Mousesmom

Let me say this up front. This is all about me and my lack of will power. Therapy is not an option until after the first of the year. I have been so bad lately. We have had a manager move on and got a new one. She's great, friendly, supportive and will be good for our office. But...both managers have candy bowls. They are much too available to me. All day I watch co-workers go and get candy bars, peanut butter cups, etc... I have fallen back to the same habit. It sucks! I suck. It was way to easy to slide back here again. I did ask if the candy bowl could leave too, but was out voted. I am thinking about asking to move cubicles. I hate to leave the one I am in. Its by a window and a door. It is so rare that they can spark issues when one comes open. And no I couldn't get it back later. So...self preservation and candy bowl avoidance by moving inland away from the natural light and premium spot. But get back to weight loss mode. Or stay and continue to struggle with this problem. I can't stand that I have to consider this because I can't control myself. Any thoughts? This sucks!

70lbs. 57 since surgery.

I was not self pay. I have no idea if insurance will pick it up if you were originally self pay.

Oregon Pronounced Ory-gun.

Today was my 6 month follow up with my surgeon. I have lost 55% of my excess weight. According to him, the average loss at 6 months is 40%. My starting weight was 262. Surgery day was 249. Today I weighed in at 194 on my scale. 196 on his. I liked mine better. He also noted in my medical file the redness and itching under my breasts and pannis. He said if he puts it in my file, any excess skin removal would probably be paid for by my insurance as medically necessary. YAY!!! I walk 2-3 miles per day and can eat anything without issue( not that I do). I do have an occasional treat, and HORRORS!!!, have had soda a couple of times. This is my journey and its a life long one. Its been amazing so far. Please don't bother to comment if what you want to say is negative. Don't want it or need it :-)

I hope this works... The first was taken 4 years ago at Multnomah Falls. I was probably 15-20lbs from my heaviest of 262. The second is from yesterday holding my 6week old grandson. I weighed in yesterday morning at 193 [ATTACH]18372[/ATTACH] Down 69 lbs.

Ok. The elephant weenie loss is mine,lol. Oh, and a pineapple. Yay!!!

Voodoo doughnuts in Portland makes a bunch of different kinds. Maple bacon, Captain Crunch, some that mimic body parts, and Fruit Loop covered....doughnuts.

Mmm. I just like doughnuts.

Boston Cream or cake with sprinkles?

Let me first say I dont think of myself as a mean person. But, maybe I should rethink that. We have a lady at work that I have always been friendly with. She hasnt been someone I would hang out with after work, but at work, when I used to smoke we would go out together, talk about our kids, etc.. She has always acted like the "perfect" 1950's sitcom mom. Even though she smokes like a stevadore, drinks like a fish, has a really bad dye job and a REALLY deep voice. Its been a contrast I struggled with. I felt she was fake. I became really sick, gall bladder, 16 months ago. One morning I decided smoking tasted bad and made me sick. I threw away the pack and that was it. No craving, no withdrawl. I figure my body was too sick to bother. That seem to bother her. It was always the little comments, but I let them go. When I first decided to see my doc about VSG, I was lucky to have a friend (real one) who was in the process. We discovered we both were thinking about it when we started walking at lunch.. She actually was just a month away from surgery. Again, this seem to bother this lady. After I was sleeved, the comments became about her being the "fat" friend. Why didnt we tell her sooner,how she was going to talk to her doc and get a sleeve. I explained she probably wouldnt qualify, at 5'9" and about 175. Boy was she upset. The comments got thicker and she has acted more and more the martyr. UGH!!! About 3 months ago I noticed she was putting on alot of weight. Probably about 50 lbs so far. It was then I was done. I cant even have a conversation with her anymore. She plays the "poor little me" and I just want to ***ch slap her. I did this for my health. I had uncontrolled high BP, I will need knees replaced due to genetics and have to be ubder 200, borderline diabetic and neropathy in my feet and legs. I cant fathom putting on 75 lbs so you can be like "insert any name". I just dont gave patience anymore for these games. I want to be active, be around active and happy people. Has anyone else moved on from former friends due to lack of patience?