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I wonder how much Protein most of us used to get? Hamburgers, a couple of pork chops... hum.... probably way over 100.

The diets are so different depending on the surgeon. I started with one surgeon, and then Kaiser hired there own surgeon and I got swapped. The first surgeon said low carb below 20 grams a day... period. You could eat meat, cheese, some veggies. The new surgeon has me on the liquids. When I asked him about the 20 grams a day, he said... sure it probably works just fine, but to him it was getting the patient mentally ready - since that is what you are going to have to do after surgery. Low carb diets make the liver release glycogen which it normally stores several pounds of. I just keep thinking if I have to cheat, or stray... do it with Protein. So far, I'm good. Been nauseous, been whiny, been coming home from work and crashing way before time... Some people don't even have a pre-op... I so don't get that! If it is about the liver, why don't all the doctors do it? Oh, well.. I'm getting myself physically and emotionally prepared.

The diets are so different depending on the surgeon. I started with one surgeon, and then Kaiser hired there own surgeon and I got swapped. The first surgeon said low carb below 20 grams a day... period. You could eat meat, cheese, some veggies. The new surgeon has me on the liquids. When I asked him about the 20 grams a day, he said... sure it probably works just fine, but to him it was getting the patient mentally ready - since that is what you are going to have to do after surgery. Low carb diets make the liver release glycogen which it normally stores several pounds of. I just keep thinking if I have to cheat, or stray... do it with Protein. So far, I'm good. Been nauseous, been whiny, been coming home from work and crashing way before time... Some people don't even have a pre-op... I so don't get that! If it is about the liver, why don't all the doctors do it? Oh, well.. I'm getting myself physically and emotionally prepared.

I live in Conyers and work in Covington. Awesome results!

I remember loosing weight years ago and getting too much attention. I do think I hid behind my weight, and I remember feeling exposed. This was in my 20's and I went from no attention, to men bugging me... strange men bugging me. Yelling stuff, approaching me and coming on to me. It was unnerving. I was shy back then. People do treat you differently.
A lady I work with went out of state to a family reunion and no one knew she had surgery. She walked up on a group of women, looking for "fat Sherry", where is that "big fat Sherry"? She looked at them and laughed and said... "Fat Sherry now wears a size 3, what about you women"? She told me when I started this journey to expect people to treat you differently. She also said she feels the same on the inside but everyone treats her differently because of her weight... some is good and some is bad.
I think this is part of the reason we are sent to the Shrink... lots to handle.

Best of wishes! October 16th here at Northside Hospital.

I have ate everything, and think I am finally full! I'm literally sick of food. I start pre-op, liquids only tomorrow - I'll probably feel different... however, tonight was the Grande Finale!

I have ate everything, and think I am finally full! I'm literally sick of food. I start pre-op, liquids only tomorrow - I'll probably feel different... however, tonight was the Grande Finale!

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.

My "skinny" husband started dating me at the point I had lost weight, but not all the weight and told me he loved me even if I gained all of it back plus some... and I did, and he does. He eats whatever he wants and loves to cook and blames himself for me gaining and wanting the surgery, although he is supportive. I've told him, it is my fault... not his. We've also talked about him feeding him, me feeding me and my daugher (17) feeding herself after my Pre-Op starts in a couple of days. Everyone is responsible for their own food needs. My daughter wants to eat healthy and been drinking the shakes - but even if she became my partner and wanted to do the Pre-Op diet with me, I am still in this by myself and can't blame anyone for any slips I make. I also don't want the diet police to move in on me. Think of how you'd feel if he starts monitoring everything you are eating.

Prayers for your family.

I remember buying them years ago, with the thought... maybe this kid will end up liking yogurt. She does, but no longer the kind with m&m's. She eats low-fat yogurt almost daily. Even if you are fanatical and feed a kid everything healthy, the daycare, school and teachers, church, clubs, everyone else is going to give them stuff that isn't. My father was diagnosed with pre-diabeties when I was 8 or so and we only had healthy stuff in our house. My mother fussed at me for everything I ate. Do you really want another piece of meat? When I started getting allowance it was for my stash of contraband. When I went to other friends houses, I literally binged. I started my first diet at 12 years old to get a trampoline. I was 130, and lost 20 lbs and got the trampoline. I starved myself, and it has been a lifetime of binging and dieting since. When my daughters Dad left she went from being skinny to chunky overnight. I never pushed her toward a diet. She also went on her first diet when she w 11/12 and she lost from 172 to 125 during that summer and now at 17 she is about 150 (she is 5'7). She walks daily. She pushed herself. I hope by working it out on her own she doesn't end up like I did. She's drinking my shakes, she likes trying stuff. She eats a lot of fruit. She also gets what she wants at restaurants, takes a few bites and brings it home and eats on it for the next few days. Now I will say I NUTTED up when she was little about green ketchup, purple ketchup and pink butter. I refused to buy it but the ex bought it and we had a refrigerator full of the crap. That was my pet peeve

That is a motivator to workout!

I did state he was my partner. I am not married for many reasons! So thanks for all the marriage advice but didn't need it. Like I said time will tell! And that's all i can say, I'm going to focus on me and not be so worried about what he does and doesn't do. Because in all reality I'm the one who has to live with me and my decisions for the rest of my life!

I have to say that if I had made this decision with my ex-husband it would have probably been the end of the marriage... but since I didn't do it then another woman was the cause. Stayed the first time, he left me for the next one. I don't always believe in til death do us part. I look back and I was crazy to stay the first time. But, to lay that aside and apply it to this topic.
When I would diet, he would diet and get on board for whatever, low-fat, diet pills, low-carb and of course we joined the gym. After a few weeks or a month he would go back to his ways and yes I wanted him as a team-mate but when I realized I was on my own I wanted it for me. He would sabatoge me every way he could. He would want to go out to eat, I'd order healthy, he would want me to skip the gym.... he would call me fanatical, he would say I had tunnelvision and that I neglected the family. This is my daughter's father. I am soooo glad that "til death do he part" did not keep me tied to that jerk. When I lost weight he said my clothes looked slutty, and they did not - I've always been a pretty modest person. We went through this several times over a 9 year marriage. Two years before the split I was down to 160 lbs and he had an affair with a girl over 400 lbs (not saying she was bad because of her weight, I'm pointing out he had a fetish and did NOT want me thin). I stayed for my daughter, I gained a 100 lbs and I was miserable. He then starting having an affair with a woman 20 years older than him, bigger than me that looked like a man... left me and married her. Four years later he left her for another woman, then left that one and married another one.
Sometimes relationships aren't meant to be. We shouldn't enter them lightly, but we shouldn't stay for the abuse if the mistake was getting married in the first place. I believe in marriage, and happily ever after and now I am with a great man and I am so thankful I'm not stuck with that other jerk. My daughter has said over and over she was glad he left and didn't think she could have handled being raised by him. She was 6 when he left. His views drive her nuts (he preaches religion and right and wrong but still screws around like an alley cat), and when she used to go for a weekend she'd want to be brought back early, last time he refused to bring her back... now she refuses to go and he picks her up for dinner twice a year (he lives 2 hours away).
This surgery can split up relationships. There are many posts about that on here. It changes the person so much, inside and out the other person may not can handle the person changing, or the changed person can not longer stay with the other person. I think this is one of the reasons therapy is a big part of that process. I also believe in love and if BOTH parties were truly in love with the inner soul of the other person and totally committed to the relationship, the relationship with weather all storms, this included. I thought my ex loved me, he didn't love me... glad he gave me a chance at a better life without him.

I have to say that if I had made this decision with my ex-husband it would have probably been the end of the marriage... but since I didn't do it then another woman was the cause. Stayed the first time, he left me for the next one. I don't always believe in til death do us part. I look back and I was crazy to stay the first time. But, to lay that aside and apply it to this topic.
When I would diet, he would diet and get on board for whatever, low-fat, diet pills, low-carb and of course we joined the gym. After a few weeks or a month he would go back to his ways and yes I wanted him as a team-mate but when I realized I was on my own I wanted it for me. He would sabatoge me every way he could. He would want to go out to eat, I'd order healthy, he would want me to skip the gym.... he would call me fanatical, he would say I had tunnelvision and that I neglected the family. This is my daughter's father. I am soooo glad that "til death do he part" did not keep me tied to that jerk. When I lost weight he said my clothes looked slutty, and they did not - I've always been a pretty modest person. We went through this several times over a 9 year marriage. Two years before the split I was down to 160 lbs and he had an affair with a girl over 400 lbs (not saying she was bad because of her weight, I'm pointing out he had a fetish and did NOT want me thin). I stayed for my daughter, I gained a 100 lbs and I was miserable. He then starting having an affair with a woman 20 years older than him, bigger than me that looked like a man... left me and married her. Four years later he left her for another woman, then left that one and married another one.
Sometimes relationships aren't meant to be. We shouldn't enter them lightly, but we shouldn't stay for the abuse if the mistake was getting married in the first place. I believe in marriage, and happily ever after and now I am with a great man and I am so thankful I'm not stuck with that other jerk. My daughter has said over and over she was glad he left and didn't think she could have handled being raised by him. She was 6 when he left. His views drive her nuts (he preaches religion and right and wrong but still screws around like an alley cat), and when she used to go for a weekend she'd want to be brought back early, last time he refused to bring her back... now she refuses to go and he picks her up for dinner twice a year (he lives 2 hours away).
This surgery can split up relationships. There are many posts about that on here. It changes the person so much, inside and out the other person may not can handle the person changing, or the changed person can not longer stay with the other person. I think this is one of the reasons therapy is a big part of that process. I also believe in love and if BOTH parties were truly in love with the inner soul of the other person and totally committed to the relationship, the relationship with weather all storms, this included. I thought my ex loved me, he didn't love me... glad he gave me a chance at a better life without him.

My "skinny" husband started dating me at the point I had lost weight, but not all the weight and told me he loved me even if I gained all of it back plus some... and I did, and he does. He eats whatever he wants and loves to cook and blames himself for me gaining and wanting the surgery, although he is supportive. I've told him, it is my fault... not his. We've also talked about him feeding him, me feeding me and my daugher (17) feeding herself after my Pre-Op starts in a couple of days. Everyone is responsible for their own food needs. My daughter wants to eat healthy and been drinking the shakes - but even if she became my partner and wanted to do the Pre-Op diet with me, I am still in this by myself and can't blame anyone for any slips I make. I also don't want the diet police to move in on me. Think of how you'd feel if he starts monitoring everything you are eating.

I quit 5 1/2 years ago, and I had to go to the Pulmonologist the other day for clearance. I had done the breathing tests, and chest x-ray a week before. I got scared out of my head about that chest x-ray. It was clear, thank goodness! I used to cough all the time. I had to be on antibiotics 3 or 4 times a year... had a few bouts with pneumonia. All that is gone now. It is worth it!

I quit 5 1/2 years ago, and I had to go to the Pulmonologist the other day for clearance. I had done the breathing tests, and chest x-ray a week before. I got scared out of my head about that chest x-ray. It was clear, thank goodness! I used to cough all the time. I had to be on antibiotics 3 or 4 times a year... had a few bouts with pneumonia. All that is gone now. It is worth it!

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.

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.

Stephanie - we share the date! Best wishes!

I start 14 days next Wednesday, can't wait... NOT! I told my co-workers to be prepared next week, it probably wasn't gonna be pretty. I'll probably be ill and snappy for a couple of days. Phase one to a new life...

I start 14 days next Wednesday, can't wait... NOT! I told my co-workers to be prepared next week, it probably wasn't gonna be pretty. I'll probably be ill and snappy for a couple of days. Phase one to a new life...

I'm not sure if I did or not. How can I tell? :ph34r: