gowalking

So hoping for an end to this. Of course you're dealing with a form of depression. How can you not? I can only presume how tiring this has all been. Thinking of you for sure.

I don't think it's first date information but if i feel like there could be potential for a long term thing i would mention it after a few dates Sent from my LGLS991 using the BariatricPal App

Regardless of the situation, it hurts to be left out...and that's what this is about. Just don't turn to food because you feel bad. That's how many of us cope...even with our tools.
If you can't shrug this 'dis' off, find out why you were left off the invite. Resolve this rather than deflect it.

Oh dear lord, you'll get over that overwhelmed feeling fast enough.
I went from having a walk in closet full of black cardigans, black dresses, black dress pants, black shawls, (you get the idea), in every size from 14 to (tight fitting) 18X to having a jammed packed walk in closets full of brightly colored dresses, patterned(!!!!) pants, slim cut sweaters, sleeveless tops, skinny jeans, tall boots, high heels -- anything and everything shiny and sparkly and flashy and tacky and loud and...
Oh my gawd, how much fun shopping is! My two teenaged girls roll their eyes, even...

@@TiredOfMyself
i chose the sleeve over the bypass for various reasons
main one being my gerd issue
the weight comes as it does with GP
get your facts straight
read, talk to many
Knowledge is power
after all is said and done....this is a big decision only YOU can make
good luck
quick hijack
@RJ'S/beginning @gowalking @RJ'S/beginning
peek a boo!!
@RJ'S/beginning
nice to see you two
it's been a while
hope all is well
ok, back to scheduled program already in progress
sleeve/bypass
decisions, decisions!!

tell your doctor of your concerns. have him/her go over your choices as many times as necessary for you to feel comfortable with your choice. remember...you are the consumer and like any other purchase, you want to be sure you are buying the right thing. good luck..keep us posted.

it takes time and practice to learn or re-learn how to shop. and believe me..you will make some mistakes along the way. but eventually, you will get to know what works on your body and what doesn't. best of all, you won't have to buy the same thing in every color just because it fits and it's a style that you think hides the lumps and bumps.

it takes time and practice to learn or re-learn how to shop. and believe me..you will make some mistakes along the way. but eventually, you will get to know what works on your body and what doesn't. best of all, you won't have to buy the same thing in every color just because it fits and it's a style that you think hides the lumps and bumps.

Hello and good morning my friends. Welcome to Banders #7. So, I guess I'll start it off by saying how grateful I am today and every day for the new lease on life that I have. I walked to the office today from the train station. That was something I couldn't do before the surgery. I always say how light I feel and I realized it's not a state of mind, but a physical reality. We are weighed down by the excess weight and all that goes with it. When we don't rumble and jumble as we walk, our steps are lighter. I was listening to my ipod and started to dance a little as I was walking. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, but who cares? When one is thin, even looking ridiculous seems OK.
I am grateful for my for my beautiful grandson who I was able to tuck into my lap last Saturday morning so we could play while Mommy and Daddy got to sleep in a bit. I'm grateful that I fit anywhere and everywhere. No more worrying if I will break a chair, or be able to navigate a booth at the restaurant, or walk down a narrow aisle without having to suck it all in just to get past someone/something.
I'm grateful for my health. I take alot of pills, but many of them are supplements and not prescription for chronic ailments. I'm grateful that I can walk again...that I can swim, bike, climb, and yes....enjoy sex. I am surprised at how flexible I can be now that I'm thin.
I'm grateful that I earn enough money that I can indulge my new found love of shopping. I really think I'm one of the best dressed ladies in the office these days...and I know I've upped the game for others. I am definitely seeing more dresses than I did a year ago.
I'm grateful to Alex for having this site available...and I'm grateful to all the folks on it who are part of my success. I know I would not have been as successful as I have been if not for all of you. I talk about things here that I don't talk to anyone else about. You all know the struggles of being fat, and immobile, and feeling like a failure regardless of what we've accomplished..and I know now how much we 'hidden' people have accomplished. It's helping me to not turn that self hatred towards others still struggling with obesity. It also reminds me that I will always struggle with obesity. Under this thin person still lurks the fat girl. She is the one who whispers in my ear all the time that I'm not worthy of the good things out there and I should just order a pizza and eat the whole thing. She and I clash daily and it's why I still go every Tuesday to the therapist who listens and helps me to navigate this new world I inhabit.
Well...I think I've posted enough for today. Feel free to comment on the above, or share your stories, or say hi, or just lurk. Enjoy your day today...enjoy the upcoming holiday, and looking forward to a wonderfully robust Banders #7 thread.
Liz

@@gowalking
We're supposed to hide them?
@@HeadOverMeals, forgot to tell you that I love your screen name.

it takes time and practice to learn or re-learn how to shop. and believe me..you will make some mistakes along the way. but eventually, you will get to know what works on your body and what doesn't. best of all, you won't have to buy the same thing in every color just because it fits and it's a style that you think hides the lumps and bumps.

Please remember that we on this site cannot recommend anything other than speaking with your doctor and/or nutritionist when it comes to introducing anything new or anything sooner than what was recommended. If any poster tells you it's OK or not OK to move to pureed foods, they do not and should not give you direction on this question. Again..only your doctor/NUT should answer this question.

Well...it finally happened. I had to leave the table and go to the ladies room to bring up food. I've been a little stuck on several occasions recently, but have always been able to wait it out and let the food go down on it's own. Tonight...no such luck. I was actually at Yankee Stadium in the Jim Beam Lounge with my boyfriend..and totally off topic, loved watching the Mets beat the Yankees tonight.
He said the best thing to eat at the stadium was the steak sandwich. He knows I'm banded and suggested we share a sandwich and some ribs. So we sit down and he tells me to try the sandwich first. It was delicious. I was talking and not paying attention as I should...took a second bite...and knew I was in trouble. I started to hiccup and then had trouble breathing. I took a sip of Water and rather than it helping the food get through, I knew I was stuck. He could see I was having trouble so he quieted down to let me focus. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and not a moment too soon. I got into the bathroom stall, bent over the toilet, and up came the steak. I felt better right away and even nibbled on the ribs once I got back to the table. I didn't want him to worry about whether or not I could eat 'normally' so I was glad that I could continue having dinner even though I stayed away from the sandwich just to play it safe.
I don't think he even thought twice about it once he saw I was OK. I even had a little ice cream later on. So now I feel like I've experienced all aspects of being banded....and the thing I feared the most has come to pass, and I got through it.

I've been in my line of work now for 20 years. If you know you interviewed well, you can deal with not getting the job a whole lot better than if you know where you screwed up...or just that you screwed up. Mock interviews are a great idea and I'm sure when you interview for real, you will have the info and feedback you need to have a really good crack at the position.

Thanks everyone.
So, I did terrible but got some great feedback and have lots of homework/action items, and a plan of action going forward. I scheduled a second mock interview to follow up. Now I have lots to do to prepare for a second mock interview, and a reason to put together a second interview outfit so I will have more to choose from when and if I am ever called in for a second real interview.
By the way, I have found the whole process incredibly helpful. Prepping for mock interviews is making me get on the stick and plan ahead.
Hopefully when I get asked in for some real interviews I will be super prepared.

I am fighting the gain train also. Need to lose 7 lbs to be where I like my body more and feel healthiest.
Apple season here. The apple crisp was deadly. No more! I'll make something I don't care for.... Lemon something!!

I've had the occasional bubbles but have kept it to a minimum. So far, no issues but like I said...it's a rarity. No more seltzer for you!
By the way...my weight is definitely creeping up. I resolve every morning to keep to my food plan but I tend to derail too often. It's not a horrible gain, but since the cruise in June, I've gained about four more pounds...and since I want to be at or around 125, I need to lose about eight pounds to get there. I'm finding it difficult...but I'm trying.
Hope all is well with everyone. I miss some of the folks who are gone from this thread... but I'm glad for those who are still here.

Just to add:
Her life is not fabulous. It could be, but nothing she is doing right now is going to make it so. I think her life is very sad.
She can't dance. She LIKES to dance (which is great), but she has no skill or technique. She "teaches" dance but doesn't have the skill or endurance to do so.
I think she is wasting a HUGE opportunity to create the life she wants with this TV show. Rather than a showcase for her need for attention, she COULD use the resources and time filming this show doing so many more productive things (whether or not related to her weight).

I disagree. The longer I watched this show, the more I have come to believe that the issue isn't her weight. Weight is a symptom.
She is in deep denial about a lot of things, including her food issues.
She appears to me to be immature, narcissistic, manipulative, and hypocritical. She bullies as much as she claims to be bullied. She has no boundaries.
She is literally and figuratively starved for attention.
Her parents and friends are huge enablers, codependents, and clueless.
As to the comedian, I think she could have been more tactful and I don't agree 100% with what she said and how she said it, but she was brought onto the show for a reason. I lost any shred of respect I had for anyone on that show with the way they treated her.
I hope she was payed well for what she had to put up with.

My sister and brother-in-law saw a couple of shows in NY this summer. They LOVED Kinky Boots. Now, that is what I call the compression boots I use for my physical therapy!

How did I know you'd say that?
I hope you and @@gowalking won't mind my throwing in my few cents although I'm tossing them not at the main subject matter.
Because Kinky Boots, which received top industry awards, including the Tony for Best Musical, was written by Cyndi Lauper (music & lyrics) and Harvey Fierstein (book), be sure it's awash with affection and kindheartedness.
The countless shoe stores on 8th between 5th & 6th Aves. disappeared years ago after many years in business. They catered to everyone, primarily the hip, young and young-ish. I wonder what the owners, Israeli immigrants, moved on to.
Now that you've brought it up, I'm recalling Lee's Mardi Gras on the third floor of a building in what has come to be known as the Meatpacking District, bordering and west of the Village. It, too, closed many years ago. The shop catered to drag queens and transvestites, carrying clothing and shoes in the larger Miss sizes and plus. I think 10 was the smallest shoe size; imagine mid-high Mary Janes in 13. Having heard about it for years, I stopped in for a look-around once when I was passing by. The visit was fun and unexpected, the atmosphere calm, understated, dignified, etc., etc. I'd expected the most flamboyant clothes, but found simple things, some definitely dowdy. My guess is that those were to suit secret dressers. Even the lingerie was simple, maybe only a few frilly pieces.

As a banded person for more than 3 1/2 years, and on maintenance for more than two of those years, I weigh myself daily to keep in check but do not focus on the numbers.
I don't post much anymore but I still go on the site regularly to see what's up. As a veteran, I try to let folks know that there really is a rainbow at the end of all this fear and uncertainty.
I understand completely that if you are new, or still losing weight, that the numbers are important. Just remember to focus on living your life, and enjoying the experiences you once could not. It's not what you weigh, but how involved you are as a participant in life. Most of us know what it's like to be on the sidelines looking in rather than being part of what's going on.
That picture of me and my grandson was taken just the other day. I went to an amusement park with my family and walked all over. I got on to the rides with the baby. I fit everywhere...I participated in everything. And with every step I took, and with every ride I went on with him, I sent up a prayer of thanks for getting my life back.
The gentleman I'm with is my boyfriend. His late wife was sick, obese, and mobility challenged. He knows I was once in her shoes. He appreciates what I did to get healthy and supports me always. We do things together and while he loved his wife and still does, he also loves that he has a companion now who can do things with him rather than have to stay at home.
The last picture is me when I was obese...and that's not the largest I was either. I wanted to have that picture juxtaposed with me on the bicycle to show the difference between before and after. I went riding that day in Central Park to make sure I could handle it as I was heading to London and planned on riding through all the Royal Parks on a tour. I struggled for sure, but I made it. And had a great time as well.
So..the story here is...pay attention to your weight loss journey, but make it about your life and your experiences, and not what you weigh. Success is not measured in pounds, it's measured in being an active participant in your life.
Have a great weekend everyone.

As a banded person for more than 3 1/2 years, and on maintenance for more than two of those years, I weigh myself daily to keep in check but do not focus on the numbers.
I don't post much anymore but I still go on the site regularly to see what's up. As a veteran, I try to let folks know that there really is a rainbow at the end of all this fear and uncertainty.
I understand completely that if you are new, or still losing weight, that the numbers are important. Just remember to focus on living your life, and enjoying the experiences you once could not. It's not what you weigh, but how involved you are as a participant in life. Most of us know what it's like to be on the sidelines looking in rather than being part of what's going on.
That picture of me and my grandson was taken just the other day. I went to an amusement park with my family and walked all over. I got on to the rides with the baby. I fit everywhere...I participated in everything. And with every step I took, and with every ride I went on with him, I sent up a prayer of thanks for getting my life back.
The gentleman I'm with is my boyfriend. His late wife was sick, obese, and mobility challenged. He knows I was once in her shoes. He appreciates what I did to get healthy and supports me always. We do things together and while he loved his wife and still does, he also loves that he has a companion now who can do things with him rather than have to stay at home.
The last picture is me when I was obese...and that's not the largest I was either. I wanted to have that picture juxtaposed with me on the bicycle to show the difference between before and after. I went riding that day in Central Park to make sure I could handle it as I was heading to London and planned on riding through all the Royal Parks on a tour. I struggled for sure, but I made it. And had a great time as well.
So..the story here is...pay attention to your weight loss journey, but make it about your life and your experiences, and not what you weigh. Success is not measured in pounds, it's measured in being an active participant in your life.
Have a great weekend everyone.

As a banded person for more than 3 1/2 years, and on maintenance for more than two of those years, I weigh myself daily to keep in check but do not focus on the numbers.
I don't post much anymore but I still go on the site regularly to see what's up. As a veteran, I try to let folks know that there really is a rainbow at the end of all this fear and uncertainty.
I understand completely that if you are new, or still losing weight, that the numbers are important. Just remember to focus on living your life, and enjoying the experiences you once could not. It's not what you weigh, but how involved you are as a participant in life. Most of us know what it's like to be on the sidelines looking in rather than being part of what's going on.
That picture of me and my grandson was taken just the other day. I went to an amusement park with my family and walked all over. I got on to the rides with the baby. I fit everywhere...I participated in everything. And with every step I took, and with every ride I went on with him, I sent up a prayer of thanks for getting my life back.
The gentleman I'm with is my boyfriend. His late wife was sick, obese, and mobility challenged. He knows I was once in her shoes. He appreciates what I did to get healthy and supports me always. We do things together and while he loved his wife and still does, he also loves that he has a companion now who can do things with him rather than have to stay at home.
The last picture is me when I was obese...and that's not the largest I was either. I wanted to have that picture juxtaposed with me on the bicycle to show the difference between before and after. I went riding that day in Central Park to make sure I could handle it as I was heading to London and planned on riding through all the Royal Parks on a tour. I struggled for sure, but I made it. And had a great time as well.
So..the story here is...pay attention to your weight loss journey, but make it about your life and your experiences, and not what you weigh. Success is not measured in pounds, it's measured in being an active participant in your life.
Have a great weekend everyone.

Great post, Friend.
I've decided NOT to hold it against you just because you are a METS fan. (the METS do have one of my favorites with them now---Granderson).
Enjoy your joyful journey!