and to perform a social function, and both of those things are important in life. And they liked us enough to invite us camping next weekend, so I guess we passed the test. I’ll make sure to bring some protein bars.
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    Today is my 21st wedding anniversary. Hubs has loved me through thick and thin - literally. I think it was Julie who posted a pic in her wedding dress awhile back. It inspired me. So here it is - straight out of 1996 and it still zipped!
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    I haven't been on TT much so I thought I'd post a picture since it turned out to be a warm sunny day, around 80 degrees! I took advantage and wore my skort, sz s, black t w/ruffle bottom, sz xs and my super cute & comfy sandals. Hope everyone is doing well! Good to see Greer post on this thread again too!
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    Today I volunteered at an Ironman race. Part of the volunteer perk was a free t-shirt and when I requested the largest size they had (XXL), I resigned myself to doing a frantic stretching so I could breathe in it before hitting the transition area where I was helping. The coordinator gave me the XXL and I slipped it over the t-shirt I was wearing - with room to spare! Maybe I could have even gotten an XL!!??
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    A nice NSV for living in a hot, humid place: in the last couple of weeks, I have discovered that when wearing a dress or skirt, I don't have to wear spanx or whatever stretchy shorts things under them to avoid thigh chafing. No more thigh chafing, even on hot days. This makes life so much better: nothing worse than having to pull on a pair of spanx under your skirt when it's 100 degrees (that's 38 for you C people) and high humidity. I swear it increases my body temperature by 50% when I have to do that. No more! Sweet freedom!
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    Zyia

    An update..

    Hi everyone. Wow it's been a wild month, and I've kind of lost track of time and coming on here. So, a quick update on me, (Hopefully it's quick, we'll see!) Two months ago, the house that I rented was sold. My old landlord told me two days after he sold it "So, I sold the place, take care!". We had lived there for almost 10 years. 10 years of life happened at that house. My son went from Kindergarten to 8th grade in that house, my youngest came home from the hospital to that house. Lots of memories. Well, the new landlord came by and served me with a new lease, and a "You have 60 days to get out" notice. It is hard to find a place to live, especially when you have a zoo of pets and kids. It's hard to find a place you can afford. In fact, the stress of that was crazy. First, we tried to buy a house, and I paid off our credit cards in an attempt to boost our credit score. It worked, but not fast enough. It took almost a month of my 60 days for the credit to update and 30 days is not enough time to find a house that fits our needs, and close on it. I called the new landlord and begged him to stay, I even offered double our rent, and he was "Well, you are not the quality type of people I want living here, and I doubt you'd pass our application process". Wow. Just wow. Really, not the quality of people, I pay rent in advance, we don't party, we don't do drugs, not the type of people. In a dark hour, I found myself at the local food bank, scouring through rentals, trying to find anything, anyone, anywhere we could go that would not put my kids out. I came across a newspaper (Yes they still exist), with a number on it, for a 3 bedroom house, with lots of storage and an option to rent to own. So, I called and left a message. About 30 minutes later I was called back, and a week later I signed a year lease for the new place, and with a bonus, we could keep all of our animals. So, the past month has been moving houses, which is hard to do, and moving my mother in law in with us. As she was also evicted. It's been a heck of a process, that I find myself with little time to do anything else. I've had to change addresses for three kids in three different schools, in order to get my middle child on board with it, we had to do an inter-district transfer for her to remain at her current school. We now are paying for water, and sewer, and garbage. But I am not complaining, it's a house, it's a house that will feel like a home, and the location is great, I have no neighbors I have to worry about, literally, I am tucked away from a main road, with easy access but unless you were looking for my place you couldn't find it. I am thrilled. But, that's not quite all that has been going on. First the negative. My sister in law, Michelle, passed away, two weeks ago, stage 4 breast cancer. She was my husbands favorite sister, and of course my mother in law is grieving from losing her daughter. It's hard to squabble about the petty things when something else happens that is devastating. The positive is that we were able to bring home another pet that was promised to my children if we ever had to move. His name is Marley, named after Michelle's favorite dog. But again life is full of checks and balances. Outside of my personal life, my work life is happening. My manager had retired, which left an opening for his position. Out of three people, I was given it, however, yesterday news came down that his father passed away, which was his reason for retiring, so yay I was granted the position, but yay the position may not be available. Will have to wait and see which puts me in flux. It's difficult to be in flux, I am someone who likes to know what is going on. But, to balance that out, August 1st was a year from when I had my surgery done. This past year has been amazing, the ups and the downs. I am thankful for it all. For the negatives for showing me what I can get through and do, and the positives showing me what the rewards can be. A year and a month ago, I was obese, depressed, frustrated. I had no sex drive, no drive really to do anything. I was tricking myself into thinking I was happy when I was not, and I made a change for the better. I took a plunge and I am so glad that I did. At my highest I was a little over 290lbs, As of this morning, I weigh 154lbs. I fit into size 8 in pants, and small in shirts. My Progression : Day before surgery - Two months after surgery - Four months after surgery - 6 months - Seven months - Nine months - Today - I am thrilled with how I look. I am so glad that I had my surgery done. I have excitement for a future in which I didn't even know could exist a few years ago. I am excited and happy for whatever lies my way. (Thanks for reading :D)
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    2 weeks and 2 days after being released from the hospital and I'm STILL having constant diahrrea. Just yesterday I was able to eat a real, solid, meal without pain. The good news...I'm only 2 pounds away from my 100 pound mark now...the bad news, I still can't go anywhere unless there is a bathroom within 60 seconds of where I am. So I had my appointment with my general surgeon. He has scheduled me for a colonoscopy on September 13th. He says, since I've had so much surgery, and since it's been 7 years since my last attack of diverticulitis, he doesn't want to jump right in to remove the diseased part of my colon. As he put it, "I don't want to keep rolling the dice with you". But since I've had diahrrea for so long, he thinks I might have a stricture. If I do, he says I will be having surgery. So any prayers or positive thoughts are welcome...think NO STRICTURE please!!! On a different note...the mass on my left kidney. He is sending me to a urologist for diagnosis. He looked at my CT and ultrasound from when I was admitted. He says 3 month follow up ultrasounds are a good idea, but he wants it diagnosed before we wait 3 months for another ultrasound. He says given my history with cancer, he doesn't want to wait. So I'm looking at either an MRI or a needle biopsy of the mass (I'm hoping for the MRI first...I'm so sick of needles...especially one jammed into my kidney!). Again, prayers and positive thoughts are very welcomed!! On a GOOD note, lol, my bariatric surgeon's PA says I'm at a 46% loss of my excess body weight, and she doesn't expect to see that much until at least the 6 month mark, so yippee!! I'm about 2 weeks away from the 4 month mark. I know the potty problems have really sped up my weight loss, but I'll take it. At least something good is coming out of a bad situation. So I have to keep the positives on the top of my list, and work my way down
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    It's been a strange and hectic last few weeks. Harvey blew threw town to shake things up a bit. We had minimal damage to our home. Some leaks / flooding in the garage, by comparison, nothing. That still left us dealing with insurance and even had FEMA at the house yesterday. We had house guests for a week. I was unable to get to work for a week due to the entire city being under water. My last few weeks have been challenging to get to and from work because some freeways are still closed. All in all it's been weird and I've missed my routine. One tragic loss from Harvey was my scale! At one point I put it in our bathtub to move it out of the way to clean up a roof leak and the pool water backed up into the tub and drown my poor scale. Friday I got my new scale in, hit a new weight (172!!!) and also took this picture right before my hubs took me for a ride. The picture on the left was in April right after my surgery and on the right is the new improved version.
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    Yesterday I wore a top to work that I haven't felt comfortable in since I wore it 4+ years ago when I put it on to interview for this job. Not only have I received a significant promotion since then, I felt so much more comfortable in the top, it fit better and I didn't feel the need to hide it under a sweater or jacket. I never thought life could get so much better when I first interviewed here. And it continues to get better!
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    Thank you, @cinwa, @BurgundyBoy, @delilas, @Karimeaway, @Jen581791, @GAviv, @Res Ipsa, @Gretta, @TammyP!!!! Im sorry I'm not responding individually...another long day filled with doc appointments and my beautiful baby boy ❤️ I really appreciate all of your congrats to me! I celebrated my big milestone by paying for an elderly couples breakfast when we stopped in to grab a quick bite between appointments. My hope was to make someone else feel as good as I did today. I was a good girl at breakfast I had an egg and 2 slices of bacon Thanks for all the love!! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so glad I've got such wonderful people to share this with!!
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    I tried on a XL shirt, it fit and I had room to spare. Prior to surgery, I wearing 4 XL shirts. I'm loving my journey!
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    So tomorrow, September 1st is one year since I started down the WLS path. I went to my first seminar to learn about my options and to see if WLS was right for me. I decided a week later that I had to make that drastic decision, because what I had done for the last 30 years was not working. I started at 351 lbs. and by making small changes in my diet i was able to get down to 318 for my surgery on Jan 18th 2017. I won't lie I was a little worried I had made to wrong decision my first week after surgery, but about day 15 or so it started getting easier and every day after that got a little better. I was learning what worked and what didn't, how to eat and keep myself hydrated. Before to long I suddenly realized food no longer controlled me, I had given up beer and I was surprised it didn't really bother me as much as I suspected it would. I was amazed that I found that i only really eat to fuel my body now, rather than to escape, reward, to socialize with others, or to comfort myself as I did in the past. 4 months after surgery I took a cross country motorcycle trip from San Diego .CA to Quebec Canada (150 miles east of Montreal) 6500 miles round trip in 13 days. I would not have been able to do that as easily at 351 lbs. I learned that I can still find a few reasonable food options at truckstops, and gas stations. I also learned that 12 hours of riding each day for 6 days in a row will take its toll on you if you don't fuel you body correctly. I ate a lot of Starbucks breakfast sandwiches without the bread (exactly the right size portion for me) after I drank half of my small coffee (I would save the rest of the coffee for the next gas stop in 150 miles) After my trip, I've been making the gym a habit again (3-4 times a week), i go in the morning before work, and it is getting easier. Strenght training at least twice a week and cardio the remaining days. I've had to down size my clothing a few times and I am back in things I kept that I really never thought I would wear again. I started at size 48 inch waist jeans, and now I wear a 34 inch waist comfortably. My 4XL shirts are now baggie 2XL, soon to be XL. Today the scale said 205 lbs, I found that if I weigh myself everyday I get crazy, so I only measure my weight once a week (Wednesdays or Thursdays) some weeks the scale jumps down a few lbs (or more) other times just a few ounces but I feel good and I try not to obsess about the numbers I am very happy with my decision to have VSG, and I have to thank so many of you for being honest and sharing the good, the bad, and the challenges you have faced along your journey. You all made me feel I was not alone in this, even though I mostly read (lurked) and not post, I have learned so much and I continue to learn. THANKS -George
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    So the insurance debacle is over and it is current once again, so I called the medical equipment provider and they are rebilling for the cpap today and then when it comes in, they will call me for a set up/delivery date. So, it's one more step to the finish line! Once it arrives, I have to use it for 2-4 was to get clearance. Right now I have a 10/30 appt for that but I'm going to call to see if I can move it up once my cpap arrives. It's getting closer!
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    So this past week has been so super busy. My daughter turned 4 years old and we had a birthday party for her. I spent a lot of time running around getting her Disney Princess party all set up. I ended up getting it catered by Wegman's grocery store. We had hoagies (subs), pizza, fruit bowl, veggie tray, and chips to eat. I added hummus and cottage cheese to the menu for me...lol! I also had to make about 50 cupcakes as well. The day came and it was a BIG success - everyone enjoyed the food and the party. I was super happy with my choices and let me tell you, I didn't feel like I missed a beat - I had the roast beef out of one of the sandwiches, some cottage cheese, and some veggies and hummus. When it came time for the cupcakes, I was still so full that I didn't even care I wasn't eating one. Anyone who knows me I am a carb lover- bread, pastries, etc. is my cup of tea. Had this been last year, I would have had one of each of the 3 flavors of cupcakes I made. BUT....I didn't. I stayed on point and felt great throughout the whole party. Everyone kept telling me how good the food was - especially the cake. Later that night, my daughter wanted another cupcake, so I let her have one. I took a bite to see what the hype was, and honestly I thought they tasted weird and were dry...lol! Like I could tell it was a box mix. I asked my husband about it and he said they were so good, probably the best I had made in a long time and really moist. I just laughed. It was great because while my head kind of wanted to taste it, my body made sure I didn't enjoy it (thank goodness). Overall I was so incredibly happy with how I made it through the day and didn't even once feel deprived or sad that I couldn't "eat" the way I wanted. It was a nice change for once!!!
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    I'm not wearing anything too exciting. Ann Taylor shorts in size ten, random top, size large and my Keens, which have become way too big. I used to be size 11 but I think I'm now at a size 10 This photo was a spur of the moment snap at Target. I passed the full length mirror and bingo!
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    Well, it’s been more than a week, and I’m surviving so far! My in-flight meals were a WLS post-op’s nightmare: giant heaps of carbs. We always sign up to get the vegetarian option, which is great on some airlines and not so great on others. KLM and Delta seem to have a carnivore with a chip on his shoulder designing the veg menu. We were actually served a hamburger bun with some kind of gloopy rice thing as the filling for one meal. Seriously? Everyone else gets eggs and cheese? Which is vegetarian (but not vegan, but we didn’t specify vegan, just veg)? But we get bread with rice? And was that any better than the previous meal, which was pasta with bread? OK, finished complaining. Luckily I had bars, bars, and more bars with me. That’s about all I ate for two days. Warning: non-WLS-related details ahead! Skip ahead if you are only here for the WLS stuff. Our new place is an apartment in a building with another new person (that’s a plus). It’s only about a 15 minute drive from the university, if traffic isn’t bad, and about a 10 minute drive to the sea, which is nice. It’s in an area with big fancy houses, and is the only apartment building, which means it’s quiet - and the local mosque is even fairly quiet, which is not a given in this part of the world. The apartment itself is big, but not very nice - three bedrooms and four bathrooms all to ourselves (I guess our cat gets her own room). It’s sparsely furnished, which makes me long for all of my nice stuff that is, sadly, sitting in a storage unit in the US for the year. The walls are freshly painted an ungodly shade of pepto bismal pink. The university seems nice so far - the campus is big enough that in the hot months you pretty much have to drive to class, but the grounds are pretty. Our department seems full of friendly, well-organized people. The classrooms and offices are nicer and better set up than I had imagined. All seems good so far. We spent the first week just doing paperwork: visas, driver’s licenses, utilities, phones, internet, bank account, etc, etc, etc. That stuff is a pain whenever you move, but at least there were people here to help with it. The weather has been pretty hot, but not as bad as we were expecting. It’s been in the 90s (low 30s C), but not in the 110s (44+C), like Dubai is getting at this time of year. Humid, though. Back to the WLS stuff. My food intake is going to be different here. Some of my staples are not easy to find or cheap here. Examples: cottage cheese is available, but it’s the British kind - it is not at all the same thing. Greek yogurt is available at a grocery store a fair drive from my house, but it’s Fage, so it’s imported, so it’s like $10 for a small tub, $4 for an individual pot - this means I will be hanging my yogurt to make my own Greek yogurt (hanging it in a cloth and letting the whey drip out turns it into Greek yogurt). Fake vegetarian meat is available! Quorn chik’n roast! Morningstar patties! Hooray! I was not expecting this here! Protein shake mixes are readily available. On the more positive side concerning food, I’m back to where I can get great Middle Eastern and Indian food, which I really enjoy. The spicy flavors appeal to my messed up post-WLS palate: if it’s really spicy, I can’t taste that it tastes weird. Some food challenges: lunch at school will probably have to be brought from home, even though I think most people eat in the dining room, so it’s a social thing. I will have to be that weird one with a Tupperware full of strange stuff instead of having what everyone else is having. I’ll deal. Another challenge: other faculty bringing nice things to eat. This is a very food-as-social-gesture culture, so saying no is hard. I’ve already had to say no to several lovely looking cakes. I hope I’m doing it gracefully. I worry about that. I managed to go out with a big group and not make a big deal of not drinking at a pub quiz - I kept getting soda water and limes, and I think it looked enough like a G&T to not be suspicious. I also managed to kick @$$ at the pub quiz, which I’m sure helped people overlook my suspicious not-drinking behavior. As a new hire, I have to undergo a health screening, the first part of which is over - it was just taking all the vitals plus getting a chest x-ray (for TB). It is a HUGE RELIEF to go to the doctor and not be afraid (I mean petrified!) of getting weighed and measured and stuff. I was like, lah-di-dah, sure you can weigh me with another person in the room. Whatevs. My pee test came back with ketones in it (I posted about that and others were kind enough to assure me that the doctor probably won’t suspect I’m dying or anything once I explain how I’m eating), and also I came up slightly hypoglycemic, but that was after hours and hours and hours of no food. It was a tough day. I get the real exam in a week or so, during which I’m sure I’ll be asked about my pee and also the giant nest of titanium staples that are very apparent, I’m sure, in my x-ray. So, it’s time to join a gym. Fortunately, there is a faculty club on campus that has all the gym sort of stuff (weights, cardio machines, pool, tennis, etc.) and is very reasonably priced. How convenient is that? We looked around today, and it looks like a pretty good setup, so we’re going to hit the gym tomorrow! We’ve really just been mall walking since we’ve been here - it’s pretty hot out, and muggy besides, so a gym will be just the thing. I’m actually looking forward to it. So far, my favorite part about this move is that I feel way more confident in meeting new people. It feels so great to just not have that 30% of my mind busy running myself down, and second guessing everything, and worrying about what I look like, and stressing about things like getting winded walking up stairs or feeling really hot and sweaty if I have to walk out in the hot weather, or trying to figure out what my next (punishment) diet is going to consist of. It’s just very freeing to not have all of those worries in my head. I can think about other things. I can focus on being more positive (I tend to be a teensy bit negative, or perhaps cynical). My weight loss doesn’t look like it’s slowing down much - in the past 30 days I’ve lost about 13 pounds. I’m still eating around 700 calories per day, I’m getting just shy of 10,000 steps per day, but I’m not really “exercising” at the moment, just walking when I can during the day. That all changes tomorrow: Gym Day. So, we’ll see how things go in the first few weeks here, but it looks as if all is well on the WL front. I currently have about 35 pounds to lose to get to goal, which sounds pretty good to me. I feel like I’m in a very good place at the moment, so I’m not in a huge rush to lose those 35 pounds. Getting closer…
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    Hi, I am new here, My name is Jessica, I am getting the VSG ( Vertical Gastric Sleeve) next month, and I am so excited! You have no idea how much I have been researching and stalking other VSGers. I have been overweight my entire life, well almost, since I was 5. I have been researching wls for 11 years now - since I was 17. I am more than ready to start this journey and cannot wait to see the real me shine through. I am 5'3" I currently weigh 325lbs, but my highest was 353. I am already a gym rat, and cannot wait to have the VSG as a tool to help me reach my ultimate goal, which is really just to be healthy. I hope to make lots of friends, compare stories, and eventually help others seeking the same journey.
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    First of all...your daughter is adorable!! And she is taking life by the seat of the pants...don't we all wish we were so carefree that drinking water out of our shoe would bring such happiness? You have done an absolutely INCREDIBLE job with your weight loss, and more importantly, getting your diabetes into remission!! You set out to get healthy, and that's exactly what you've done!! I'm so very proud of you, and happy for you!! I wish I was there to give you a huge hug and a dozen roses Now you will be around to watch that beautiful daughter of yours grow up and savor every moment of her childhood...as a healthy and happy momma!!! Now go out there with her and drink water from a shoe, you've earned it!!
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    I'll be 10 months RNY POST-OP and I'm down 110 lbs. I've lost a total of 158 lbs since I started my weight loss journey. For anyone reading this post and looking for some encouragement or may be on the fence about getting the surgery... All I have to say is get off the fence and take or regain hold of your life and get the surgery! I have gotten my life back! The ONLY regret I have is not doing this sooner! I feel better than I have in my entire life. I'm back down to what I weighed in college! I would even be close to high school weight if I were to get my loose skin removed. I was on the fence about getting a weight loss surgery for a very long time mostly because I grew up as an athlete for most of my life. After college and too many head concussions I was deemed unable to play contact sports for the rest of my life. Back in 2013 when I first thought about getting the surgery I wasn't educated enough about things and thought it was "THE EASY WAY OUT". I lost the required 10% in the first 2 1/2 months of the 6 month preliminary program. I decided I didn't need the surgery bc I lost all of that weight on my own... 3 years later and much heavier I had a different outlook on things. I was sick of the yo-yoing, losing and gaining, losing and gaining, losing and gaining... I had a closet full of a variation of sizes ranging from 8 - 28. My doctor said the extreme up and down in weight can be very rough on your body and internal organs. I was fed up. I had had enough. I have a daughter that I needed to keep up with and be around for. Long story short... Don't wait another day bc you're not sure. You are worth it. And you most certainly will not regret it. Getting gastric bypass gave me my life back and I feel amazing. If you look in the picture you'll see I went from a spare tire around my waste to almost having abs back... Start losing your excuses and you'll gain a whole new perspective. I'm less than 20 lbs away from my goal weight and it hasn't even been a year since my surgery! If you need any more words of encouragement just let me know! The best of luck in your weight loss journey!! God bless
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    So 3 months ago I bought a pair of jeans 2 sizes down from what I'd been wearing. They were tight and accentuated my pannus but were a great deal and I loved the design on the butt so I bought them anyway and put them in the back if my closet. We had a random cold day on Wednesday and knowing I'm down an additional 15 pounds since may I figured let's try. THEY FIT!!! No struggling or wiggling, even with my pannus the buttoned and zipped with ease. Hubby gave me the biggest hug and told me how proud he was of me
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    I realized yesterday I was wearing a black and white horizontal striped shirt. The would have never happened before! I always though horizontal stripes made me look twice as large! Today I had a brightly colored shirt on (another thing I never owned as I didn't want to stand out or draw attention to myself) and the deli lady told me she liked my bright shirt. That people wear colors that are too bland. (Lol, my wardrobe used to be gray and white;)
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    At work on Monday, a colleague who I hadn't seen in 8-9 months did this amazing double take and he nearly stuttered when he asked how I was doing (79 pounds down since he last saw me). He saw me, started to ask how I was, then truly SAW how I was, and the words came out differently. I was sorry for his shock but know, a bit better, how different my appearance is.