Camochick

5'8" , 286 lbs. Size 22 pants, 2x tops. Had VSG January 2nd and am down 23 lbs. Haven't bought new stuff yet, but everything is baggy!

I was sleeved on January 2nd. Starting weight was 286 and I'm down to 263. I'm 5'8". The first two days were tough. I was nauseated and hungry as hell. I was starting to regret it. A week out, I mourned food....literally. I was so depressed. It rained for two weeks straight, I couldn't go outside and I couldn't eat my beloved food. I was like a junkie detoxing. I was depressed and couldn't run to food for comfort. Gradually, the weight started coming off and I was no longer short of breath while walking or putting on shoes. My energy levels improved. My clothes were looser. I chew my food better, and I just need to slow my eating down. Today, I broke into a run chasing my daughter through the house : she said "momma! Do you realize that you actually RAN??!!" There was no breathlessness, either! These small victories are wonderful and make me plug on. It hasn't been easy but I would do it again. I have less pain in my weight-bearing joints, too. Every day I enjoy a new little victory. As hard as it was at first, I'd do it again tomorrow!

I was sleeved on January 2nd. Starting weight was 286 and I'm down to 263. I'm 5'8". The first two days were tough. I was nauseated and hungry as hell. I was starting to regret it. A week out, I mourned food....literally. I was so depressed. It rained for two weeks straight, I couldn't go outside and I couldn't eat my beloved food. I was like a junkie detoxing. I was depressed and couldn't run to food for comfort. Gradually, the weight started coming off and I was no longer short of breath while walking or putting on shoes. My energy levels improved. My clothes were looser. I chew my food better, and I just need to slow my eating down. Today, I broke into a run chasing my daughter through the house : she said "momma! Do you realize that you actually RAN??!!" There was no breathlessness, either! These small victories are wonderful and make me plug on. It hasn't been easy but I would do it again. I have less pain in my weight-bearing joints, too. Every day I enjoy a new little victory. As hard as it was at first, I'd do it again tomorrow!

Hey! I lived in prairieville up until 5/2011. I worked @ Digestive Health on Jefferson in the endoscopy department. I'm back up here in Monroe now and was sleeved @ P&S Surgical Hospital on Jan 2nd. I have to make a trip down to BR soon ; having said that, I'll be going to stock up @ Whole Foods and passing by the king cakes ...mercy! And I want a raspberry king cake from Matherne's sooo bad! Not just because of sleeve but because I'm way up here now! BTW I've lost 23 lbs so far...and I have a house for sale in Prairieville! LOL!

I swear we have a damn King Cake in the break room every day now! It's right outside my office and it's taunting me...

I was sleeved on 1/8 and I am down 14 pounds, however I did not have a pre-op diet and I am dying to eat something!!

Wow, where do I start:
1) Having difficulty putting on my socks every day.
2) Trying to bend over to cut my toe nails
3) Being afraid that the chair I was sitting in would break
4) Not being able to fit in any of the stadium seating
5) An the final last straw - flying in a plane and the seat belt didn't fit and getting humiliated by the flight attendant in front of my family, sister, niece, and almost every passenger on the plane when she basically yelled at me and did so in a voice loud enough that pretty much everyone on the plane was aware.

I had several but outside of high blood pressure, knee problems on and on...the "final" was...my husband said he wanted me around with him in retirement. Our daughter had the band and lost 70 lbs, it was the first time he was open to surgery as an option, and I was no longer afraid. He was tired of seeing me lose weight only to regain year after year and my struggles with hurt and failure.
Someone said to me "How many morbidly obese senior citizens do you see?"

Hi Im an Aussie one of the reason for me is when the family went to Ayers Rock there was alot of walking and we were going to this beautiful place called Standley Chasmen and what happened I fell over my hubby couldnt get me up and this other men help so I had to go back to the bus even getting on the bus was hard.
I missed out on a beautiful site.
Julie

For me, it was the family vacation pictures from this years trip to the Smoky Mtns. We rented a pontoon boat pulling a tube. The pictures made me look like I was just huge, and in reality I was/am
We also went whitewater rafting twice, and those pictures proved to me that I was the biggest person on the river. I got home from the trip and weighed in on my bathroom scale and it said I was 338lbs. The next week, I was at a customer location and I stepped on the freight scale and it said 372lbs. I knew then that my scale at home had maxd out.....and that I had to do something.
I had VSG on Aug 20, 2012

Having the capillaries in my legs burst while on vacation to Disney World with my family. I was in pain nonstop, on what was an otherwise amazing trip. I'll be half the person I was before I get back to see the mouse!

When I got to the point when I couldn't put on socks..... had someone do that for me .... took me an hour to try to cut my toe nails, after struggling, huffing & puffing, couldn't play with my two girls or take them out for a walk..... standing up for more then 2 minutes was a pain... and one month before my surgery when I had an almost stroke, couldn't breath right and my feet were so swollen they looked like something out of a horror movie....

Mine was a BMI 44 and getting diagnosed with hyperglycemia, severe sleep apnea, fatty liver and cholesterol almost equal to my weight 298 weight was 317 all at once. Time for change

I injured my knee last year causing my to gain 40+ lbs (possibly more- I don't know my heighest weight) I had always been very mobile and active for someone mg size (300+) and after that I felt truly helpless and immobile. It was the worst feeling ever. My knee is still kind of messed up and I know weight loss will help. Honestly I feel like I've 'outgrown' this city- NYC it's just NOT a good place to be fat in. There is so much walking, stairs, turnstyles- it's almost impossible to be far here and live okay- at least THIS fat. I want my life back, that's what I realized and that's my main motivation for surgery- to live a normal life here.

mine was not being able to have the energy to do anything with my family. I was just sleeping my days away. problem fixed!

Don't really have a "final" straw. More a series of events in my life. When i was 17, my mother took my friends and I to six flags. I was able to fit on most rides, but one ride i got in the seat and couldnt buckle the overhead harness. It took 3 workers to get me in the seat. Two of the workers pushed on the overhead thingy while the 3rd worker buckled me in. I held the ride up for a few min. Pretty embarassing moment. But I was 17, i brushed it off and laughed about it. Since that day I have yet to attempt to go on any rides. Now that I have a 5 month old daughter, I would love to take her on roller coasters/rides, when old enough. I pretty much wanna be able to run around the yard with her and not be in pain(4 herniated disc) or sweating like a beast. I wanna be able to buy clothes in the mall, instead of shopping at certain stores because they have a " Big n Tall" section. I wanna be able to sit in a booth at a resturaunt with out the table in my gut. I want a healthy lifestyle for my family. My cholesterol has been creeping up. Both parents are diabetic, which im not YET. Blood pressure is still normal. I'm not on any medications. I wanna take control of this "disease" before it gets outta control. Sorry for the rant. So many other things I miss doing.

Finding out I had type 2 diabetes at 35 years old ! Talk about scary!

being depressed carrying my second child. I v had gained back everything plus some. I want a third child couldn't do in the state i was in

being turned down for life insurance.... and not being able to tie my shoes

Losing around 40 lbs. (the most I'd ever managed to lose by far) and then gaining it all back within a year or two plus another 20 lbs. (and that number kept going up) for good measure. I felt like I just couldn't do it - my whole life I've dreamt of finally conquering my weight issues and one day being a really small size (and staying there), but I finally realized that under normal circumstances, it just wasn't going to happen. In tha time period, a family acquaintance called my mother- he, his wife, and kids were all always massively obese, and they all had DS (wonder if they got a family rate?) and were all doing amazingly well. He and his wife were finally able to fly abroad (before that they would have needed 2 or maybe 3 seats) to the country we live in and that's when they gave us a call. My mother told me all about his call and suggested that I might want to look into it - till then WLS had never crossed my mind (I never thought I was heavy enough for it, and I actually wasn't really until that last weight loss + subsequent gain) but after thinking about it and researching the whole thing for quite a while, decided that this was probably the only option left for me. When the surgeon saw all my bloodwork etc. and informed me that I was in pre-diabetic stage, I knew that I had made the right choice.

Thank you for all those who responded and for those who respond later. I am so glad I found this community to talk about the pains that we all have felt at one time or another and not be judged or looked down on. Good luck to all of us on are new life and cant wait for positive stories!
Respectfully,
Joe

I weighted 242 pounds and lost down to 175... and then gained it back in less than 6 months. Stress I guess. I noticed that it was getting harder and harder to walk and then my knee started to hurt all of a sudden. Really bad.
I went to a doctor someone recommended. He did a CAT scan and said it was a bone bruise and it would get better. I went the next month and he still said the same thing even though it wasn't getting better. Finally I asked him to give me something for pain and he gave me a prescription for darvocet for one month. My friends said he wasn't doing anything for me and I should go to another doctor. I went to another doctor who acted like I was some kind of drug addict for changing doctors. But he gave me another prescription for darvocet. A few days later I forgot to take the darvocet and went to work and couldn't get up from my chair to go to the bathroom. I called my doctor and he was on vacation. I went to his backup doctor who actually diagnosed my arthritis but gave me arthritis medicine, how about that, a brace and a steroid shot. He told me if I didn't lose weight I would need knee replacement surgery in 5 years.
Now, I had a doctor recommend WLS for me years before. But that was when most of the people you heard about getting WLS were over 300 lbs and I only weighed about 220. But now smaller people were getting it and I was facing a choice of knee replacement surgery or WLS. And then the wife of a friend of mine had gastric bypass surgery and lost 170 pounds. My friend kept at
me to get it before it was too late.
Then in April of last year, I met my beautiful new granddaughter Desiray. And I want to take her to the park and the beach - museums and festivals. Bike riding and swimming. And I want to move to Central America when I retire and be another grandma doing zip lines in Costa Rica with my granddaughter.
Plus, the process has gotten me diagnosed with Type II Diabetes, sleep Apnea and something called Hypertension-Related Heart Disease, without Heart Failure

Finding out that I'm bigger than my mother and that I was at risk for diabetes

I walked by a mirror in a store and didn't recognize myself. It wasn't me I didn't look that big. Anyway I did some research for about a week around the end of July and had my surgery August 9th in Mexico.

I woke up one morning and realized my life wasn't going anyway. My boyfriend/ child's father started cheating and had no interest in me anymore. Co workers suggesting better eating habits for me as if they were my mate. I've learned to avoid shopping with friends and family because I hate what I look like in dressing room mirrors. I'm ready to live and stop living in a shell like a turtle.