Mystie

And not that it's an excuse but my husband has Asperger`s so him doing weird stuff has always been par for the course. But usually his antics are more amusing albeit eyebrow raising and less concerning.

No idea. He just kept saying it was all "legal stuff" and not to worry about it. There was some kind of weird brown paste in the fridge at the time, so I'm guessing that was it. I'm sure it was something he heard online would give him a Shamanic journey or some crap. I haven't seen anything else weird in the fridge since.

I'm 5 months out today down 73 since surgery, 123 total. I tried on my pre-op goal shirt today. Nerd alert! The picture on the left doesn't look so bad due to meticulous appropriate angling of the camera. The picture on the right makes me really glad that I work for plastic surgeons and my favorite one said he'd give me a good discount on an arm lift. Yikes.

Yes, I caught my husband trying to secretly videotape me. But let's dial it back... We have a 15 month old daughter, so we don't have as much nookie as we used to. I'm too busy and not mentally interested. Sometimes, however, I will work out a quick and dirty O with my vibrator before I fall asleep to relax me. Masturbation is relaxing, I don't have to worry about performing and so forth. But then I discovered my husband, who I thought was out in the other room at the time, would lay next to the door outside the bedroom and listen and jerk off. Even if I wasn't doing anything! It was such a sad and desperate act that it kinda turned me off even more. Maybe some women would be flattered, but not me. I started leaving the door cracked open so he'd stop. Then a few months ago he started a job on a different shift and wasn't around in the evening. I was getting ready for bed and looking to see if my pants were clean for the next day, and went to check a pile of clothes on a chair nearby. The clothes were all burning hot, and when I pulled them back I discovered my husband had set his laptop up with the webcam recording under a pile of clothes. It was pointing to the bed. I guess he was hoping to catch some sort of show -- like I go into frenzied masturbatory gymnastics when he's not around or something. I got pissed at him. Super pissed. Thought he got the message. Around this time I also confronted him about what he was doing with my cheese grater and mesh strainer and why they were in the dishwasher, and discovered he was making some sort of synthetic drug. Insists he only did it once. Well, at the end of April my mother passed away from pancreatic cancer. I now have a 75 minute commute so I can drop my daughter off with my dad so he can watch her. Less than two weeks later I'm getting ready for bed and my husband is pissed that I don't want to be intimate, and freaks out on me, accusing me of having an affair. There's a guy that I work with, barely ever talk to and have only seen a couple times, but I think is attractive. I was looking at his Facebook page and made a few jokey messages to a friend about him. Apparently my husband had been going through my phone, laptop, and Kindle and read through all of my messages, checked my Facebook account, browsing history, etc. I've had to password protect all of them to maintain any privacy for myself and change some of my passwords. Then the other day I was going out with my girlfriends and he was acting suspicious. Gets all annoyed any time I want to go out now, and I can't go ANYWHERE with him because he's miserable the entire time. He tried to check my phone again and lied about it right to my face when I SAW HIM on the couch with my phone turned on to the lock screen next to him. My husband worships me like a Goddess -- does what I say, tells me I'm beautiful, etc. Hates himself. Hates life. Hates his job, his car, is unappreciative and thinks everyone is an a*****e and everything is a piece of ****. But I flat out told him I'm not going to live my life under suspicion, so I guess we're going to marriage counseling now. Ugh. Cuz I don't have enough going on to have to work that into my schedule, too, because he wants to act like a psychopath. And I don't think it's just the weight loss, this is just crazy. Part of my feels bad, though, cuz to be honest -- part of me really really does want to have an affair. It might be nice to sleep with someone that actually enjoys life and has some sort of passion.

I took two weeks. I could have gone less, but what the hell, I had enough sick time.

I've been working out regularly for 2 months and it HAS helped, but I'm pretty sure I'd have to build arms like Hulk Hogan to fill up all my extra skin there. Always been a problem area.

I'm 4.5 months out and holding out no hope for my arms. Saving my pennies for an arm lift. Thankfully I work for plastic surgeons so maybe they'll cut me a good deal. Thinking I might be able to get insurance to cover tummy and thighs if they become a problem.

A lot of insurances that cover it require either the skin to hang past the pubic mound or for there to be a documented history of panniculits, rashes, wounds or other chronic skin conditions that can't be treated by other means.

I've had this addiction lately to these Hormel Rev wraps they sell near the Lunchables. They're like 3oz wraps, maybe 220-300 calories depending on what kind you get and high in protein. They're a great lunch on the go!

Man, some of you are dropping weight super fast! I've lost about 50 since surgery on 1/16, but on average that's nearly half a pound a day!

I have some on my Pinterest account. I believe my username is MystieMei.

I think I had a shot at 2 months and a martini at close to 3. And right into my calorie tracker they went.

So I want to get plastics in the future, at least an arm lift. Right now it looks like I have utters hanging from my upper and and, yeah, I know that skin's not going anywhere. Is self pay plastics just like other medical bills where you have to pay a bill for the surgeon, the hospital, and the anesthesiologist? Or is there an all inclusive fee?

I've only thrown up 2 or 3 times since being sleeved, and slimed a couple. Each time it seems to happen when I really have to poop and it's finally working its way out. So I wind up on the toilet with a bucket or bag. Does this happen to anyone else?

I'll probably try it out in in the Fall when I have a wedding to go to. Otherwise I don't want to blow that kinda cash. I can probably wrap myself in green tea and seran wrap on my own.

My friends have all been supportive, but the fat ones have been jealous as all heck. They fess to it, though. I've seen a lot of "competitions" appear since surgery, though. Friends returning to MFP after weeks of absence, new gym memberships, etc. It can go both ways, though. I have a friend that used to be a 16 and is now a size 5, and she's always going on about how she's training for some 5k or entering a race, going to do Tough Mudder, etc. She has yet to mention actually doing ANY of them. I'd love to beat her to the chase!

I usually just nuke 3 turkey sausage links or grab a protein bar.

I agree! My old one was kind of touchy, so right before my surgery I went on Amazon and ordered their highest rated, best selling scale. Soooo much more reliable!

Sounds odd. Did they put you on a body analyzer scale and actually see the breakdown of fat vs water vs fat free mass?

My friends say things like, "Seriously, you look amazing. I hate you, b***h." But totally in jest. I have one friend I know of, though, that I know will be a problem because she's going to get depressed about her own weight. But when I was in my 6 month classes they told me I can only control myself. I have to reflect back on that. I can only control me, it's up to them to change themself.

It's sad, though, that WLS is still considered "taboo."

I don't keep mine a secret, but I figure not everyone is fortunate enough to not have jerks in their life that are going to bring them down or act miserable towards them over it.