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Most of my co-workers are happy for me. Some think that WLS is the "easy" way out. One guy that always greeted me with "hey hey hey" (if you're old enough, you'll remember that's from the Bill Cosby cartoon Fat Albert) is no longer greeting me at all (probably because he hurt his foot and has gained atleast 80 lbs in the past few months).
So, everyone is different. Still doesn't affect how I feel about me. OP: your supervisor is either not interested in your project or not interested in you. I don't know how you can fix that.

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

wow. Some remarkable transformations. I won't be doing this to myself 'cause ain't nobody gonna see me nekked except for my husband or medical personnel and I am 57. Now, if I were 30 or 40 ? Yeah, for sure.
I really just want to be able to move and do more like, well, a normal human. I don't want to be disabled until or if I am disabled for a reason other than body mass. Does that make sense? I'm not really vain and the older I get the less vain I am. Now, if my loose skin prevents me from doing the things I want to do then yes, I would get it removed. Just for looks? No. I have heard that it is a horrendously painful and dangerous operation.

I dunno... the normal-sized stomach humans would all be miserable and hungry and we'd be happily munching away on locusts and what-not and getting satisfied.

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

I'm still surprised when I sit in a chair and there is space on either side of my butt. Like, "Wow, they're finally smarting up and making chairs bigger!" duhhh

You've learned many things. Those lessons will not leave you with the fat. They are stored in your mind and heart. The real you is not the fat. Fat is excess storage. It contains no personality.
You may have relied on your big size to give you space in social circumstances. I used mine to intimidate at times. You will have to find your power in the force of your personality. Your empathy remains, your compassion as well. The fat did not give it to you. Your heart did. Now you will have a greater capacity to express your love with your new vibrancy. You can do more for more people because you are free from the drag down that fat was, you are stronger.
Your self image will change but your identity will remain the same. You will adjust to the sleek version.

I would like to answer your lecture about lecturing but I'm afraid I might lecture.
Edit:
Oops, I think I just did.

I believe analytical thinking is growing increasingly scarce. In the narrowly confined brain activity of the mediocre there is little room for consideration of anything beyond the norm. The average yokel reacts from blind emotion and fear. It annoys the zombie hordes when someone exhibits life beyond widely accepted stumbling and mumbling. Their brain hardly functions and they want to eat yours because it does.
I have been an oddball in many ways all of my life. Being different is not so bad. After a while you are happy that you cut yourself from the herd.
I am glad you see their retribution coming in the form of your coming slim form. It's turn or burn for them: turn to your side in applause or burn with envy. Let 'em stew in their ignorance.

*puts English teacher hat on*
Calibri is a font.
Caliber is the American English spelling.
Calibre is the British English spelling (and since they invented the language, I let them spell it as they wish, even with the "u" in "colour" and "favourite", and spelling "theatre" intead of "theater").
AussieLady meant exactly what she typed, since her screen name shows she's from Oz (-stralia, not where Dorothy went with her ruby slippers).
We now return to our regularly-scheduled program of wackdoodlery, shenanigans and hooliganism.

I'll start with the update. I'm currently 389, which is 70lbs GONE FOREVER from my highest weight at the end of 2012. It's so exciting... it somehow seems less daunting to lose the weight since I got out of the 400s. I'm so happy and grateful for my progress so far!
My weight loss isn't really showing IMO, and by that, I mean I don't think others are noticing it. I certainly am, but all my usual clothes still fit, there are some that are bigger than others, but some that were snug before and now just fit like they are supposed to. I can see that the clothes are looser, though - just not quite enough that it's time to start looking for smaller clothes. That will come soon enough, and I'm not looking forward to it! I don't have many clothes in smaller sizes, so that means I'm gonna have to start shopping!
My NSV is: I HAVE BONES, Y'ALL. Bones in my hands! Collarbones! Bones in my feet! I saw my reflection when I was walking to the parking garage at work today, and I happened to see my bones in my feet as I was walking. I was shocked! It's been so long since I saw those bones!! Soon enough I'LL HAVE ANKLES! *gasp* As I write this, I have a ring on my finger that I used to wear as a left hand pinky ring and it's now fitting on my right hand ring finger. Whaaaat??? I can't remember what size this ring is, but I think it's a size 7 - I used to wear a 9 on my right hand ring finger (well 8 1/2 would probably fit, but 9 just felt better). I can see the change in my body and I know that with all this fat sliding off in those places that it's just a matter of time before it starts coming off my belly/hip/thighs. I'm starting to feel like a lady again, and it's wonderful!

I wish I had known that food withdrawal would turn me into a raving, maniacal, get-in-my-way-and-I-WILL-kill-you witch for a week in my 2nd week post-op. It was kind of scary (atleast that's what my husband says . I was ok when I got to the mushy foods stage.

You are correct, I can't control anyone else's actions, but that said, I am upset by people who defraud others. I am upset by people who abuse others, rob others, hurt others. It's a basic human reaction.
I have talked to her and I will again. I am also going to let her know it's time to be honest or I will be honest for her.

I'm curious to see what she says after she gains it all back.

I wish I had known that food withdrawal would turn me into a raving, maniacal, get-in-my-way-and-I-WILL-kill-you witch for a week in my 2nd week post-op. It was kind of scary (atleast that's what my husband says . I was ok when I got to the mushy foods stage.

Even though the circumstances of my life are sometimes really intolerable, I have always been a happy person. I am very blessed that way. I happen to be married to a man who no matter what the circumstances are, he isn't happy. I always expect the best of people & situations and am usually disappointed. He always expects the worst, and is never disappointed. I still prefer my way of looking at life.
As far as being happy with my body, oh yeah, I am a LOT happier now.

I just have to say this, my granny told me "baby girl, ppl are going to tlk about u rather ur doing good or bad, they tlked about Jesus Christ and he saved us all"....and to this day I reflect on that. Ppl see others as a threat only because they are insecure in themselves and they see something in u that they wish they were or had. Now as far as those men go, girl I would tell them "back then u didnt want me, now I'm hot and u all on me"....I have a sayin, if u didnt want me whn I was fat, ur surely not gonna want me when Im skinny...lol

this makes me very sad... It sounds like you settled for less than you wanted out of a relationship because you thought you didn't deserve better because of your looks... If you are with a man who treats you like that, he will treat you like that whether you are fat or skinny.
My husband treats me the same whether I'm skinny or fat, people told me sometimes what a good husband I had because he didn't care about the weight gain and loved me the same? I would think what the hell? so he's a saint for staying with me?
No he is a man who loves his wife and I love him and we made a commitment for life. To be side by side through all of our changes. Me being fat or him losing hair has no bearing on the core relationship.
Please know that you need to stop selling yourself short and you are much more than just your outward appearance.

Even though the circumstances of my life are sometimes really intolerable, I have always been a happy person. I am very blessed that way. I happen to be married to a man who no matter what the circumstances are, he isn't happy. I always expect the best of people & situations and am usually disappointed. He always expects the worst, and is never disappointed. I still prefer my way of looking at life.
As far as being happy with my body, oh yeah, I am a LOT happier now.

I'm the same way - gung ho in the beginning and then I fizzle - and my husband was the same way. He was fine with my weight and I didn't have any serious medical problems so he didn't understand why I wanted to risk life and limb, and money, on surgery. He thought since I had lost the weight before, I could do it again if I "really tried" or "really wanted to"....yeah. I had to sit him down and tell him I was tired and I was tried out. I wasn't going to be fighting this battle for the rest of my days. Then I had to tell him all the things he didn't know, never realized, and never thought about - like the times I couldn't tie my shoes, my fear of falling because at 100 lbs overweight, I could really hurt myself, how my thighs touch from my pelvis to my knees so I don't walk like a normal person, how I couldn't get in the tent at the outdoorsy store because I wouldn't have been able to get back out, how I can't wear a skirt without shorts, how carrying 100 lbs makes me too tired to have sex or go hiking, how I hate people thinking he has a fat fetish, how I know my kids aren't proud of me, how I feel like less of a person around people, and on and on and on. I literally poured my heart out and IT SUCKED! I told him I needed help to have the life I deserved and that he couldn't help me but he could at least support me. If he had put up a fight after that, I would have left him. Seriously. I have never been that open with another human being in all my days and damn it, he was either going to get on board or get ran over. But that's only me and mine. I've just had it with living this way. I'm through. I deserve better and I'm worth more.
Thank God my hubby got on board. He just never knew. I NEVER spoke to him about my struggles. I would mention every new diet I was trying but I never let him in on how my weight affected my life. He was so sorry that he never realized how I was struggling, then I felt bad for putting that guilt on him, but in the end we're all good.
I think your husband's fear of regain is reasonable. My sister had that same fear. A lot of people never address why they eat the way they do and they do re-gain a signficant amount of weight back. I didn't want to research weight re-gain, because that was not going to be me, but I'm glad I did. I eat to feel ok. I eat to bring joy into my life. I eat to be happy. I eat because I deserve it. I eat to zone out. I eat to treat myself. I eat to not feel. If I dont' find acceptable substitutes for all those reasons, I will not be a weight loss success. Thus I'm addressing those issues beforehand. Maybe if you learn more about why you eat the way you do -what purpose food is serving in your life - and come up with acceptable substitutes, your husband will be more agreeable to you having the surgery.

The past year has FLOWN by very quickly, and here I am, ready to post some surgiversary pics and stats. It seems amazing how quickly the time (and pounds) have flown by.
I won't say it hasn't had some moments of difficulty, frustration and struggle. They have been FAR outweighed (HA!) by fun, excitement, joy, a sense of accomplishment and the knowledge that THIS is my new, healthy life.
Getting the VSG was the best decision of my life. I would do it again 1000x.
I've attached some pictures of me pre-op (with my surgeon, Dr. Ramos Kelly!) and a few days post-op (in Mexico).
And some more pictures of me now (loving life, sports and still a work in progress).
And finally, a shot of my measurement changes to date (-86.25 inches!) in a year.
Just another 47 lbs to goal.........
And........I'm completely off my asthma meds (used to be 3 puffers and 2 oral meds), even when I'm exercising HARD. A miracle.....since I've been using asthma meds continuously since age 12 (now 43). I can't tell you what a difference it is to be able to breath, all the time!