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Ask your boyfriend if cutting out 80% of his stomach and dragging it out through a slit in his belly sounds easy. How about a stapler working on his insides. This, the most frequent objection to this operation, is also the most asinine.

When you go to the reply box click "more reply options". At the bottom you can "choose files"... search your computer for pics and load them up. Then you click,"add to post" and they are there. Now do it right..or else!

Save em, load em up. Good work, there is a difference!

Too much coffee is an acid issue for me. Not enough coffee is a grumpy issue.

We are blessed to have a genius cook for a niece who lives in a beautiful Florida lake house a half hour from us. She loves her aunt and uncle and always invites us to share holidays with her family. She is into organic and healthy but always manages to have an outrageously delicious spread of roasts, ham, green bean casseroles, pumpkin rolls, squash casseroles, stuffing, gravy, dinner rolls, and surprises. The entire family knows about our wls lifestyles and understand the microscopic dabs of food on our plate. Jet skiing, boating, lolling on the private beach, and swimming in their pool afterward. A big plus is their adorable grandkids.

It took me a year to lose 100 pounds. I had lots of stalls. I laughed at them and they went away. Time and science is strong kung fu.

Ahhh...wine. My experiment was with vodka. I've had sweet homemade wine before that went down way too easy...made a right fool out of me in front of my girlfriend's family.

Reading something about an experience and imagining how it would be is a world of difference from actual experience. The thing becomes 3 dimensional and stares you in the face. That's when you apply your research and go to war. You are doing good, youthguy80, your brain is working and your body will benefit no matter how loudly it protests.

Today after a hard morning of work the boss took us to Beef O'Brady's. I ordered a salad and a half of a Cuban sandwich. The salad went down mighty easy and I even ate some of the bread with the yummy Cuban sandwich along with the meat. The quantity was more than I normally eat and I had no discomfort. I consider that they were sliders. The "stretch bellies" who were with me ate vast quatities and I had to dig into my water/lunch bag and retrieve my ever-present antacids for one of them. As for booze, I don't see how it is possible to abuse it with the sleeve.The thing doesn't hold enough for a decent buzz and booze irritates. "The Bouncer" wouldn't put up with it.

Oh, sorry. I noted in your title that you were "terrified". That sounds like a bit too much fear and a problem for you. I was trying to help you get around that. I know you are looking for clever things to say to calm her down. I will leave that to someone else. If my mother went off on me I would just let her rant and probably laugh at her. I have always been somewhat difficult to control and can't understand folks that let others box them up, even relatives.

I have a 37 year old daughter who has 2 wonderful daughters. She asks my advice at times but goes ahead with her life as she sees fit. This is as it should be. If she wanted me to run her life for her I would consider myself a failure as a father. I would think that I created an emotional cripple. Look down at your belly. Do you see a cord there with the other end attached to your mother? If not then you are not dependent upon her. Her control over you is what you allow. If she bases the continuation of your relationship on your obedience to her every thought and prejudice she is the child here. Be kind to her but don't let her inability to cope limit your life. Having her talk to the surgeon may help unless she contradicts him and tries to override his advice as well. Surgeons don't like that.

Radical it is, a cop-out it is not. It is not easier as you will see, it is just much more effective. It IS much easier than being obese. Good for you! I made my change at 63. I am 64 now, a year and half out, under my goal, strong as a bull, and enjoying life. You can do it!

Ya, I slugged em for that.

I went to a movie with wife, daughter, and granddaughters. It was an amazing animated feature that promptly put me too sleep. I woke up to go to the bathroom and in my groggy state noticed that some slick gal in skinny jeans and long boots was sitting right next to my granddaughter with plenty of empty seats around! The silverback gorilla in me rose up and I was about to let her have it when a light went on in my head. Yup, it was grandma. She looked at me funny and I took my red face down to the restroom.

Your closet changing will happen several times over the coming year. Don't buy expensive clothes on the way down unless you're loaded. I suggest putting a bag in your closet and dropping the too bigs in one at a time as they make themselves known. Look at them and remember when you bought them, it's like time travel. Also, save a few pieces of your biggest stuff, they make for interesting "before and after" pics.

Some people are highly unchangeable. Trying to help them change is an exercise in futility. When I encounter such people that I want to change but cannot... I change myself. I can change how I react. I decide what reaction would be the best one that would maintain my dignity and peace and still not be malicious to the antagonist. I write the screenplay. Then I turn on the actor in me and react that way. Sometimes I channel Cary Grant or John Wayne, (without the speech mannerisms ). Enough times in performance and the doofus toxin no longer affects me. Acting is not lying. It is calling up another phase of your personality or tapping into influences that have formed it.

Smoking and sleeving are quite incompatible. My surgeon, one of the best in the nation, is a tyrant about it. He has dealt with smoking related complications, his only near fatality was smoking related. I feel your pain. Even now after all these years smoke-free I still get an urge when I smell it when someone is smoking around me. That's when I kick in my logical mind and squash the urge. It's like having an ex-lover who did you wrong. You find a new love that treats you like a king but when you see the ex you still have feelings. Then you think of their dirty deeds and compare them to what you have now and the feeling passes like so much gas.

I see veins I haven't seen in many years. I was a hard stick too. They had to keep going up the ranks to the more experienced nurses until one finally got it. It should be pretty easy now.

It's how you present yourself. I have a default insane look that eliminates any conversation before it starts. :ph34r:

http://www.verticalsleevetalk.com/forum-306/announcement-16-the-big-book-on-the-gastric-sleeve-has-arrived/ Yup, The Big Book on the Gastric Sleeve by our very own Alex!

It was a certainty that I was soon to die if I didn't deal with the fat...and quickly. I did it. The odds of complications seemed an acceptable risk given the circumstances. I won.

Varies with the individual. I am 64 and I have loose skin under arms, between legs but most prominently, at the belly. It is gradually getting better but I expect I will never look like a 20 year old again. I don't care. It does me no physical harm and I am not interested in trying to convince anyone but my wife that I am desirable...and she already knows that. My Bruce Lee pose: Enter The Sleever...

I have relatives that visit and which I visit who are from a different part of the country. When they come here to Florida their emphasis is not on the multitude of activities and fun stuff available here but....restaurants. When I visit them the main activity is....yup...restaurants. food..in the center..special places that serve food, exotic food...great views while you have food...designer food...status symbol food...on and on. Wife and I eat 10 bites and are done. The rest of the time we watch it go down their necks and limit our conversation so as not to get food spat at us. When they have sufficiently stretched their bellies the lethargy sets in and we have to deal with their groggy responses. As such I once was. Be grateful that you've retired from the trough.

Neat kid and cool bike! Nice area, too. Glad you are getting strong!

After initially getting over the surgery I moved more and more safely as I could. I determined before the surgery that exercise was a permanent fixture for the rest of my life, like bathing or brushing teeth. I went from walking to walking with weights to running with weights to running up a hill with weight repeatedly. I also did push ups, squats, and worked out with a kettlebell. My energy steadily increased. After a year I went to work with my nephew in his dock building business here in Florida, I shovel dirt and wheelbarrow for hours in the hot Florida heat. This from a guy who puffed like an old steam engine after climbing the stairs to the bedroom. I am 64 years old as well. Determined, deliberate, consistent, well thought out exercise coupled with this operation and a proper diet is a combination that will most likely yield a doubling or tripling of your energy.