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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.

I have found that affection makes one quite adaptable to the bodily characteristics of the one loved, even if those characteristics are outside of societal norms. I am going to get a bit graphic here: the loose skin could actually be worked into the general erotic scene, even an asset. Guys with some semblance of emotional maturity and intellect can make this adjustment with ease. Not wanting do bestow upon you TMI but my wife has lost nearly 90 pounds since her Roux N Y. The following guys convey my feelings about it:

It is easy to tell that you have overeaten about 10-15 minutes after you have eaten. The trick is to know when enough is enough WHILE you are eating. This brings up the concept of eating slowly with concentration. If you are distracted by TV, conversations, etc. you may pass to ideal stopping point and realize it later. While you are eating, eating is your primary task, just as when your driving a car on a busy street. Overeating is not immediately lethal like losing concentration when driving but can be quite uncomfortable. My policy is that when something especially tasty is before me I prepare myself mentally to take it slow, knowing that I could get carried away and stuff down too much, too fast. This is especially important when you go to a restaurant and order a meal that you know will mostly end up in a take-home box. Putting that fork down between bites and reflecting on the feasibility of the next bite is helpful. At home you learn to serve yourself the right portion and DON'T GO BACK FOR MORE. I used to violate myself by putting down 2 pitchers of beer plus shots, sandwiches, and peanuts. 2 mountainous buffet plates, drinks, and deserts were also the norm. Now I have a wonderful belly that talks back to me in a loud voice and is saving my life.

I used to have an exercise in which I would carry around a couple of 40 pound weights. It really worked my shoulders and legs. I carried the equivalent of that for years in fat so I thought my thighs would show it. Their stork-like appearance shows the error in my thinking. Being 63 and less endowed with testosterone I may have a struggle to attain Mr. Olympia size. No problem, like most men I have the power to exaggerate what I see in the mirror.

Now that I have lost considerable weight I have found less muscle under that layer of fat than I thought was there. Perhaps some of my weight loss was muscle but I think my perception of how much of me was muscle was overly optimistic. Now onto a bodybuilding regime!

I heard "you're not that big" from a lot of people, even nurses. I am tall and the death-dealing globules were spread out and hid under clothing as long as it was loose. Of course, I didn't have the time or inclination to school them on what price I was paying for my "not that big" body. You know the list: tiredness, heavy breathing (not related to romance ), knee pain, insomnia, apnea, high blood pressure, diabetes, etc. etc. People watch TV shows where 660 pound people are laying in hospital rooms and think that is the definition of too big. We know what fat is. We know how to dump it for good.

These reactions we get as sleevers are an amatuer psychologist's dream. It seems to be a human foible to define ourselves by our perceived relative position in relation to those around us. For example: you have a friend who was always the thinner one. She was comfortable and happy to be the better of you two in her own mind. Now you attack your fat with high aggression and she sees her self-definition threatened. Rather than be happy for you out of pure friendship her instinct of self preservation kicks in she lashes out to either discourage you or out of sheer agony that she has to take a new look at herself and blames you. You know, we are who we are regardless of those around us and what they think. What they think only has a bearing on our welfare if we let it. What we think is paramount.

Hi, Frank!!!!! I am glad you are making progress! I was 330 as well, down to 242 now about 5 months out, goal is 220. It's gonna be good !!!!!!

Too much, too fast is what does it for me. Eating late at night will do it too, waking me up. I would imagine that bulimia would be easier with the sleeve because it is easier to vomit. Not a good thing at all. Might not be the problem but I hope she gets some pro help anyway.

The " " pretty well sums it up. Just add her to the weight you are going to lose.

My prayers are with you.

When your clothes start going into Goodwill bags and your energy returns like a long lost cherished friend you will understand that the price paid now is a small one. The feeling I have is that I have beat the crap out of a long time bully who stole my lunch money and shoved my head in a toilet every day. Overeating and being overweight were the bane of my existence. The dictator is dead! Viva la revolution!!!

Being a child of the 60's I was still enjoying the morphine when the surgeon came in to see me and tell me I could go home. He looked quite puzzled when I asked him if he had found my missing car keys in that stomach he dragged out. He just said he had someone else drag it out and that he hadn't heard anything. He left pretty quickly after that for some reason.

Wow, that is not pretty! Now I REALLY don't miss it!

I feel your pain, Kathy. See my thread: http://www.verticalsleevetalk.com/topic/40231-vacationing-key-to-weight-loss/ The mind is the key to the body. It's like driving a car for a long distance. Don't go to sleep. Slap yourself if you have to but stay awake. You and I have demonstrated we can thrive without constant, unneeded material going down our necks. Life is more than endless chewing. We need to engage our brains and bodies in new and challenging pursuits.

It seems when I vacation, I lose weight. My last trip to Florida netted me a 6 pound loss in 13 days. When scratching my cranium trying to deduce the reason for this phenomena I came to this conclusion: *more activity *less snacking When I am home I have access to the fridge and take advantage of that opportunity almost mindlessly. I also spend more time on the computer sitting on my stationary derriere. Rather than spend major dollars going on stacked up vacations I believe I will pay more attention to snapping myself out of the "Zombie snacker" mode and move like I'm animate.

I think that is one step up from chewing stuff and spitting it out like I did. It took a lot of will power for you not to chew it. Liquids are for but a season. This too shall pass. The crunch shall return!

Good for you, Lulu! You're a delightful person! It hits me that you will do great, you just have the personality and thoughtfulness to get through it and succeed. Your son will get a gift soon: a more energetic mom. Get ready for going down and going up at the same time: weight going down, life going up! What a ride it is!!!

We went to Florida recently. My November 2011 Roux N Y wife went on a cruise, I waited for her to get done and looked for a house for our upcoming move there. My brother-in-law raved about the improvement in my wife's appearance. He looked at her before pictures, praised her for her tenacity and bravery, and generally lauded her to the high heavens. I have lost more weight since my Jan. 16, 2012 sleeving but although this was known I got hardly a mention. Am I bitter? Naaa! I am super glad for her and not a bit jealous. She eats the attention up, it just makes me squirmy. She is welcome to it. I feel a bit strange when hugging her. You know the feeling when you are walking upstairs in the dark and don't count the steps correctly and think you have one more step when you don't? Your foot reaches out into nothing then comes down on the landing. Kind of jolting. I hug her and my arms just keep on going through the area that used to stop them. It is not unpleasant but hard to get used to. I almost feel like I'm being unfaithful.

The"pig out today for tomorrrow we starve" philosophy was a standard fixture in my former failed dieting attempts. I had to get into the right frame of mind about food. The seriousness of the operation caused me to think hard about my thinking. I realized that food could be either my servant or my executioner. Pigging out is surrendering to it's power. I saw that I had to quit overeating like I did smoking, develop a hatred for it. Being fat kicked my butt daily for many years like a relentless bully. It robbed my happiness and was working on killing me. It stole time from my family and made me reach far less than my potential. Overeating is my mortal enemy, I most certainly do not want to entertain him "just one more time". Eating small is the same as eating big only not destructive. Same taste, just less of it. It looks like your mind is setting right on this. Good for you!