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I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

Before surgery, I had my group of friends tell me if there is anything I need to just ask. After surgery, I let everyone know that I'd love it if someone would come pick me up and take me out for some hot tea.
Guess how many came to my aid? Yep! Zero.
And this after I'd helped some out of tight spots, helped move, been a shoulder, etc.
recently, a strictly online friend of mine made the best statement that I need to remember:
" If you can't be my friend when it is inconvenient, you don't deserve to be my friend when it is a benefit."
It's time for us to take care of us. Viva la revolution!

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

YES! And do you face them or show your posterior? Either way, you will end up stepping on toes and inadvertently crush yourself up against the row in front of yours trying not to become intimately involved with the poor strangers who sat between you and the exit. Oh yes! Goodbye to that dreaded squeeze!

I was sleeved Tuesday as well. I made the mistake of sleeping with only a pillow last night. I've been up since 4. I just can't name my discomfort. It's my stomach but is it gas? Healing? Acid? Nausea? I don't know. I've already used my phenergan cream, protonix and a gasx strip.
Oh please tell me again this gets better. I just feel like there is a large gas bubble that my liquids have to fight to get around.
I guess misery loves company. Seems lots of us battle a bit when we get home.

I figure that after 2 c-sections, my medical dignity is gone. And I also had an emergency back surgery where my hiney was up in the air. AND they had to flip me into that position after I was out.
I still have a pretty story in my head as to what will be seen and I guarantee you that when it's time for my surgery, I'll be waxed shaved and groomed! You know... Just in case.

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

I'm scheduled for the 13th! I'm so excited. I've done my pre-op meeting and paid for the surgery (I'm self pay). I'm finding I'm rather calm at the moment. Just a wonderful sense of peace with all this. I think the next few days will be packing and catching up with the family laundry. No real pre-op diet. I just had to lose 5% of my weight before I got my date. And now I've got to just keep it off (no last big splurge). Well, the day before I'm on Clear Liquids only (no red or purples). I get my surgery time Friday. I'm so excited I'm just rambling on.

And the number of true friends I have is ZERO! I have moved people (last one was 4 freaking days after my surgery - had to enlist help of my kids), helped others through problems, taken them out to chase away blues, given rides, etc. I asked one thing of my 'friends'. That during my recovery to just save me and take me out for tea to help stave off getting depressed or stir crazy. And do you know how many have called to see if I want to get out? Yep. Zero.
I'm forgotten. At least it feels that way. Kids in school, hubby at work. My car tire has a slow leak that hubby keeps forgetting about so I can't get to gym. No support groups nearby. No meetup groups (unless I want to go to the Ron Paul group or anarchists group). Just me.
I'm just done doing anything for people. Next time someone asks for my help, I just may be too busy for them.

This is a nsv and a rave and tooting my own horn. I don't necessarily like bragging about myself so ill do it in a relatively anonymous place such as this.
A few months ago, I submitted a proposal to do a workshop at a national convention I go to every year. I had convinced myself I didn't have enough credentials, enough letters after my name, etc and I would not get picked. I wrote my proposal in about an hour, sent it and forgot about it.
So yesterday I got a letter stating they had approved me to do my workshop at the convention. I' was so shocked I just started to cry. It's not until April so I thankfully have lots of time to get prepared and be nervous.
What an amazing week this has been. First I was sleeved now this! And the best part is I'm going to enjoy going shopping for a new outfit to wear to give the workshop! Yes, I'll be skinny by April!
I'm just over the moon.
Thank you all for letting me brag a little.

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

I can't wait to not have a rash under my boobs (or find food in my bra when I take it off)
I can't wait to stop accidentally bleaching the belly line of my shirts when I clean the kitchen counters
Ahh, not holding my breath to put on a shoe.
To not have little kids tell me I must be a good cook because I'm fat (actually happened)
TMI but to not fear crushing my hubby during 'adult activities'
And this is a big one for me: to NOT make fun of myself before someone else can.

I may be weird, but I'll get a few hiccups when I'm topped off, or start to sneeze., If I go any more I'll feel the dreaded lump in the chest. Cottage cheese is a slider with me if its on the runny side, but if dry it will let me know when I'd better stop. When on soft foods I used the 3oz paper Dixie cups to measure my food and help keep me from making myself uncomfortable. I used plastic spoons too. My wife loved it since it was the first time in our marriage I wasn't creating any dirty dishes, at all.

Maybe hidden insecurity that is expressed by lashing out?
My husband and I have had tough times but he's remained supportive. But, in the hospital, he asked me something late that first night. It was hard for him to say. He just quietly asked "when you lose the weight, will you leave me?"
Of course not! But this was a real issue on his heart. Maybe an issue similar to this is going on?
Maybe he needs some reassurance you aren't going anywhere.

But whatever you do- DO NOT take alka-seltzer this way!! No matter how bad you think it tastes!