vinesqueen

well, maybe you need to up your calories just a tiny bit. Have you been watching the tape measure? You body could be saying "TIME OUT!!!!! I have to re-assess what we've done!"

how long have you been banded, and what is your protien like? How long have you been loosing your hair? We need more information. If your doc says not to worry, then get a second doc's opionion, and/or don't worry

I did have hair loss after surgery, but it was from the trama of the surgery, not lack of Protein. I've been banded for just less than 5 months. and I don't use Protein drinks except for the rare occasion, or when I travel. My hair is great and my nails have never been better!

nope, you are the only one. Sorry.

Everything everyone just said.

Welcome to Bandlandia!

I used the choices thing as well, and my son had ADHD on top of being an only child. I think it really worked well for us. Quit comparing your journey with others!

Sending waves of white light.

not the end of the world, or the end of your band. go stand in the corner for 5 minutes. Okay, seriously, you really need to give your band time to heal. Some docs say that anything that can go through a straw is fine, others are more strict. Please follow the directions of your doc.

I gave up my asthma habbit! I can run for the bus without thinking about it! I accepted a full ride scholarship, worth about $40K I am teaching myself to draw.

I have a pilaties video in Idaho... I have a dog. But he's so old he taking him for a hobble isn't much of an excersize activity...

Kimberlilly, do you really think they are really well behaved all the time? (falls over laughing)

Well. I'm not the mom of a little kid---I'm the mom of a big kid. My Spudboy is 18. I don't think there is a darn thing you can do to change their core personality, or if there is, then I'm not so sure I would want to do it. My son is sweet, respectful, and kind, but he's lazy and not driven. Talk about messy, and yes, he forgets to take out the garbage and practices work avoidance when it comes to house work. But he will give someone the shirt off his back or sit with them through a crisis, holding their hand and making them feel safe. What sort of person do you want to have him grow up to be? I think it has to do with picking your battles. How much control do you really think you need? I let my son pick out everything he was going to wear the next day. Of course, I got veto power if the color or pattern combination hurt my teeth. Bedtime was 7:30 everynight at your son's age, but the only rule was that he had to be in his room and quiet. No TV in his room, only books and quiet toys. If he didn't want to eat what I cooked, he didn't eat. of course, he always had the option of having a Peanut Butter sandwich and milk, I would never dream of using food to punish. No fuss, no muss. The only think I took a hard stand was that we always treated each other with kindness and understanding. No one is ever permitted to "trash talk" anyone body in my house. Ever. No violence, no agression. You said you asked him to clean his room and he did a sort of half way job. Okay, sounds about right for a 6 year old kid. You need to tell kids how to do the things you want done. You have to show them. Again, and again and again again. What do you consider a success? And why?

Kelly, I believe these are all complications from her RNY. Well, except the breast cancer. In the beginning of her blog she is so vibrant and full of hope and life. I could feel her joy and excitment when the pounds started to melt away. But then it just went ... wrong. Terribly and tragically wrong. Here is a vibrant young woman who is so desperate to loose weight... I cry everytime I read her blog. Every single time. Such a sad, sad story.

Jodie, you will only find what you look for. If you only look at the glass being half empty, you will only see what you don't have. Everybody has a hard life. Everybody. But by that same token, everybody has an easy life. Everybody. I firmly believe that before we are born we agree that we have certian life lessons to learn. Some of us pick easy lessons, some pick harder lessons. Personally, I picked some very, very tough lessons to learn. Sounds like you picked some difficult lessons too. Statistics don't prove anything. I can take numbers and make them appear to say that people born with blue eyes will perfer Cookies over ice cream, but it's meaningless. Grades are meaningless. Your weight is meaningless, as is mine. You want to experience some real discrimination based on your weight? Try hanging out with someone who weighs 600 pounds. or 400 pounds. As for me, the glass is not half empty nor half full. The glass is the wrong size.

It's pretty funny. Well funny in an interesting way. I decided 20 years ago that I would accept whatever size I was. I've been able to maintain this for most of my life, this acceptance of the imperfect me. I have gotten to the point in my life where I'm not satisified though. I'm less than 5 months banded and find my dis-satisfaction growing. I find myself full of anger, not sure why.

You will need to get into the habbit of reminding your docs of your pill issues. If I forget while i'm at the docs I always check the size of the pills before I leave the pharmacy. If it is too big then talk to your pharmasist to see if they can help. They can always call the doc and get the precritpion changed.

Corgi, you beat me to the question! Yes please, why are you getting a revision, did you have a slip? Oh, and you have done amazing work. Your before and after pix amaze me...

You are still getting a lot of the fat and calories when you chew the heck out of something. I will do this with meat sometime. I will pop it into my mouth and then start chewing. If I discover that the meat is just not gonna go down, ie dry, grisly, stringy, I chew the heck out of it to get the flavor, but then I discretely spit it out into my napkin as per Emily Post. I just don't want to get something stuck. and Meat will get stuck on me.

Welcome to Bandlandia! yes, it gets better, so no worries. (oh, and to fix you ticker, go back to the ticker site, create your ticker, but use the CENTER bit of code, not the HTML code.)

I'm kind of like that, except the scale hardly ever moves for me. I dread the scales and I hate what I let them do to me and my head. I don't own a set of scales, nor will I buy a set. I would become obsessed with getting on them. Once I get back to school I will have access to scales in the gym, and it will be hard to reisist them. Of course, that gym also has the equipment I want to use, and excersize classes...

Welcome Butch. Gosh, your story sound awfly familier. My DH has been banded for 2 years now, and he too started at 600 pounds. And yes, he is currently at around 400, just not willing to cross over into Tripoli.... It really is about the mind and issues about being smaller. He's currently smaller than than he has been probably his entire adult life. And yes, he's dealing with the apron thing, but not quite as sever as yours it sounds like. Anyway, I wanted to say welcome, and that you are not alone.

lately, I've been a real slacker. But it's hard to be motivated to do much when you are taking percocet. Once I get back to school I will have access to a gym and ... stuff. Right now I walk aobut 8 blocks a day 5 days a week

how funny-- I've gotten stuck WAY more often on chicken than anything else. Congrats on the BMI too! Woot!

I think it is just as important for those of us who don't have a thiner picture to find one. Or rather, make one up. I made Kathy take down her "fat" pix from her fridge. Just seeing that fat pix reinforces the fat mind-image. The only pix I had of me for the longest time was a horrible pix my parents took of me. I was in a bathing suit and they made me stick my belly out as far as I possibly could so I would look as fat as possible. I belive the theory was so that I would be so disgusted with my self I would be forced to change my behaviors. But if the only way we see ourselves is in a horrible fat picture, how can we see ourselves any other way? I think I we don't have a real picture, we need to find one of someone who we "think" we would like to look like. Take that pix and morph our head onto that body. I've been really struggling lately with my self image. Okay, I've been struggling with it most of my entire life.