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Blog 82010
 

Dreams, volume II

So I have the recurring dream that my BMI gets down to 40 and they (still not sure who "they" is) kidnap me and remove my band because I no longer qualify for the surgery.   Weird eh?   Also have had several dreams lately about a guy I dated 20 years ago and haven't seen in 20 years, naked. THIS one is MUCH more disturbing than having the band removed!   Therapy here I come.
SoccerMomma73

SoccerMomma73

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Blog 52574
 

Down one more pound and some restriction!

I think I am finally feeling it since my second fill on Wednesday. I was on liquids the first day of this fill and mushies/soup the second day so I couldn't really feel it. But, yesterday, I tried veggie burgers, chicken, fish, vegies, and a teensy tiny bite of garlic bread. I was happy to find that I felt good and satisfied all day on less food and I could feel that I actually had a pouch. And, with dinner (fish, vegies, and garlic bread), I had to be super careful and chew my food really well.   At first, I started eating the green beans like normal (not chewing well enough) and I could feel them going down not so well. So, I had to slow down and chew, chew, chew. I had put a piece of garlic bread on my plate in case I wanted it (otherwise my family would gobble it all up before I'd even get to try it). I ended up taking just a tiny corner off of it because I wanted the taste, but I gave the rest to my son because I knew there was just no way I could eat it.   Wow, I LOVE that! Really, a taste is all I NEED. I know on other diets, I'd do so good through the whole meal (just eat the fish and veggies), but then could undo all my good intentions by eating two whole pieces of garlic bread as I cleared the table and put food away.   Now, I know I don't have the full restriction that I need long-term because I was still looking for food a few hours later. But, I was able to avoid any additional late night calories by having some caffeine free Stash Chocolate Hazelnut tea w/a splash of soy milk and some agave nectar. I guess I almost bit my DH's head off, though, when he asked me if it was hot chocolate. He said I gave him a really mean look. LOL I didn't mean to, but I guess that was the dessert monster in me that was not so happy about having the tea. But, it worked... kept my mouth busy and warmed up my belly so I could fall asleep.   Oh, I'm also happy to see that I am finally down one more pound now. So, the scale is moving again! Lately, I've been slacking on exercise so my goal today is to get out and do SOMETHING... maybe I will load up my iPod w/some new songs and go for a walk. :confused:
adagray

adagray

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lizrbit's Journal
 

Feb 13, 2010 update

Much has happened. I think i lost too much wieght, and had an adjustment before i left the island with my surgeon and had some fill taken out. Ive left the state, and in transition. Im preparing to move to even yet another state and resume studies in a program i left 7 years ago and finish this time. On the island, i got down to 140 lbs (down from orig 330). much of it was poverty and stress, and the inability to see where i was supposed to stop. Ive since put back on fifteen lbs and feel significantly better, and back to eating more healthier as well. Losing great amounts of wieght significantly impacts the lives of the people around you...the people in your life. I never recieved any councelling that addressed this. Ive seen a couple of therapists, and they address depression, but ive not been able to find anyone that will address the issues surrounding the weightloss, and it does matter. Outside of my children, this was the best thing to happen to me in my adult life..a second chance at living better. But, i had issues outside of my wieght that were keeping me not only at a higher wieght, but at a specific way of living, and people involved fought back very hard against the change. Instead of support, i found...not so much support. Im still struggling with that, but making progress and choices moving in good directions, but the changes necessary are very, very difficult and ive had to make choices that i never forsaw or even imagined. EVEN knowing this..even if i knew before the band, what would happen, i would STILL have done it, and im grateful every single day that i get to walk in these shoes instead of the ones i had spent so many years wearing.
lizrbit

lizrbit

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Lapband LaLa
 

My First Performance Where I Loved The Way I Looked....

I had to share this with you all. After all you all have been a huge part of my journey.   My husband and I performed at the Orion Music Festival in Utah in January 2010. We were featured on the TV show in Park City.   For the first time in my life, I was happy with the way I looked. Look! I have a waist! :thumbup: You have to remember just the year before I refused to take photos with the band because of my weight!   I hope you enjoy! Ain't no stopping me now! It's a YouTube video.     Why not go out on a limb? Isn't that where the fruit is?:confused:   Surgery Date: May 21, 2009 Starting Weight: 280lbs Dr. Michael Metz - St. Luke's Hospital Denver, CO:thumbup: Follow my progress thru photos: http://www.lapbandtalk.com/members/5...lbums3475.html
Lapband LaLa

Lapband LaLa

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Blog 1345
 

2/12/10 day 7 Post-Op

i have to say today was just a regular day. Felt good all day. Didn't get so tired at all! I hope this might answer some of yalls questions about going back to work after surgery. Still just drinking 1 oz of clear liquids every 30 minutes. Ready for some real food.....
Grateful Heart

Grateful Heart

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Blog 82069
 

filled

WELL I HAD MY FIRST FILL 2 DAYS AGO!! 5CCS TO BE EXACT. I FILL THE RESTRICTION I AM JUST TRING TO RESIST THE TEMPTATIONS SUCH AS SWEETS! I DONT BE HUNGRY ITS LIKE MY MIND DOESNT REALIZE THAT I HAVE THE BAND! ALTHOUGH MY BODY REALIZES WHEN I AM FULL. I AM JUST GOING TO CONTINUE TO EXERCISE AND EAT RIGHT AND REALLY GET THIS WEIGHT OFF. I HAVE LOST 24 POUNDS IN ONE MONTH AND I WANT TO LOSE 71 MORE. WELL UNTIL NEXT TIME.
losingitjania

losingitjania

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Blog 81481
 

Im a brand new BANDIT!!!!

Good Morning World!!! I'm now an official bandit!! YAY:) S o excited. Yesterday was my surgery and everything went well. I had a hiatal hernia which they fixed and also gave me two shots of moriphine... DANG.. All day yesterday i was battling nausia which was not fun But today i am feeling much better. Still loopy from all the codine but surviving. I also met a wonderful woman who lives close to me who also had the surgery the same day. How cool A new Bandit Buddie:)
Jadeite

Jadeite

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Blog 295
 

Shopping victories!

Yesterday I had a major shopping trip and for once didn't go with anyone else so I could go to all the stores I wanted to, spend money on what I wanted, and not have to worry about accommodating others or wondering if they're judging me for what I bought or how much I spent :ack2: It also allowed me to explore some areas of my wardrobe that were lacking.   I found and bought the most comfortable pair of pumps. I've never worn pumps for work (only special occasions) or play because they always hurt my feet so much. Maybe now because I'm a little smaller, they are more comfy or maybe because I got a little higher quality shoe, but I'm so excited to have found these shoes. I got them in black.   http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3034548/0~2376780~6009391~6014000~6014004~6014012?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6014012&P=1   Another thing I managed to do was finally shop in White House, Black Market. I've adored this store's window display in downtown Annapolis since I moved to the area 9 years ago, but figured nothing in there would fit and never ventured in. At the mall I decided to just bite the bullet and go in. Well, it's really not all that I was hoping for, but I did find a pair of cute jeans (in short :w00t:) and a cute top for my Florida trip next month. But isn't it funny how we build things up in our minds and then when we really look, it's not just that big of deal.   My last victory of the day was finding a fabulous dress for Valentine's Day. I had already purchased a red dress in January, but it's sleeveless and even with a cardigan I still only have sandals to wear with it, so it's a no go with our current weather. It's sort of like this, but with pink and black instead of blue and white. I can't wait to wear it with my new black pumps!   http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3068494?Category=&Search=True&SearchType=keywordsearch&keyword=dresses&origin=searchresults
deedee

deedee

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Blog 295
 

Bad and Good News

I was given some devastating news Tuesday of this week that has pretty much set me on an emotional roller coaster ride. Being off work due to the weather all week hasn't helped because I've had nothing else to take my focus.   BUT the good news is I never turned to food for comfort. It didn't even cross my mind that I "deserve" this food or that because of the news or if I can make it to this point I should reward myself or plan a special meal, etc. It wasn't until last night that I even realized something was different. As an early post-op, I remember going through a mourning stage when the sleeve wouldn't allow me to use food as a comfort friend to heal emotional and physical pain. I guess I can say that I truly look at food now as a source of energy rather than a friend. This is not to say I don't have cravings and sometimes make the wrong decisions (eating chips, grazing all day long, etc.), but my relationship with food has changed completely and I couldn't have asked for more from this procedure.
deedee

deedee

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Blog 75657
 

Sciatica--- a real bummer!

Ok so it has been a week since my sciatica appeared and on Tues it will be a week since i have been on the anti-inflamatories (celebrex) and the Vicodin...wich i can only take after my husband gets home since it makes em loopy :lol:and i really cant stay awake. So i take Tylenol during the day. I still have pain, i can not go more that 15 mins without feeling the pinch/shock go down my left leg. it is really fustrating because i want to get back to doing my workout at 6am but i get up very lame and i know i have a full day ahead of me with the kids. To TOP it off...i have gained 3 lbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!:confused: i am still not feeing any restriction and i have 5 more weeks before my next fill. i am bumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gorda123

Gorda123

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Blog 50043
 

Yes we can!

today was a fantastic day! ive finally got a date for my surgery! February 25th! i am ecstatic. :thumbup:   i have to meet with Dr. Bui on the 16th (10 am) for the pre-op consult, signing of papers, taking of vitals, weigh in, etc.   ill be meeting with the anesthesiologist on the 17th (7 am) to have blood drawn, consult, signing of papers, etc.   and then on the 25th...i am FINALLY getting my band! ive been working toward this goal since Nov 2008. im so happy. a little nervous since it seems its coming up so quickly but i am ready!   as of right now, im on the pre-op diet for 2 weeks. itll be a rough 2 weeks but well worth it!!:confused:
harliquinn

harliquinn

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Blog 75574
 

.1 CC is all I Got~Could it be I am at my SWEET SPOT???

:confused:well that is it! I have hit the spot with my LapBand that I am not needing any fills for awhile. I have good restriction and even tho I am still losing weight, I can eat a good amount of food and fluids to be satisfied! Now I have to relax and let the band help me, and make food choices that are good and low carb, and continue to exercise! I went in for a fill, weight and measurement appointment yesterday 6 mos and 11 days post band. I am down 71 lbs! Yeahhhhh! I also lost an inch and a half from my waist and inch in the bust, and other inches in the calves and thighs and upper arms. I could only get in .1cc. The Doctor put in .5cc's and had to remove it all but the .1cc, I was refluxing back up in the esphogus! My band is staying tight! That means I am not stretching it out by eating foods that will do that or overeating! I was a little disgusted with myself and disappointed that I had not lost more weight this month, but he said I will not drop as much because the ratio of weight I have to lose now in proportion to my excess body weight is just right, and this will allow my skin to tighten. So I have decided to be happy for now, and content to just continue on the Journey with the Lapband for life. Over a period of five years, you will lose weight on the LapBand if you eat right and exercise. That will be me! I am committed! I went shopping today and bought some BCBG jeans in a size 14 regular! And a top BCBG in a medium! I love to shop now! I don't have to wear the X's anymore or the W's! I am in a whole new department! Again did I say I LOVE IT!!!!!~~~~~~Don't stop short of the program, eat right, not too much, five small meals a day and at least 30 minutes of exercise three times a week for life!!!!!:thumbup:
janetsjourneytoslim

janetsjourneytoslim

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Blog 85448
 

Reasons for Weight Loss Part II

(Continued) Through the remainder of my college years and through my twenties, I kept my weight under control; my weight averaged between 125 - 136, but I worked and worried about it endlessly, always feeling “fat”. As my career started to really take off and my responsibilities grew - travel, business dinners, I had to aggressively restrict my food intake to maintain my weight.   I spent the first seven years after I graduated living at home, helping to support my financially irresponsible father, nursing my mother through breast and then lung cancer and caring for my youngest brother.   I was finally able to break free in 1995. Money was tight and the debts incurred supporting my parents were high. I worked for an international insurance company, but the pay wasn’t great and my boss difficult to work for. Turnover in my department was over 50% that year, so I was working long hours, weekends and living in fear that I wouldn’t be able to keep a roof over my head. My weight escalated to 176 by January 1996.   As I became more acclimated to living on my own and managing my career, I was able to better manage my weight. Between January 1996 and August 1997 I lost 37 pounds.   I started dating my future husband, in July of that year. We both worked for the same company and although it was not against company policy to date a co-worker we opted to keep it a secret. That in addition to living 150 miles apart, was stressful and I began to battle my weight again. In the first year we dated, we both gained 20 pounds.   In 1998 I was offered a plumb position with a competing company, one that would provide a new direction to my career, a company car, double my salary, and eventually transfer me to the same city as my future husband.   I now telecommuted from a home office and inherited a service territory which hadn’t been handled in two years. Coupled with the fact that the promised “training” wasn’t provided, I was now working at times 14 hours a day, seven days a week.   Often on the road for hours at time, I turned to fast food. Late nights at my desk with pizza, long work hours, long distance relationship and loads of stress and I soon became a junk food, comfort food and binge eater. By the end of 1998 I was 166.   In 1999, I was a top performer with my company and was offered a relocation to the same city as my future husband. I was made aware that my assignment had problems and as I worked my way into my new territory, it became clear that the “problems” were quite serious and in some cases, potentially litigious. I was charged to, “treat this territory like it was my own business”. I did, and won the support of my direct manager and home office staff. I was still working 12 to 14 hours a day plus weekends. I ended 1999 at 183 pounds.   Year 2000 would prove to be the most stressful year of my life. My company decided to dramatically change my (and my co-workers) job duties. I was now juggling tasks that had been handled by three separate individuals. In April I got engaged and began planning a wedding for October in my future husband's home state, a 1,000 miles away. In August I found a lump in my breast and was diagnosed with breast cancer the same weekend the invitations arrived from the printer. Fortunately I became a patient at a world recognized research facility, but it was still a crazy, stressful time. Between August and October I was diagnosed, packed my apartment, moved to my fiance's house, arranged a wedding reception for 150 people, had surgery and worked full time. In November I began chemotherapy. By the end of 2000 my weight was up to 213 pounds.   I finished chemo in January 2001. A month later I started five weeks of radiation therapy. I continued to work full time, often 70+ plus hours a week. Despite winning multiple “key contributor” awards that year, I was given my first “unsatisfactory” performance review and told that as soon as my radiation therapy had finished, I should’ve been able to get back to my old service numbers. I was constantly stressed, sleeping sometimes just four hours a night - terrified that I’d lose my job and hence my insurance coverage. Couple with my new job duties as a “wife” I threw in the diet towel and ate whatever I wanted. By the end of 2001, I was 252 and 2002 added another 31 pounds - 283. In 2003 I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes and not surprisingly, due to the radiation to my chest, my thyroid had shut down. The job stress was incredible . My territory was supposed to be staffed by four people, but despite numerous promises from corporate that additional staff would be hired, I continued to hear that management didn’t feel we needed additional staff , since, I, "managed it all so well”. When once again my recommendations were ignored and resulted in a loss to the company in excess of 1M, I realized that I was just wearing myself out for nothing. My husband and I discussed it and as it looked like his company was going to transfer us to New York in 2004(actually took until 2005) we decided it would be best for me to quit before it killed me. Following my early “retirement” I enrolled in a local hospital's Simple Success Weight Loss Program and lost 20 pounds over 8 week period.   Over the last seven years, my weight has averaged between 253-267. I can manage weight loss for a limited time, but stress leads me to binge eating. I find myself haunted by memories of my childhood and sometimes wonder if I’m not stuffing myself to stuff down the painful memories. I am the primary “homemaker” and find that everything from paying bills, to housework, to family obligations are my resonsibility. I have minimal down time and often find my days are just as long now, serving my family, as it was when I worked full-time. I jokingly say that I “gave up” one of my jobs - now I can’t figure out how I managed to work the hours I used to and do all that I do now?!?   Nevertheless, not working has created a gap in my life socially and for my husband and I financially. I need to get back in the work force, but I’m afraid to get out there at this size. In the South, where I'm from, people are a little more gentile, a little less willing to pick on someone for their weight. I’ve found since I’ve moved to New York, that people, even strangers, will very directly comment on someone’s weight. I’ve had a neighbor snub me then very loudly comment on my weight and make disparaging remarks to other neighbors. I’ve had business professionals I contact on behalf of my charity work feel free to comment. I even had a medical professional at Memorial Sloan-Kettering harass me to the point I left the clinic in the middle of an MRI! I have had enough of dealing with and being defined by my weight, by being weighed in the balance and being found wanting because I’m too big.   I’ve spent 32 years with issues related to food and my weight coloring every aspect of my life. I was able to overcome the short comings related to growing up in a physically and emotionally abusive home; going on to have a productive professional career, a real family, and being an active member of my community. Despite numerous attempts to control my weight, this is one area in which I have failed repeatedly. I’ve been well-educated through nutritional counseling, and my own efforts to self-educate. I know the risks this extra weight puts on my overall health and I am already seeing the effects. Coupled with the social and emotional aspects of being “plus sized”, I feel like the “life” is gone from my life - that I’m avoiding doing more and more activities because I’m trapped in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. When I dream, I don’t look like this. I’m willing to make the changes needed to lose weight - I’ve done it before, but I need a partner(so to speak) to help me down the long road back to being me.
RavenClaw779

RavenClaw779

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Blog 85448
 

My Reasons for Weight Loss Surgery

Reasons for Weight Loss Surgery Part 1   I was a normal weight child and very active - a “Tomboy”. My home life at best was dysfunctional , at worst, physically and emotionally abusive. Food and access to food was controlled by my mother. You ate what was put on your plate and if you didn’t finish by the time everyone else had, you sat there until you did. Didn’t finish? Your plate was put in the refrigerator and served again at breakfast and again until you ate it. You were not allowed to help yourself to something to eat in between meals and there were no “after school snacks” unless I had a friend over. When I had company, treats like milk and cookies were offered but I knew better than to have any - as soon as the other child had gone home, I’d be castigated for having eaten the “treats” which were “just for company“. I was also schooled not to accept any snacks at a playmates’ house. If by chance the other parent mentioned to my mother that, “the kids had a snack of…“ as soon we got home I would be punished.   Food and the withholding of food figured prominently in our disciplining. Poor grade on a test - I was sent to my room to await my father’s return from work. At which point I would be beaten with a belt and sent to bed with no dinner. Accused of “back talking” - sent to my room to write 1,000 sentences; “I will not back talk” - and provided an apple and a glass of milk per day until the task was completed.   My mother designated food as belonging to certain people; “your father’s cookies”, “my ice cream”. To ensure my brothers and I didn’t, “steal” or “sneak” food, it was often hidden. When I was 9 or 10, my younger brother already had a weight problem so to ensure neither of us were eating outside of my mother’s control, we were locked in our rooms at night.   Mealtime was itself was a miserable experience. My father would come home from work to down a pitcher of martinis and as my mother would harangue about a variety of issues, we would sit down to dinner. To deflect my father’s anger away from her, my mother would pick a scapegoat. Usually, it was me. Both of my parents made it clear from the time I was a small child that they hadn’t wanted a daughter, thus I was fair game for humiliation for any shortcomings ranging from a poor grade or a messy room to not being invited to a party. More often than not the verbal abuse would denigrate to being slapped, punched or dragged by my hair from the room before being beaten with a belt. I learned to eat fast and get away from the table as quickly as possible.   At age 13, my mother became concerned that I was getting, “too fat” and took me to the pediatrician for my annual physical. The doctor assured her my weight was normal and that I was developing into a woman. As we left the doctor’s office my mother told me that she, “Didn’t care what the doctor said - you’re going on a diet!“.   I tend to recall that day as the day my problems with food really started.   My mother was an expert dieter - 5’6’’ and no more than 118 pounds ever. Extremely proud that at the birth of her last child, my second brother, she’d gained no weight, her eating habits were poor: coffee and a cigarette for breakfast, a weight loss shake for lunch, minimal servings of whatever we had for dinner, followed by a large serving of frozen yogurt for dessert.   Following the fateful doctor visit, the focus on my weight became excruciating as did the rules. No bread, no dessert, breakfast of coffee and orange juice only. My lunch was packed for me daily and was the same thing - dry tuna, an apple, a thermos of skim milk. Dinner was portioned out by my mother - no seconds allowed. We did not celebrate my birthday one year as I was “too fat”. Now in high school, the control over my eating extended to my personal life. My mother went though my drawers, reading notes from friends, refusing to allow me to drive, or work, putting me on social restrictions for months. Despite this I was a solid B+ student, class officer and involved in numerous clubs and school organizations. At home the physical and verbal abuse continued; I had, “thunder thighs”, “whale lips”, “piano legs”.   I chose a college five hours away from home. While I quickly got the hang of college life, the availability of food was something I wasn’t used to. I joined at sorority and lived in the house. We were provided with three meals a day and it certainly wasn’t the narrow selections offered to me a home. Other girls were eating bread and dessert - it wasn’t long before I was eating like everyone else.   I was 118 pounds when I left home and 133 when I came home for Thanksgiving my freshman year. My mother was furious and refused to speak to me again after advising me that if I wasn’t down to 118 by Christmas, there’d be no presents. I wasn’t and there weren’t.   When I came home for the summer break that year I was up to 156. This time I was advised that it was too humiliating to be for her to been seen in public with a “pig” and that if I wasn’t 120 by the time it was time to return to school there would be no new clothes. That summer passed with her indirect references to me as “her”, “she” and “it”, using other family members to communicate as necessary.   I came home from my summer job on my birthday to find my parents had left that day for a beach vacation with my brothers. The note left indicated that no one wanted me to go as it was too embarrassing to be seen with someone as “disgusting” as me.   I left for college that fall - 123 pounds but no new clothes as I weighed “too much”.   I haven’t worn shorts or a bathing suit since then. (Continued...)
RavenClaw779

RavenClaw779

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Blog 1118
 

Week 11 Weigh Day

Down 1 more pound, 45 total. I noticed the first part of the week I was feeling sort of sick/tired....I switched from Prilosec to Prevacid and that helped alot!! Other than that, this week has been slow. Dreary weather, rain, cold....grrrrrrrr.....bringing me down! Ready for some warm weather. Have been researching some vaca places....tropical, beach, hut....lol...drink with umbrella...ahhhhhhhhhh....
Shontel

Shontel

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The Bitter Bandster
 

Ready to call it quits!

Got a call from my insurance company this morning telling me that I was approved and would be covered 100%.   Great news.     I just called my surgeon's office to ask if they knew I was approved. They said they knew but there was a minor complication.   My surgeon was no longer operating in the hospital they were scheduling me at and they don't know which hospital will replace it.   I asked how long she had known this and she said she just found out this week. I told her it would have been nice if she would have called to tell me.   This is the same person that was supposed to have called my cardiologist to get the ok for me to stop my blood thinners for a couple of weeks prior to surgery and did nothing. I ended up doing it myself 3 weeks later.   I probably won't have surgery for over a month. I've been drinking expensive shakes for a week now. My roommate delayed his move out of state to give me a ride to and from surgery. I've already cleared my calendar and scheduled my vacation.   This is more than an inconvenience to me and the assholes don't have the common courtesy to make a phone call.   I told her to call me the minute she knows anything. If I don't hear from them by next Friday; I quit and they lose out on the huge chunk of change they would have made on my surgery.   I'm down 82 pounds without them. Surgery isn't as important to me that it is to a lot of people. I will just have to muster that much more willpower and hope I can keep going.
btrieger

btrieger

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Blog 1345
 

02/11/10 Day 6 Post-Op

Today was my day to go back to work. Not really a bad day. Got really tired after lunch. No pain at all. I'm in Louisiana and it has been snowing all day! Haven't seen a flake since the SnowBowl Independence Bowl in 2000. So the temp started to drop and everybody panicked that the roads would get icy so we left about 3:00. Had a really good day. I would not have believed 3 days ago that I could go to work and feel good doing it!
Grateful Heart

Grateful Heart

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Blog 1345
 

02/10/10 Day5 Post Op

I knew I had to go back to work tomorrow so I figured I'd better condition myself some. So I did not go back to bed. I showered and got dressed, got in my car and went out. When I got home I was tired, but forced myself to not go to bed. Just watched TV. I made supper for my DH (and my disabled sister-in-law lives with us). I sat down and said I'm done! It wasn't long and I went to bed exhausted. I have very little pain if any. I'm having no trouble at all drinking my clear liquids.
Grateful Heart

Grateful Heart

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Just another day. . .
 

Not a lot to report

I think I've hit that wall in my journey where a patient just kind of starts living, and forgets about surgery all together.   It's been 8 days since I had my gallbladder removed and finally today I weighed in at 141. They pumped me full of fluids for the surgery because eating and drinking was still painful immediately post-op. I gained 7lbs with the surgery. I hadn't been eating all that great since surgery until the last couple of days, and I'm fairly sure that's why my body was holding onto the water weight.   John caught a chest cold, and then passed it onto me. I've been sick all week, and downright miserable. Coughing is a chore, and definitely causes the incisions from GB surgery to hurt. I am still bloated, but finally feeling somewhat normal. I started taking a prescription cough syrup with codeine that I had leftover from last summer just to get relief, and luckily it's helping.   I've been cooped up in the house all week with the exception of lunch out of Tuesday. Once I got home, I felt horrible, spiked a fever and was hacking up a lung. I plan on starting the Wellbutrin again next week in hopes to be smoke free by March 1st.   We are no longer preventing pregnancy. We decided if it happens it happens. I'm still charting, and watching my cycle, but we're not trying to prevent pregnancy. The main reason for this change in our April plan is that I'm comfortable with trying, and John maybe making a change in career paths with the Air Force that will have him gone for 6+months for training. I'm ready to have a baby now. I really want to have a baby before I'm 34. My December birthday is creeping up on me, and I'm definitely feeling the crunch time.   Other than that, there really isn't a lot going on. I think I'm recovered from GB surgery, and have a f/u on February 22nd. I am pissed that my surgeon has restricted the majority of my working out, and weight training for an entire 6 weeks. I'll just have to wait it out, and try to deal with it. Mentally, I feel defeated, but I know it's only temporary. I really want to lose this stomach fat roll. It's keeping me out of smaller sizes. I am happy in a junior 9, and some 10's. But, when I hear about others being the same weight or even weighing a few pounds more than me being in a size 6, it just frustrates the snot out of me. I want to be in a smaller size, but my tummy fat won't allow it. No matter how "small" I get, I feel I'll always have this pouch/flap on my lower abdomen. I know that I can shrink it, and there is no sense in getting upset since I'm going to be pregnant. One day, I'll get it removed, or I'll work hard enough for it to not bother me.   Sorry for the rant. It's just one of those days.
Tiffykins

Tiffykins

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Blog 1345
 

02/08/10 Day 3 Post-Op

Monday. Glad I have a few days off:blush:. Got up early and made my DH lunch. Hung around until he left for work and went straight back to bed! I got up and stayed up for awhile. Took a nap. Didn't push it. Took a nap. Felt good but just sooo tired!
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2/7/10 2 Days Post-op

Anxious and ready to go home. Only about a 25 minute drive. Got home about 11:30 a.m. My 2 sweet granddaughters (age 6 & 3) came straight from church to see me. That would make anybody want to get up and dance. (But I didn't). Pretty good rest of the day. Superbowl Sunday. Go Saints! Who Dat! I watched the first half with the fam and then went to bed to watch the second half. Woke up to see the final score! Yea Saints. Had shopped before surgery so had my juice and crytal light and broth and stuff so I began my 1 oz every 30 minutes. Feel good. Just tired and want to sleep all day.
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