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I just tell them the truth: I eat less. If I deem them worthy, they hear the rest of the story. If not, that's all they need to know.

My hair is thinner. However, I am 63 and my uncles were folicle challenged so I am not sure I can pin it on WLS.

Nearly 7 months out. 10 pounds to goal. Eggs and cheese for breakfast, protein chunks for lunch and dinner;(Chicken or turkey meatballs, left-over whatever), Organo Gold coffee throughout day. I eat left-overs from restaurant visits and what the "normal" part of the family doesn't eat. I try to get some green stuff in every day and a little fruit. Milk on occasion. Lots of water. I don't have any sleeve forbidden foods that I avoid. Small portions, though.

Prayers going on.

To me it was like going back in time without the DeLorean. I started the sentence, "The last time I was this thin was...." ....whirling lights flashed in my memory....Bam!....1980, Funkytown...

This thread reminds me of Freddy Krueger for some reason....

**Waves hat in the air** ...YEEEEEHAW!!!!

I am 6 months out and it is still the same. Eat too fast and regret will follow. One needs to pause before eating like Michael Jordan at the free-throw line. Visualize what you are about to do, follow through, don't lose concentration, stay in the zone. Beats "shouting Europe at the toilet."

O.T is right. Give it time. Especially don't make the Hot and Sour soup mistake that I made. Ruined me for it forever.

Sounds like my kinda food. The smell will annoy my family but twang my buds! Thanks!

Welcome!!!!!

I hate my old sweaters. They used to be too tight. Now I swim in them. They remind me of when I was a teen and let my girlfiend wear my sweater to show off that she had a boyfriend. She looked in them then like I look in them now. I don't have a boyfiend. Homey don't play dat.

Wife and I were talking about the possibility of donating our excess folds of skin in exchange for cosmetic surgery. A little research this morning put that idea to rest. http://www.traumaburn.org/who/skinbank/faq.shtml Skin harvesting is only done on deceased folks, primarily because of the FDA requiring a quarantine period of 6 months. Also, expensive specialists must do the work, you get a lot more skin from a whole body, etc. We are back to our defense mechanism mindset that loose is lovely.

Sleeved Jan. 16, 2012. Lost 70 pounds in 195 days, about 1/3 pound a day. I am now 10 pounds from goal. I am off of apnea breather, diabetes meds, and BP medicine. What we need is a super-star who was sleeved to make an over-abundance of skin a fashion trend. But until that happens my Roux-N-Y wife, (who has also lost a bunch), and I have decided that loose is lovely in our private society. Beside that, if we ever need a skin graft we have plenty to spare.

We have a wine rack that came with our furnished rental here in Dade City. My wife filled it up with sugar-free syrups from T.J.Maxx and a little from Sam's Club. We hit the Organo Gold coffee every day, she can really jazz 'em up!

Howdy, neighbor, Dade City here. 5 days is a bit long but not beyond extrordinary. My wife, Roux N Y girl, goes that long occasionally. I'm a sleever and get fixed up with fig and prune eating, Metamucil, and/or Organo gold coffee. Be sure to keep the Water intake up. Whole wheatTriscuits seem to help, too.

Today I went with my family to the Lowry Zoo in Tampa. Very crowded, (it was $5 day), and very hot and humid. I did fine, walked nearly the whole time, only getting a bit tired after 4 hours. Not bad for a 63 year old who was 330 pounds this time last year. Now I'm 232. I could have never made it through this before. The heat and exertion would have put me out. I thank God for my operation. I am a much better man for my wife, daughter, and granddaughters.

Doc is the best judge. I must say it makes me wince to imagine getting punched in my torso which resembles that of someone who had a job as a ninja throwing star target..

You know when you are out walking, enjoying yourself, and suddenly a vile odor hits your nose? You look around, smell your shirt, and puzzle a while. Then you think to look on the bottom of your Nikes and there it is; nestled in the treads is evidence that someone didn't clean up after Bowzer. You make your way back home and wash off the doo under the outside faucet, thankful that the stench wasn't a permanent fixture. It makes me think of stupid opinions. They stink up your life until you realize what they are and wash them away with intelligence. Then you give serious thought to avoiding those that leave caca in their wake.

This reason occured to me a well. Money. Another pile for their pocket. I'd hate to think so but it is not beyond reason. Mine came out 2 weeks before my scheduled sleeve operation. I had a severe attack, it was my request. My wife had hers out when she got her Roux-N-Y. We haven't missed them.

True that. We went to Siesta Key beach here in Florida yesterday. It was more crowded than we had anticipated. We found out the reason for that was that several other beaches were closed due to bacterial levels. Siesta Key was OK, it didn't have water drains feeding into it. I would stick to clean pools for a while.

It is shocking to us to discover the real nature of those we've known and loved. Given the right circumstance the abject selfishness of immaturity overpowers the sensitivity that rides along with affection. Many people put on a good front but are as shallow as the veneer on discount box-kit bookcases. In such a situation I look at one thing: are they teachable? Do they want to see things from your viewpoint or are they adamant that you change back to the state which made them feel comfortable? If I determine that they are just ignorant but still care, gentle teaching is in order. If they insist on being a cold, stationary dullard, ....."The world is full of many things and many people, and I shan't be lonely. I'll find comfort elsewhere".

I am praying and believing with you. Prostate cancer survivor here, diagnosed in 2009. I was told the sleeve would lessen the chance of reoccurance. So far, so good.

We need a scale with a mood-sensing self-preservation chip. When it senses anger at a weight gain it lowers the reading by 4 pounds.

Suppose you have someone you truly love. Being around them and experiencing them makes you happy. But then this person starts making ever-increasing demands on your life. They move into every corner of your waking hours and even deprive you of sleep. They smother you, make themselves the center of your life, and cause you pain, weakness and embarrassment. But you still love them. You don't kick them entirely out of your life, you just back them off, bring them into control, demand respect from them. Good food is not evil. Too much food can be life-sapping and lethal. I still love good food. I just refuse to drown in it.