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What was my moment? Life... Everyday life....

I went to Disney 6 weeks afterwards and rode everything no problems

This is awesome news!! You know I think it's one of the truest successes of this surgery, to be able to get off the meds. And you did it in record time:)

Here you go... Great article
When Your Mother Says She's Fat
By Kasey Edwards
June 23, 2013
Originally appeared on The Daily Life. Republished here with permission.
Dear Mom,
I was 7 when I discovered that you were fat, ugly, and horrible. Up until that point I had believed that you were beautiful—in every sense of the word. I remember flicking through old photo albums and staring at pictures of you standing on the deck of a boat. Your white strapless bathing suit looked so glamorous, just like a movie star. Whenever I had the chance I’d pull out that wondrous white bathing suit hidden in your bottom drawer and imagine a time when I’d be big enough to wear it; when I’d be like you.
But all of that changed when, one night, we were dressed up for a party and you said to me, ‘‘Look at you, so thin, beautiful, and lovely. And look at me, fat, ugly, and horrible.’’
At first I didn’t understand what you meant.
‘‘You’re not fat,’’ I said earnestly and innocently, and you replied, ‘‘Yes I am, darling. I’ve always been fat; even as a child.’’
In the days that followed I had some painful revelations that have shaped my whole life. I learned that:
1. You must be fat because mothers don’t lie.
2. Fat is ugly and horrible.
3. When I grow up I’ll look like you and therefore I will be fat, ugly, and horrible too.
Years later, I looked back on this conversation and the hundreds that followed and cursed you for feeling so unattractive, insecure, and unworthy. Because, as my first and most influential role model, you taught me to believe the same thing about myself.
With every grimace at your reflection in the mirror, every new wonder diet that was going to change your life, and every guilty spoon of ‘‘Oh-I-really-shouldn’t,’’ I learned that women must be thin to be valid and worthy. Girls must go without because their greatest contribution to the world is their physical beauty.
Just like you, I have spent my whole life feeling fat. When did fat become a feeling anyway? And because I believed I was fat, I knew I was no good.
But now that I am older, and a mother myself, I know that blaming you for my body hatred is unhelpful and unfair. I now understand that you too are a product of a long and rich lineage of women who were taught to loathe themselves.
Look at the example Nanna set for you. Despite being what could only be described as famine-victim chic, she dieted every day of her life until the day she died at 79 years of age. She used to put on makeup to walk to the mailbox for fear that somebody might see her unpainted face.
I remember her ‘‘compassionate’’ response when you announced that Dad had left you for another woman. Her first comment was, ‘‘I don’t understand why he’d leave you. You look after yourself, you wear lipstick. You’re overweight, but not that much.’’
Before Dad left, he provided no balm for your body-image torment either.
‘‘Jesus, Jan,’’ I overheard him say to you. ‘‘It’s not that hard. Energy in versus energy out. If you want to lose weight you just have to eat less.’’
That night at dinner I watched you implement Dad’s ‘‘Energy In, Energy Out: Jesus, Jan, Just Eat Less’’ weight-loss cure. You served up chow mein for dinner. Everyone else’s food was on a dinner plate except yours. You served your chow mein on a tiny bread-and-butter plate.
As you sat in front of that pathetic scoop of mince, silent tears streamed down your face. I said nothing. Not even when your shoulders started heaving from your distress. We all ate our dinner in silence. Nobody comforted you. Nobody told you to stop being ridiculous and get a proper plate. Nobody told you that you were already loved and already good enough. Your achievements and your worth—as a teacher of children with special needs and a devoted mother of three of your own—paled into insignificance when compared with the centimeters you couldn’t lose from your waist.
It broke my heart to witness your despair and I’m sorry that I didn’t rush to your defense. I’d already learned that it was your fault that you were fat. I’d even heard Dad describe losing weight as a ‘‘simple’’ process—yet one that you still couldn’t come to grips with. The lesson: You didn’t deserve any food and you certainly didn’t deserve any sympathy.
But I was wrong, Mom. Now I understand what it’s like to grow up in a society that tells women that their beauty matters most, and at the same time defines a standard of beauty that is perpetually out of our reach. I also know the pain of internalizing these messages. We have become our own jailors and we inflict our own punishments for failing to measure up. No one is more cruel to us than we are to ourselves.
But this madness has to stop, Mom. It stops with you, it stops with me, and it stops now. We deserve better—better than to have our days brought to ruin by bad body thoughts, wishing we were otherwise.
And it’s not just about you and me anymore. It’s also about Violet. Your granddaughter is only 3 and I do not want body hatred to take root inside her and strangle her happiness, her confidence, and her potential. I don’t want Violet to believe that her beauty is her most important asset; that it will define her worth in the world. When Violet looks to us to learn how to be a woman, we need to be the best role models we can be. We need to show her with our words and our actions that women are good enough just the way they are. And for her to believe us, we need to believe it ourselves.
The older we get, the more loved ones we lose to accidents and illness. Their passing is always tragic and far too soon. I sometimes think about what these friends—and the people who love them—wouldn’t give for more time in a body that was healthy. A body that would allow them to live just a little longer. The size of that body’s thighs or the lines on its face wouldn’t matter. It would be alive and therefore it would be perfect.
Your body is perfect too. It allows you to disarm a room with your smile and infect everyone with your laugh. It gives you arms to wrap around Violet and squeeze her until she giggles. Every moment we spend worrying about our physical ‘‘flaws’’ is a moment wasted, a precious slice of life that we will never get back.
Let us honor and respect our bodies for what they do instead of despising them for how they appear. Focus on living healthy and active lives, let our weight fall where it may, and consign our body hatred in the past where it belongs. When I looked at that photo of you in the white bathing suit all those years ago, my innocent young eyes saw the truth. I saw unconditional love, beauty, and wisdom. I saw my Mom.
Love, Kasey xx
Kasey Edwards is a writer based in Australia and author of 30-Something And Over It.

You cannot feel a void, as I think everything just settles nicely back into place and no phantom limb syndrome..
The pain that you feel is mostly from the incision sites. Now your stomach will be making all sorts of noises but for the most part is numb, that's why it is so important to measure liquids and Proteins carefully. You will not feel fullness for several weeks sometimes.

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Hi! First I want up commend you for using the search feature here it's refreshing to see!
At six days out our digestive systems are very messed up and trying to heal. Most of us have lots of diarrhea, explosive at times.
If it continues and you start getting dehydrated put a call into your doctor.
As for the salty broth I really don't think that's it, but lie sodium broth is the best so try that.
Good luck to you

Not good, not good at all.... Please people don't do it, and please stop suggesting for other people to do it.
First, this behavior is the first steps of bulemia and getting into the habit of chewing food and spitting it out can lead to a very serious eating disorder. After WLS we are already dealing with changing the way we relate to food, so we want to instill good habits all along the way and avoid the bad ones as much as possible.
Second, there's a biological reason not to do this too. When you smell food and when it enters your mouth and you begin to chew, the body goes into Prep Mode to receive food. Your salivary glands produce saliva, your pancreas produces insulin, your liver produces gastric acid and your brain begins to calculate how much nutrition you're about to receive from the food you eat so it can keep track of it's daily needs/calories --- the body is a well tuned machine and it knows how to deal with food when it knows it's coming. But then you spit out the food. Your body still has excess saliva, insulin, gastric acid and it can't figure out why it didn't get the nutrition it thought it was going to get so the brain accountants go nuts.
Excess insulin in your body causes your appetite to increase so you'll eat more food to soak up all that extra hormone. Excess gastric acid in the stomach -- now released at the Y of your common channel -- can cause indigestion or heartburn or ulcers. And those brain accountants are now doing some creative math to recalculate the nutritional value of food because it thought it was going to get a certain number of calories, but none came, so next time you try to eat that same food the brain thinks you need twice as much to get the same nutrition as it thought it should have gotten last time.
So not only is the whole "chew and spit" habit a training ground for bulemia, it's also a way to tease your body into thinking it's getting food when it really isn't. Bulemia is a very serious illness and not something you want to play around with.
From the unknown sleever.

I think it's not really "bringing up to Alex" worthy in the sense that it (the op) was unique in its putting both Christian and atheist points of view together. Which I'm going to assume opened the door to "debate"..
But yes in the future this is not the "convert an atheist" forum so I would expect to have a forum for them and a forum for us...

Called me a success today!!
I'm not at my goal but I guess I made some kind of goal for him because he said I'm good, that I look great to him!
my blood work is awesome (Well except that damn iron) I'm a success in his eyes
I know it's kindly corny, but it felt good.
I wanted a certain number going in there today and I didn't hit it and I have been down a bit about it..
It's a stupid number as was pointed out to me (thanks m2g) this morning and I'm going to take the victory lap for now and just keep trying to Work on myself.
Shameless selfie

A little early for the combative stage (that usually hits 4 weeks post op)
This surgery is not a cure.. (Duh)
In fact it can be a major head game sometimes. As for bad choices? I guess you can call us all idiots because that's what got us here..
I cannot wax poetic like you, so I won't try. But falling off of the wagon eating a carb laden food is the beginning of the end for some.. It's really hard to know by just reading a post and forming an opinion about it.
Power. I felt I had none when it came to food. I am not an idiot, but no matter what the diet or the therapy my food consumption was beyond my control most days.
Control, I have a shaky grasp on it now.. My hands are tired and weak at the moment..
One taste, one bite.....taste, comfort, relaxing, friend. The hole is there, it is waiting to be filled. I am ( inset months) I am not cured the draw is strong.
I'm happy for those of you that have it all figured out though...

Don't be dissing my beach! I wish you fun on your 5k but to me I'd rather spend 5k on a couch....

A little early for the combative stage (that usually hits 4 weeks post op)
This surgery is not a cure.. (Duh)
In fact it can be a major head game sometimes. As for bad choices? I guess you can call us all idiots because that's what got us here..
I cannot wax poetic like you, so I won't try. But falling off of the wagon eating a carb laden food is the beginning of the end for some.. It's really hard to know by just reading a post and forming an opinion about it.
Power. I felt I had none when it came to food. I am not an idiot, but no matter what the diet or the therapy my food consumption was beyond my control most days.
Control, I have a shaky grasp on it now.. My hands are tired and weak at the moment..
One taste, one bite.....taste, comfort, relaxing, friend. The hole is there, it is waiting to be filled. I am ( inset months) I am not cured the draw is strong.
I'm happy for those of you that have it all figured out though...

food "addition" I like that.. yes I guess on a bad day I add more and more food..
I guess we all have different reasons for having this surgery. I cannot tell what a persons motivation is when they post in distress sometimes.. I guess I'm not clever enough?
By the way you are my role model too...

Lynda,
Holding on to the old...I've done a great job of clearing out all my extra fat clothes, save for one pair of "big pants"
But I'm putting off clearing out my "kinda fat" clothes from the closet this I think is the hardest hurdle because well they are just a "little" big and "what if"? I hope to tackle them soon because I do not want any "what if's"....

Come on girlie, you are going through a rough time. We all have gone through them. It just sounds like you have a lot of them piled up at once right now.. I'm sorry to hear about your pain and your brother... I lost my brother several years back and I still miss him daily. Now is not the time to take a break especially if this is your main means of support. We all have good and bad days here and support each other. So don't feel like you are taking because I'm sure you are giving too

Well your worried about quality of life post op,
I would ask what your quality of life is now?
Listen it WILL be different yes, but for all of us that's the point, what we were doing before was not working. In a way I did this to take my free will away for awhile because I could not be trusted with food. Food, I love it, I hate it.
This will help you but you still have to make choices, like not eating at night, I still struggle with that by the way because I am a night time soothing eater...
You need to heal after surgery so that's nonnegotiable you need to follow the food stages, but once you are months out and further?
You can eat "normal" just smaller amounts, some have problems with certain foods but a lot if us further out? Nope we can eat anything.

But really it's about what kind of policy your employer decides on not the insurance company.
A prime example is all of us here that have BCBS
Some wait 3 months some six some like me have no waiting and some are not covered at all!
I think at the end of the day we are all lucky to have this opportunity whether you had to wait 6 months or go to Mexico to get it done

Don't you love being able to walk away from something not because it didn't fit but because meh... It's ok but not great..
When I was morbidly obese it was about IF I found something that fit, I bought it