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Blog 74688

A blog by PandySoda 273 in General

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A weight loss surgery blog by PandySoda 273 on BariatricPal. 6 entries on surgery, recovery and progress.

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The way the world works.

I think anyone who's had the lap-band for a while has experienced a certain modification in the behaviour of the people around them. That guy who used to poke fun at you to his buddies has suddenly made you his main target; that hot chick you always see at Starbucks has found you more interesting than the book she cluelessly holds upside down everytime you catch her single-mindedly eyeing the Adonises. Even your mother seems a little nicer since you started looking less like the hungry, hungry h

One of those days.

To avoid waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I advise you all to either push it against a wall ornately adorned with sharp spikes you would normally find around an S&M fan's neck or hire a really fat guy to sit on one side (it doesn't matter which). In fact, why not hire him to sit right on top of you. That way, you can suffocate to death, avoid the following day you just know is bound to be inevitably shitty, and have a funny-ass story of your death to share with President Lincoln and t

It's not what it looks like.

Okay, before you start wondering, "Why the hell is this chick bombarding us with an influx of blogs on this fine day? Pip pip, cheerio, what what." I'd just like you all to know there is a 7 to 8 hours difference in our time. What is your today was my yesterday and what is your tomorrow is my today, savvy? Um, you have to read it a few times before it actually starts making sense. Today, as I was making my way to the kitchen to shut my banded stomach up, I happened to stumble across my step-

It's not what it looks like.

Okay, before you start wondering, "Why the hell is this chick bombarding us with an influx of blogs on this fine day? Pip pip, cheerio, what what." I'd just like you all to know there is a 7 to 8 hours difference in our time. What is your today was my yesterday and what is your tomorrow is my today, savvy? Um, you have to read it a few times before it actually starts making sense. Today, as I was making my way to the kitchen to shut my banded stomach up, I happened to stumble across my step-fa

When you first realize it.

Can anyone out there in LBT world remember the first incident that triggered the faint click in your mind? The click that echoes and reverberates through the walls of your brain even after you've lost a couple pounds and have vowed to shut your gob, suck in your gut and face the world without your trusty BigMac in hand (brrrr, scary, I know). It's a very distinct sound. It's different for everyone but recognizable nonetheless. The click is what you hear when you can no longer endure living in

So, this is how it goes.

Story of my life? I don't have one! I have no flair for the dramatics, so I'll keep it short and simple. Oh, and there's no need to worry. This will all be relative...eventually. Basically, I was born a fat baby. Yeah, I'm sure more than half the chunky, chubby, overweight, and obese population victimize themselves by blaming bad genes or whatever higher power exists for the gravy filling, but it's true. I was born fat. Bad genes, you know. So as I careened through life as Shamu would do i

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