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I sure wish I could just walk away from my mother. Just walk away. Never look back, but I can't. This is more about the principle of the thing, not that I'm greedy. It may read that way, but oh well. I fully expect my mother to spend every cent she has, but that's her right. Like I said, it's the principle of the thing. My mother has re-done her will. Both brothers get a trust fund. Both brothers are long time losers. Both sisters get trust funds and get to split my mother's jewlery. I get nothing. She informed me that I've been cut out of the will because "I don't need anything." No, "I want you to have this for sentimental reasons." No "I'm proud of what you've accomplished." My mother's had dozens of operations, and I've been at her side for ever one. I've sat the vigiles, I've made sure she had everything she needed at the hospitals, bla bla bla. Brothers & younger sister? never anywhere to be found. I really shoudn't be surprised I suppose. I did take legal action against them in the 70's to make them stop hitting us, to make them buy us food. I guess I get my fair come-upance. Sometimes I wish I could have thrown her down the stairs just once, like she did to me. Simetimes I wish I could hit her hard enough to make her bleed from the welts. Why can't I just get say good-bye to this mean old woman and just walk away? Why do I keep hurting myself with her? Somedays it really sucks to be me.

I have no idea how it was treated in surgery. I figure the sleepy-time doc knows what they are doing. While I was out, they took my CPAP machine away and gave it a once over. I had visions of the way they took care of the Tinman in Wiz of OZ... I stayed over night, and used my machine. I dont' need it any more, unless I have a really stuffy nose... And then it is damn near impossible to use becaue I have a stuffy nose.

One of Spudboys' friends draws in this style and she did one of him. I'm sooo jealous!

Mari! Get busy and draw more!!!!! Wow!

Wow Mercedes, if she is insanely jealous and will get angry, is she really your friend? Real friends support you, no matter what. Sure, we may give you our unsolicited advice from time to time, and we really might not like your new honey, but we will hold our tounges, but be there to help pick up the pieces. ... One of my great good friends is having the RNY. I sooo disagree with his choice (obviously, my choice is the only good and approprate choice, right???), but I will never, ever tell him he made a mistake, or that I think he made a mistake. I will always stand by him. I used to have "friends" who were only available when they wanted/needed something. I decided to let them go when I started on my journey. A fast way to loose 200 pounds though! I think people make those sorts of comments because they just want to be helpful. People, by our very nature, are very helpful. Even if we don't have any real information, we are always right there with a good suggestion. the Cardio doc my DH had to see pre-band said "have you just considered cutting out sweets?" good advice, but how far will that go for a 600 pound fat man???

No fair! Post those Shuttle pix!

Bellingham is such a great town! DH wants to retire to Sequim (pronounced "squim") , but I would pick B'ham! Yes, Sequim is a real place, and it is where we spent our honeymoon. Poetic, in a squidgy sort of way... http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?searchtype=address&country=US&addtohistory=&location=vokFHlaHnxthiLr32bZzFNVghPzovG3cOAhS8XBXFUE65AelcSYgXgwpbYPt9RLeH%2bj0EOoVJh0RCMdIjGF%2fkhz1Pia55%2bRf

Right! Welding caps so they don't burn their hair! Of course! One of those Doh moments. Welding is a lot of fun, if not a bit intimidating at first.

sorry to hear about your mom. My mom had that, and while at the time it was freaky, all is well. (Calcium deposits in her heart... Her heart really was turning to stone! Talk about being hard hearted! (see the thread about cirus freak families if you don't understan...)) To heck with the house work. Your son wont' remember scrubbed floors, he will remember the fun stuff. the time you spend tickling him, playing with him. Time not wasted... Bubbles! Yeah, that's it! Bubbles! When Spudboy was that age I would make up bubble soap by the 5 gallon bucket (Regular Dawn detergent with just a bit of glycerin makes the VERY best bubble solution.) Everything can be used to make a bubble wand too. You can even use your hands for wands. those green plastic tomato/berry baskets are amazing too... As far as I know, teenagers are still around. I dont' think we've managed to do away with them entirely... find one to baby sit for you.

Yup, room painting is a great time consumer! Of course, I love to paint rooms, love everything except the prep part. Oh, just a hint, TSP will eat your acrylic nails, so use gloves. pack for your trip, then unpack and remove half the things you think will need. (I always overpack for everything...) Pick up a new hobbie. Sort your clothes by size, if you haven't done that already. You will soon be able to let your "fat" clothes go. You will soon need to find your "skinny" clothes you haven't worn in years. This one I consider very important. Write yourself a very long letter. Examine why you are doing this, examine what head issues you have. Write what you are going through right now, what your day is like, huffing and puffing, difficulty doing things. Stuff like needing seatbelt extenders when you fly. Write all these things down so that you will know how far you have come on your journey. Give yourself sign posts, mile markers. Take a before picture!!!

I don't know if I can get you excited about the band or not. This is not for everyone. It really isn't. The week before my surgery I was a wreck! A real basket case. I thought for sure that I was going to wear a hole in my carpet. Thank the Gods for tranquilizers! I only have one regret about getting the Band. Just one. My regret is that I didn't do this sooner. This is by far the best thing I've done for me. And it was just for me. Not for my family, it was just for me. I was facing resperatory failure. The biggest thing I've noticed is that my asthma is completely under control for the first time in probably 5 years. This Christmas break I spent a long time in the hosptial. Days before my band surgery, they had to call 911 during class. I couldn't even make it to the parking lot under my own power for someone to drive me the .3 miles to the ER. I was on steroids, masive ammounts of the inhalers, and extra nubulizers. I was banded in Mid-March. I find that I dont' even bring my inhaler with me all the time anymore. I've lost 35 pounds, give or take. I've gone from a 3X shirt to a 1X. I'm wearing clothes that I haven't fit into for 5 years or more. My son said that I am "much more lively and less cranky" since I've been banded.

No Worries Kel! And who is calling you a Stoopid anything? I'll kick their butt. Of course, you might have to spring for my airline tickets... I don't know if it is about being blase. Maybe I'm just increadibly comfortable in my skin and in my body, fat or not. The light stays on. But I know that lies make me feel dirty and shamefull.

Yey! Welcome to Bandlandia!

Bumping for margo

Aha! Mushies! okay, let me bump a few threads.

Sorry Margo, but I have no idea what you mean by "mechanical soft." Can you elaborate?

I know what you mean. I have been feeling really good... down to a 1X shirt, and I was actually able to put on a pair of size 18s! woot, but then I went to the doc's yesterday and now feel worthless because their scale said I gained 3 pounds. I cried all the way home. I hate the scale. hate it hate it hate it

You are so funny Trish! Congrats on the NSV! and as an added bonus, the happy dance counts as excersize!

I know Darcey, why would anyone ever have anything less? The lady at the JFK airport just about had a panic attack when I order a quad. When we were at Disneyland, the poor little proto-barista looked at me with her innocent brown eyes and told me that ooh, she didn't think she could do that, that much coffee was more than anyone could handle. I think she wanted me to sign a waiver...

So Lisa, I'm guessing a war hammer is out of the question for you???

I don't know why you were told no food. Some doctors are very conservative, others are not. When I had my fill I was advised "maybe soup for dinner." I want to say other than that, no restrictions, but isn't that the point of a fill?

Well, my DH is a success so far. He started out at 600 pounds and he's within spitting distance of the 300s. He's yet to break out of the 400 pounds, but he's sooo close. Have you tried Water aerobics? Pilaties is good too.

me too. Well, actally I've been thinking about the 3 of you.. Vera, Kelly and Estella! Here's hoping that every day, in every way, things are getting better and better!

oh yeah? well I didn't threaten to faint, not my style. I'm more a crybaby myself. My ears were full of tears...

Hahah, I was in NY last week, and I ordered my usual-- grande quad shot americano with cinnamon and room. I could see the panic in their eyes.. 4 shots of espresso!!! oh the humanity! I told them it was okay, that I was from Seattle, and they should just be glad I didn't order a warhammer... (6 shots) that sort of boggled them for a while, then the guy said he wanted to be from Seattle....