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Food coma!! Globe I'm in one now... I ate stuffing pumpkin pie oh and a little turkey. And washed it all down with wine. I'm glad everyone had a good thanksgiving I'm fasting today and my stomach is already screaming at me to EAT, EAT EVERYTHING Jane your pic with the boys is awesome! We went to the beach as always

Brussle sprout? Good girl! Lol my daughter took one of me eating stuffing (don't judge I make the worlds best stuffing) I'm chewing and flipping her the bird at the same time

Wow!!! You look great! 64 pounds in four months is outrageous! An yes my family was an eating machine today too... Better them than us

Ba dump bump....

I blamed my dry turkey on the cheap on sale bird my husband brought home:pI told him next year if we buy one of those expensive designer turkeys it would taste better

Like my turkey did yesterday.....

Yep my bird got killed twice... Once by the butcher and a second time by me

Thank you I know today's turkey day but don't we have any more ham's willing to post some pics

Girl that's my kind of turkey day!! We didn't get to the beach until 12pm Yes she has my body but in a size 2 and buff.. She was doing push-ups right after we ate.. You don't want to mess with that girl she will take you down even though she's short. She does cross fit and likes to kick the boys asses and she is the one to catch at her ROTC weekends... SHE DOES NOT TAKE AFTER ME IN THESE THINGS:p Her mama is a lazy slug

We had a great day! I drank a glass of wine and got a little tipsy though that's why all the big cheesy smiles My daughter does favor me..don't tell her though she hates it!! She's almost 18! And my son is 11 notice the height difference (not) How about you any turkey day pics??

Yep the best decision for sure (besides marrying my husband of course ) Two weeks?? Yay good luck to you. I'm just a year out so strap yourself in and get ready for a wild ride!

I look forward to seeing more pics!! I love non traditional thanksgivings.. I want to spend it with the people I REALLY feel thankful for.. So those pics, my husband and kids? They are what I give thanks for

Ha! Glad your days going well feed! We just got home from the beach!!! Beautiful day! I love my little family and I love the beach so it was a win win oh and yes there was food involved Shit I even had a piece of pumpkin pie

Ok all you post op sleevers! How did you spend your day?? Did you take any pics? I'm like the "selfie" queen these days But today for thanksgiving my little family unit did our traditional thanksgiving at the beach. For the last 6 years I cook everything the day before (and they all eat like piggies) then on thanksgiving proper we pack up turkey sandwiches and spend the day giving thanks at the beach Here are some of my pictures, Please show me some of yours!

I really didn't do that too much because it just added to the weight and misery before hand.. Every bit you gain is just more you need to take off.... I had one food funeral, It was ice cream. I can't even remember what flavor it was... I bought a pint and ate it. When I was done? Nothing...it didn't make me feel good or give me super powers.. It was just gone that's all. I guess what I'm saying is don't put yourself behind the eight ball more than you need too. Food will alway be there and this is not like going to the electric chair. You WILL be able to have all of those foods again (if you want to).

Ha! Best pic ever!!! LOVE the outfits!!'

Rule # 1 MOMS ARE CRAZY!!! Rule # 2 When talking on the phone with them it's always best to multitask, and just say "yep" and "ah ha" Once in a while... For instance when I talk to mine I'm usually watching "real housewives" at the same time or playing "words with friends"

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.

DS is a good procedure.... As it was designed to be the second part of the sleeve for higher bmi's.. But how's your diet? I know as we get further out we (me included) get a little lax.. Before I went into another surgery I would try to really streamline your diet to dense protein and veg. Really detoxing from any processed carbs. To see if that can jump start the weight lose again

5:2 plan is an intermittent fasting plan.. Eating "normal" 5 days a week then on two given days eating no more than 500 calories in an eight hour window to allow a rest (fasting) period of at least 12 hours between meals.... This is a good plan for those of us that are in maintenance. Or very close to goal. As it helps us lose those last couple of pounds..

Ok I feel lazy Looking good my friend!!

Oh and ensure and other "complete nutrition" shakes are meal replacement shakes we don't need that, we need protein supplementation..

I've never tried them but 9 grams of protein? Doesn't seem worth it... And what kind of protein? At least premiers have whey protein.

Did all my cooking yesterday!!! HAHAHAHAHA !!! Now we are sitting around in our jammies drinking coffee and then we will pack turkey sandwiches and go the the beach I love thanksgiving!!!!! Happy turkey day to all!