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I was planning Gastric Bypass all the way. Had done almost all my appointments when I went to the seminar and changed to the sleeve. I liked not rerouting my intestines. I didn't really understand what the sleeve was before, and once I did the research I knew that I had changed my mind. I had surgery three months ago and still happy with my decision. 52 lbs down.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

Almost a year ago I had dinner with an old friend that I used to work with. She had lost her job after 16 years and was depressed and told me over the phone she had gained 150 lbs. she was probably 250 or higher the last time I saw her. I wasn't prepared... She could hardly walk... And was probably 450 or higher... She was in the position of not being able to get a job and had back problems and was trying to get disability.
After that night I worried for her, feeling like she would end up bedridden... I also worried for myself... When I retire will I get bigger and bigger? Will I be able to walk? My feet were constantly hurting, I was already having problems.
I took my friend to lunch a few months later and she couldn't wear a seatbelt and couldn't step up on a curb, we had to find a restaurant without one....
Reconnecting with her lead to my decision to have the surgery. I called her before, but didn't tell her. I wanted to tell her face to face. I was going to see her while I was on leave, but time flew by and I was back to work...
She had a heart attack and died in her sleep 2 days before Thanksgiving. She was 38 years old, married, with a 10 year old daughter. Her death has devastated me. I will be an example and advocate for WLS.

No divorce in the sleeve world... Stomachs are forever gone! Till death do us part...

When I first started dating my husband I had just lost weight over the last year, was working out and looking pretty good. I wasn't at goal, never could make it that far. I was 200, and he knew I had worked hard. I knew he was a keeper when he said I'd still love you if you gained it back and more... it doesn't matter what you weight... I love you. My husband wears a size 29. I ended up gaining and worked hard to get down before the wedding, but was 230. Recently I was 287, but have lost a little. Hoping to have the surgery in October. He is supportive. What he said when we were dating means the world to me. I have went through a very stressful 2 years after our marriage. It isn't my husband, it is his kids and family and extreme circumstances. I think that is how I have gained to be my highest ever. During all the stress, I kept trying to diet and my hubby even said don't worry so much about it. Now he blames himself somewhat for me gaining, we eat out a lot, he loves to cook... I accept the blame, except what I can throw towards his kids and hateful family. I do not want any of them to know I am having this surgery. They have been mean, and I know they have made fun of my weight. His daughter practically called me a fat cow on Facebook. If you stay with this guy, this will always be in between you. You will always worry if I gain a pound he will leave, and he might. There are too many great men out there. Some may not have been attracted to you if you were the original weight, but once they fall for you, they will stand beside you. He isn't judging you for you or your heart, but you need to judge him for his heart. If he could be this hurtful this early in the game, I am sure he could be much more hurtful later.

No divorce in the sleeve world... Stomachs are forever gone! Till death do us part...

There have been a few people on here with ongoing problems after the sleeve, and the doctors want to revise to rny. I went in wanting rny and changed to the sleeve. But I remember there was a guy at the seminar fixing to start kidney dialysis that wanted the sleeve and the surgeon said in his case... It had to be rny. Do some research and maybe see another surgeon, but the surgeon probably knows what is best.

I honestly believe if most people were as active and healthy as he is and had not dieted and screwed up their metabolisms over the years that they could eat what they wanted. I think we live in a sedentary society where everything is supersized... and it works against us in the long run.

I honestly believe if most people were as active and healthy as he is and had not dieted and screwed up their metabolisms over the years that they could eat what they wanted. I think we live in a sedentary society where everything is supersized... and it works against us in the long run.

My NUT is awesome and impressed that I bring a journal in. She's just made recommendations, and been sweet. I would see about changing to someone else if that is an option.

If she goes to the restroom, get rid of part of it. Have your fiancée sneak bites when she isn't looking!

My NUT is awesome and impressed that I bring a journal in. She's just made recommendations, and been sweet. I would see about changing to someone else if that is an option.

Those women were not the ones for you. I always dated bigger men, because I was bigger... kinda felt I needed a bigger man, I guess. I ran into an old friend from high school, that I had known since I was 12 and we started hanging out. My mind could not conceive dating him because he is a skinny guy, and short... he wears a size 29 pant (probably the same size he wore when he was 12)! Until another woman started texting him did I realize that I had feelings. I was jealous! It wasn't long after that he declared feelings for me and he knew I had struggled to lose a lot of weight, and he even said he'd love me if I gained it back and more (and that's what happened). My weight has limited me a lot. On vacation, I can't keep up, I can't do things and I'm scared I'll end up immobile. He has never pressured me. This was my idea. It is nice he loved me for me. I wasn't looking for a skinny guy, I couldn't imagine being with a skinny guy. I needed a big guy that made me feel smaller or something. But, I got a great man.
I always felt that only bigger men would consider dating me. Then when a skinny guy came into the picture I had to take a look at myself and see what I really wanted. The ex-husband was big, and has gotten bigger and bigger since the split. He sabatoged every weight loss attempt I made while with him. He was jealous if I did good, and was selfish because he wanted to eat out or whatever.
It is probably good that you are going into this not tied down. Don't settle. Just because the women that left you were bigger, didn't make them the right one. The world is your oyster. Keep an open mind, and life will lead you to the right person.

I had dinner with a former co-worker (from about 12 years ago). We had talked on Facebook, and I knew she had lost her job after 17 years (a couple of years before) and I knew she had gained weight. My husband and I went to dinner at her house and she was a lot bigger than I imagined. Last time I saw her she was probably 225, maybe 250... she was probably 450. She couldn't hardly walk, she could barely stand, and she said getting a job at this point wasn't going to happen for her because she can barely leave the house. The worse part is when she was walking us out and her sock slipped on her foot and she had to ask her husband to fix it, and he grunted. Yep, he grunted. I took her out to lunch a few weeks later, with another old co-worker and we had to make sure the restaurant had a ramp of some sort not a step up off the curb. She wasn't able to wear the seat belt and the car dinged, and dinged until we fastened it behind her. I really felt horrible for her, to the point of hurting on the inside. Then I started thinking about myself, and I'm wanting to retire early... and I have a very physical job - what is going to happen to me when I quit working? Will I end up bedridden? Seeing her, brought out fear in me. She is trying to get disability, she has some severe back issues that led to her losing her job. I think her hubby would run if he could, he didn't seem very caring or compassionate and I knew this couple when they started dating and was at their wedding. Seeing her brought out a panic inside myself. I actually started another diet, that I couldn't follow... the past couple of years I can diet a few weeks lose 10 pounds, then get stuck and poof, 10 pounds are back on.
Then one day at work, a guy I work with, met me outside in the parking lot, grinning from ear to ear asking me if I could keep a secret. He told me he was having gastric bypass and the first thing I said is... oh, that is so dangerous! He said, they do it laparscopically now and he was planning on returning to work in 10 days, and I said you are kidding. I started researching immediately and was planning on the RNY until I went to the seminar and then I swapped plans. I talked to my husband and decided that I was going for it, and if the doors opened I would walk right through. My appt with my PCP was end of May, a few days after my conversation with the co-worker. My appt with the endocronologist was a week later, and he sent me to the NUT and Psychiatrist. I went on vacation right after those first appts and started thinking of all I could do next year when we go back. (The endocronologist had made the comment that I would be 100 lbs smaller in a year.) I can go up the stairs without being totally out of breath and hurting (was having bad foot pain). I can climb all the lighthouses (I climbed one, and the old people were going up faster than me... I was the slowest one there). I can horseback ride. I can kayak. I can grow older feeling younger than I do now.

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