gustavo52974

That happened at my high school graduation actually. My mother left her sweater in the car and the hall where the graduation took place was chilly. So she tried to leave to get it and they told her no re-entry. So she said, "What if I were diabetic and I had to get my insulin from my car?" The guard at the door asked, "Are you diabetic?" and my mother replied, "Do you want to take that chance?"
He let her go and come back in.

You're not lost anymore! You found us! Welcome home! We'll be here for you whenever you need us.

You're not lost anymore! You found us! Welcome home! We'll be here for you whenever you need us.

You're not lost anymore! You found us! Welcome home! We'll be here for you whenever you need us.

Seriously? I inspire you? Wow! That's the best compliment I've gotten in a LONG time!
Now I really HAVE to put up a more recent profile pic of myself. I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of seeing myself in that pic looking pregnant in that awful red shirt, pretending Morgan Freeman is my homosexual life partner.
I'm going to Coney Island tomorrow with some friends, looking forward to riding the roller coaster without worrying about derailing it. Maybe I'll take some pics of myself to update my profile.

You're not lost anymore! You found us! Welcome home! We'll be here for you whenever you need us.

Seriously? I inspire you? Wow! That's the best compliment I've gotten in a LONG time!
Now I really HAVE to put up a more recent profile pic of myself. I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of seeing myself in that pic looking pregnant in that awful red shirt, pretending Morgan Freeman is my homosexual life partner.
I'm going to Coney Island tomorrow with some friends, looking forward to riding the roller coaster without worrying about derailing it. Maybe I'll take some pics of myself to update my profile.

You know Gustavo, it took a lot not to let that big old witch cat get out! She is an alcoholic, so I think we each carry a burden....
I hope you get the courage to tell everyone, you already did the bravest thing--you chose to do it!

I'm so excited for you! I was there, man. I'd look at the subway entrance steps up to the sidewalk as if they were Kilimanjaro and I'd want to weep. New York is a walking city and I'd get home from work and want to just collapse into a puddle of sweat on the floor.
I went into the trendy men's clothing store Zara and my mouth started to Water thinking about one day being able to fit into their clothes (which are designed for anorexic European men).
Starting my 6th week out. In a frustrating stall, but at least I'm starting to fit into my "thin" clothes.
Your life won't be on hold for long. Good luck with your surgery.
And we appreciate YOU!
Gustavo

The first person I told (besides my surgeon) was my HR rep. I wish I didn't have to, and she didn't say anything at the time except to explain how medical leave works. She was very helpful in that respect, making sure I was able to take the two weeks off.
But fast forward 5 weeks later, after dropping 40 pounds, I saw her in the elevator. She said nothing about my weight loss, which was quite visible (as others at work had told me). Fishing for a compliment, I said something like, "I'm finally fitting back into my old clothes!" and patted my stomach. She gave me a vague smile and said nothing, but her unmistakably judgmental expression was clear: "I don't really approve."
I don't know why, but that really bothered me. I know she's just a low-level HR rep, and she's normally very friendly, but I died a little from that stupid elevator episode.
I wish I didn't have to tell her. That confirmed my suspicion that I was right not to tell too many people.
But that's my life. People love to judge me for some reason. So everyone has to weigh that decision for themselves based on the people in their lives.

I'm so excited for you! I was there, man. I'd look at the subway entrance steps up to the sidewalk as if they were Kilimanjaro and I'd want to weep. New York is a walking city and I'd get home from work and want to just collapse into a puddle of sweat on the floor.
I went into the trendy men's clothing store Zara and my mouth started to Water thinking about one day being able to fit into their clothes (which are designed for anorexic European men).
Starting my 6th week out. In a frustrating stall, but at least I'm starting to fit into my "thin" clothes.
Your life won't be on hold for long. Good luck with your surgery.
And we appreciate YOU!
Gustavo

I can't wait to be so thin that I can go as Kate Moss or Calista Flockheart!

I can't wait to be so thin that I can go as Kate Moss or Calista Flockheart!

I can't wait to be so thin that I can go as Kate Moss or Calista Flockheart!

That happened at my high school graduation actually. My mother left her sweater in the car and the hall where the graduation took place was chilly. So she tried to leave to get it and they told her no re-entry. So she said, "What if I were diabetic and I had to get my insulin from my car?" The guard at the door asked, "Are you diabetic?" and my mother replied, "Do you want to take that chance?"
He let her go and come back in.

That happened at my high school graduation actually. My mother left her sweater in the car and the hall where the graduation took place was chilly. So she tried to leave to get it and they told her no re-entry. So she said, "What if I were diabetic and I had to get my insulin from my car?" The guard at the door asked, "Are you diabetic?" and my mother replied, "Do you want to take that chance?"
He let her go and come back in.

Gross, but true. And stool softener was essential in my case. I learned the hard way. I'll just say the words "bowling ball" and leave it to your imagination.

Your mom must be super-model thin for her to think she can pass judgment on you like that. That's shameful. Is she a borderline personality or something? And I thought MY mother was narcissistic and shallow.

So because you're married to him, he can treat you with less respect than he would a perfect stranger?

Ya, for $3.50, the food should have been put on both plates AND dressed!! Otherwise you're paying for the waitress to set one plate of food on the table. And to not even bring the extra plate??? LAME. Talk about getting served the cold shoulder!

As someone who has broken furniture by sitting on it, I understand what a NSV that is! Huzzah!

Thanks for all the kind words. I know I'm doing this for myself, but it would be nice to have a "pat on the back" every once in awhile from my friends and family. I tried talking to my Mom about it and her response was..."that's because that's how fat you use to be and still are." I didn't need to hear that. I'll just keep on doing my hard work and continue to lose the weight for that is what it's all about. Thanks again for being here and responding to me. At least I have you.

Define "not one person". Does that include your family and close friends? Did they know you were having surgery? Sometimes people shun the idea of WLS because they think it's the wrong choice, the "easy way out", etc. So maybe they're just bitter that you did it and it's working for you. Remember, at least you found a way out!