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October 8th...just got my official date!

Hi everyone! I was creeping around here earlier and I realized that a group like this is just what I need: A group going through a similar journey that isn't going to judge! I love it!
I am 27 y/o (as of yesterday!), single, and I live in Montana. I will be having my VSG done on Monday, October 1. I am scared, I am excited, I am nervous, I am HUNGRY! That last part only because I am 2 days into my 3 week pre-op diet. I think the doctor is being especially cautious with me because I have a huge history of medical issues and this surgery is so important to my future!!
I am so excited to go through the journey with you all! Good luck to everyone!!

I am getting the sleeve done on October 1st, and I have been on my liquid diet for one out of three weeks needed. I tried to stay to myself for the first few days and just kinda hang out where I wasn't going to have the issue of food being *right* there. I worked all week, did my thing, and now I find myself on a day off and I realize that this is one of my problems! I always eat so much more when I am at home with nothing to do. I am happy to report that instead of just sitting around I mowed the lawn, went and got another Protein option, got another of the supplements that my NUT wanted me to get for post-surgery, and I bought a more reliable scale for tracking things. I was active, I was moving around, I was feeling good. I have to tell you, though, my moving around had me driving past places that I would have normally dropped in and ate something at. It felt good to drive right past.
That brings me to the title of my post: tip-toes and eggshells. I feel like this week has been an eye-opening experience for me. My relationship with food used to define me. But now, I can drive past my old food favorites and I know that I am moving on to a better life. I am even ok with smells. (I went to a GNC to get some stuff and there was a Little Ceasar's 2 doors down. Smelled good, but not enough to compromise this.) I went to visit a friend because we haven't had much occassion to see each other in the last week. I mixed up a strawberry-lemonade Protein Shake and figured I was going to be just fine. D, my friend, felt she had to warn me that her house was going to smell like food because she had a meal cooking in the crock-pot all day long. I told her I would be fine and she dropped it. I sat with her and just talked for almost 3 hours and every time she brought up a new topic is was in some way wrapped around food. Finally, D stops and looks at me and actually appologized for talking about food! I had to laugh and tell her it was ok. I think she felt like she has to tip-toe around the subject because I am denying myself solid food right now.
I am not going to lie, I am a total foodie. I love cooking, I love different tastes, I love the social aspect of having a meal with friends. But, I am also at a point where I am not going to let food define who I am. I have thought about surgery before (at my highest I weighed just over 400 lbs) but it was never right for me before. After nights like tonight, I know I am on the right track. I know that it is finally right for me. I think I have seen these called non-scale victories. Well, my friends, I think I have had my first NSV. And I like it.

Oh that's so great to hear!!! You're a real motivation you know!?!? Keep up the wonderful work and positive attitude

I am so proud of u! U are so on the right track. I understand how u feel about the smell foods, not worth sabatoging your liquid diet. October is just around the corner. We can do this girl!!

I am getting the sleeve done on October 1st, and I have been on my liquid diet for one out of three weeks needed. I tried to stay to myself for the first few days and just kinda hang out where I wasn't going to have the issue of food being *right* there. I worked all week, did my thing, and now I find myself on a day off and I realize that this is one of my problems! I always eat so much more when I am at home with nothing to do. I am happy to report that instead of just sitting around I mowed the lawn, went and got another Protein option, got another of the supplements that my NUT wanted me to get for post-surgery, and I bought a more reliable scale for tracking things. I was active, I was moving around, I was feeling good. I have to tell you, though, my moving around had me driving past places that I would have normally dropped in and ate something at. It felt good to drive right past.
That brings me to the title of my post: tip-toes and eggshells. I feel like this week has been an eye-opening experience for me. My relationship with food used to define me. But now, I can drive past my old food favorites and I know that I am moving on to a better life. I am even ok with smells. (I went to a GNC to get some stuff and there was a Little Ceasar's 2 doors down. Smelled good, but not enough to compromise this.) I went to visit a friend because we haven't had much occassion to see each other in the last week. I mixed up a strawberry-lemonade Protein Shake and figured I was going to be just fine. D, my friend, felt she had to warn me that her house was going to smell like food because she had a meal cooking in the crock-pot all day long. I told her I would be fine and she dropped it. I sat with her and just talked for almost 3 hours and every time she brought up a new topic is was in some way wrapped around food. Finally, D stops and looks at me and actually appologized for talking about food! I had to laugh and tell her it was ok. I think she felt like she has to tip-toe around the subject because I am denying myself solid food right now.
I am not going to lie, I am a total foodie. I love cooking, I love different tastes, I love the social aspect of having a meal with friends. But, I am also at a point where I am not going to let food define who I am. I have thought about surgery before (at my highest I weighed just over 400 lbs) but it was never right for me before. After nights like tonight, I know I am on the right track. I know that it is finally right for me. I think I have seen these called non-scale victories. Well, my friends, I think I have had my first NSV. And I like it.

I am getting the sleeve done on October 1st, and I have been on my liquid diet for one out of three weeks needed. I tried to stay to myself for the first few days and just kinda hang out where I wasn't going to have the issue of food being *right* there. I worked all week, did my thing, and now I find myself on a day off and I realize that this is one of my problems! I always eat so much more when I am at home with nothing to do. I am happy to report that instead of just sitting around I mowed the lawn, went and got another Protein option, got another of the supplements that my NUT wanted me to get for post-surgery, and I bought a more reliable scale for tracking things. I was active, I was moving around, I was feeling good. I have to tell you, though, my moving around had me driving past places that I would have normally dropped in and ate something at. It felt good to drive right past.
That brings me to the title of my post: tip-toes and eggshells. I feel like this week has been an eye-opening experience for me. My relationship with food used to define me. But now, I can drive past my old food favorites and I know that I am moving on to a better life. I am even ok with smells. (I went to a GNC to get some stuff and there was a Little Ceasar's 2 doors down. Smelled good, but not enough to compromise this.) I went to visit a friend because we haven't had much occassion to see each other in the last week. I mixed up a strawberry-lemonade Protein Shake and figured I was going to be just fine. D, my friend, felt she had to warn me that her house was going to smell like food because she had a meal cooking in the crock-pot all day long. I told her I would be fine and she dropped it. I sat with her and just talked for almost 3 hours and every time she brought up a new topic is was in some way wrapped around food. Finally, D stops and looks at me and actually appologized for talking about food! I had to laugh and tell her it was ok. I think she felt like she has to tip-toe around the subject because I am denying myself solid food right now.
I am not going to lie, I am a total foodie. I love cooking, I love different tastes, I love the social aspect of having a meal with friends. But, I am also at a point where I am not going to let food define who I am. I have thought about surgery before (at my highest I weighed just over 400 lbs) but it was never right for me before. After nights like tonight, I know I am on the right track. I know that it is finally right for me. I think I have seen these called non-scale victories. Well, my friends, I think I have had my first NSV. And I like it.

It's weird how people who maybe had fingers pointing towards them in the past, now do the pointing. It might be nice to TRY to be fair and understand what these people that overeat are going through. We've all "been there, done that" and at times we've had out of control eating and/or relentless unsatiable hunger. It's one thing to see them overeating and reflect back on yourself, not see yourself in a positive light in the past and glad you had a tool to help you not be like that any longer. But we've been there, we know how overaters feel and of all people..... we should understand and see things a little how they see them.
I'll see someone like that and want to tell them (without offending them or them thinking I'm calling them fat) that there are possible tools for them out there as well and tell them how happy I am with mine. But I've rarely done that due to not knowing how they would take it. I would like to help them somehow instead of putting them down or judging them.

I was on a 3 week liquid diet and I lost 31 lbs. Of course I had gained 20 in the month before I started. food funerals can pack on some pounds! 3 weeks can be tough....just put your head down and get through it

18 days for me. Pre-pre-op diet in full swing lost 6 pounds this past week. liquid pre-op diet to start thursday. Getting psyched. Nervous too

I have 16 days! It is getting very real and very, very exciting!

i work in a call center, so I don't have to deal with customers, but it took me a long time to get comfortable in my surroundings because I was afraid of what other people were whispering. At my highest I was over 400, but I had a nurse at the hospital actually tell me that I carry the weight in a way that I didn't look that heavy. Not sure how much of a reassurance that was, only because I know how I looked and it wasn't like I looked that much smaller. I hoovered right around 375 for years, but then docs had me do prednisone for some lung issues and that's what pushed me over. But - I have just a little over 2 weeks and I am not looking back! Ever again!

I have officially been deemed sane and well adjusted enough to have WLS by my Psych Eval. One more requirement checked off the list!

I have been in this spot a few times, too. Then I think of how awesome it is going to be to go out into public and not worry about other people staring or commenting on how fat I am. I remember that I want to travel. I remember that I want to be more than just a number in a statistic.
If you choose to cancel, do so because you are absolutely sure. Don't let fear cheat you out of the rest of your life.
We are here for you, and we are gonna be going through the same stuff. Hang in there, hun!

I am sure that most of us sit here with our fingers poised over the keys, wondering what to write. Do I start of with my name, my age, what brought me here? Do I talk about my goals and dreams?
Well, here goes nothing!
My name is Kristine, I am 27 years old, and at my highest weight (that I know of) I was 415 pounds. I live in Montana and it has taken me a long, LONG time to get to the point of admitting I needed the help I am getting now. My whole life I have been the fat kid. I was "gopher cheeks" in the first grade per the bully on the school bus. I was "Porky Pig" per my own mom in a ruse to help me quit snacking after school. I was "thing" per my older sister in her rash of older sister contempt in my teenage years. But mostly, I was and am just me. It has taken me a lot of time, a lot of crying, and a lot of help from special people to know that who I am is not just a number on a scale. That number, however, comes with its own set of problems.
When I was 18, my mom died of a heart attack that left me knowing that I was going to be next if my life didn't change. I was even a realatively healthy weight at that age. I got sick right around the time that my mom passed and life has just spiraled out of control since. I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder that included treatment with prednisone and chemo that just made me sick and, well, fat. Then, once I was medically cleared of that issue, I started getting infections in my lungs that landed me in the hospital twice for a severe pneumonia. The first time it happened, my oxygen saturation levels were only in the 70s. I was lucky that I went in when I did or I wouldn't even be here to realize how lucky I am now. To figure out where the lung infections were coming from, not only was I put back on prednisone, but I started seeing a specialist that recommended I get a lung biopsy. That was done last July and the result was a diagnosis of cancer. Man, I can't even tell you how that blow felt. It was like I was punched in the gut and couldn't breathe (no pun intended). So, they tell me I have marginal zone, B-cell non-hodgkins lymphoma. Quite a mouthful, eh? When my oncologist came into an appointment, asked me how I was breathing, and then proceeded to tell me that the nodules in my lungs were dissapating and that I should be breathing better I realized that my weight was holding me back in more ways than just socially. I finally had something that was concrete to say, "Hey, dummy! Your weight is killing you!"
So, in May 2012 I started seeing the newest addition to my clinic: a bariatric surgeon. I was mortified to admit it to any of my family, so I went just to get things in line and see if it was something I was even eligible for. Four months later, I have a surgery date set for October 1. I started my pre-op liquid diet yesterday (and hating life because of it... Yuck!), and I am finally looking forward to the future. I am ready to start traveling with my best friend and get out of Dodge for the weekend. I want to be able to hop a plane every weekend and not worry about some skinny person telling me that they feel their space is being encroached upon. I want to meet my special someone and feel what it is to be loved without worrying about how I look. I want to buy clothes off the rack. I want to live for a long, long time.
That's the most important thing. I want to live for a long, long time. Sounds good to me, for sure.

I am sure that most of us sit here with our fingers poised over the keys, wondering what to write. Do I start of with my name, my age, what brought me here? Do I talk about my goals and dreams?
Well, here goes nothing!
My name is Kristine, I am 27 years old, and at my highest weight (that I know of) I was 415 pounds. I live in Montana and it has taken me a long, LONG time to get to the point of admitting I needed the help I am getting now. My whole life I have been the fat kid. I was "gopher cheeks" in the first grade per the bully on the school bus. I was "Porky Pig" per my own mom in a ruse to help me quit snacking after school. I was "thing" per my older sister in her rash of older sister contempt in my teenage years. But mostly, I was and am just me. It has taken me a lot of time, a lot of crying, and a lot of help from special people to know that who I am is not just a number on a scale. That number, however, comes with its own set of problems.
When I was 18, my mom died of a heart attack that left me knowing that I was going to be next if my life didn't change. I was even a realatively healthy weight at that age. I got sick right around the time that my mom passed and life has just spiraled out of control since. I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder that included treatment with prednisone and chemo that just made me sick and, well, fat. Then, once I was medically cleared of that issue, I started getting infections in my lungs that landed me in the hospital twice for a severe pneumonia. The first time it happened, my oxygen saturation levels were only in the 70s. I was lucky that I went in when I did or I wouldn't even be here to realize how lucky I am now. To figure out where the lung infections were coming from, not only was I put back on prednisone, but I started seeing a specialist that recommended I get a lung biopsy. That was done last July and the result was a diagnosis of cancer. Man, I can't even tell you how that blow felt. It was like I was punched in the gut and couldn't breathe (no pun intended). So, they tell me I have marginal zone, B-cell non-hodgkins lymphoma. Quite a mouthful, eh? When my oncologist came into an appointment, asked me how I was breathing, and then proceeded to tell me that the nodules in my lungs were dissapating and that I should be breathing better I realized that my weight was holding me back in more ways than just socially. I finally had something that was concrete to say, "Hey, dummy! Your weight is killing you!"
So, in May 2012 I started seeing the newest addition to my clinic: a bariatric surgeon. I was mortified to admit it to any of my family, so I went just to get things in line and see if it was something I was even eligible for. Four months later, I have a surgery date set for October 1. I started my pre-op liquid diet yesterday (and hating life because of it... Yuck!), and I am finally looking forward to the future. I am ready to start traveling with my best friend and get out of Dodge for the weekend. I want to be able to hop a plane every weekend and not worry about some skinny person telling me that they feel their space is being encroached upon. I want to meet my special someone and feel what it is to be loved without worrying about how I look. I want to buy clothes off the rack. I want to live for a long, long time.
That's the most important thing. I want to live for a long, long time. Sounds good to me, for sure.

I am sure that most of us sit here with our fingers poised over the keys, wondering what to write. Do I start of with my name, my age, what brought me here? Do I talk about my goals and dreams?
Well, here goes nothing!
My name is Kristine, I am 27 years old, and at my highest weight (that I know of) I was 415 pounds. I live in Montana and it has taken me a long, LONG time to get to the point of admitting I needed the help I am getting now. My whole life I have been the fat kid. I was "gopher cheeks" in the first grade per the bully on the school bus. I was "Porky Pig" per my own mom in a ruse to help me quit snacking after school. I was "thing" per my older sister in her rash of older sister contempt in my teenage years. But mostly, I was and am just me. It has taken me a lot of time, a lot of crying, and a lot of help from special people to know that who I am is not just a number on a scale. That number, however, comes with its own set of problems.
When I was 18, my mom died of a heart attack that left me knowing that I was going to be next if my life didn't change. I was even a realatively healthy weight at that age. I got sick right around the time that my mom passed and life has just spiraled out of control since. I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder that included treatment with prednisone and chemo that just made me sick and, well, fat. Then, once I was medically cleared of that issue, I started getting infections in my lungs that landed me in the hospital twice for a severe pneumonia. The first time it happened, my oxygen saturation levels were only in the 70s. I was lucky that I went in when I did or I wouldn't even be here to realize how lucky I am now. To figure out where the lung infections were coming from, not only was I put back on prednisone, but I started seeing a specialist that recommended I get a lung biopsy. That was done last July and the result was a diagnosis of cancer. Man, I can't even tell you how that blow felt. It was like I was punched in the gut and couldn't breathe (no pun intended). So, they tell me I have marginal zone, B-cell non-hodgkins lymphoma. Quite a mouthful, eh? When my oncologist came into an appointment, asked me how I was breathing, and then proceeded to tell me that the nodules in my lungs were dissapating and that I should be breathing better I realized that my weight was holding me back in more ways than just socially. I finally had something that was concrete to say, "Hey, dummy! Your weight is killing you!"
So, in May 2012 I started seeing the newest addition to my clinic: a bariatric surgeon. I was mortified to admit it to any of my family, so I went just to get things in line and see if it was something I was even eligible for. Four months later, I have a surgery date set for October 1. I started my pre-op liquid diet yesterday (and hating life because of it... Yuck!), and I am finally looking forward to the future. I am ready to start traveling with my best friend and get out of Dodge for the weekend. I want to be able to hop a plane every weekend and not worry about some skinny person telling me that they feel their space is being encroached upon. I want to meet my special someone and feel what it is to be loved without worrying about how I look. I want to buy clothes off the rack. I want to live for a long, long time.
That's the most important thing. I want to live for a long, long time. Sounds good to me, for sure.