MCM13

Oddly, Whitney hadn't posted since March, coexist hadn't posted since 10/2013 and the last poster just joined. Seems like the troops were called in! I gave no claim in this game as I didn't have surgery in MX and am not friends with anyone in this thread, just pointing out a coinky-dink just as Janey was.
If anything, this thread has certainly increased membership and encouraged resurrection of members from long ago.

If you don't agree with what Susan has posted here, by all means, state your opinion. It's 100% ok to "attack" her message, it's NOT ok to attack her personally.

Ha ha. I love how no one else has commented like it's not happening to them. (My hand is raised....for both of us). Maybe our bodies are just cleaning out all the crap food and toxins we've eaten for so many years.

Ha ha. I love how no one else has commented like it's not happening to them. (My hand is raised....for both of us). Maybe our bodies are just cleaning out all the crap food and toxins we've eaten for so many years.

Hot momma. You look Fabulous!!!!

The only problem with this element (apart from all the bruising - and lord, I am still sore), is that I'm finding it very odd to be 'knocked down' - by anything.
When I was 250lbs plus, there wasn't a CAT 5 hurricane which could have knocked me over.
These days, I'm like 'whoop! There she goes!'.

So, after having a lovely afternoon with a fabulous friend, who had managed to rationalise and put into perspective a work problem I've been enduring since 2008. To Celebrate, as I finally felt free of this burden, I decided to drag my man out for an evenings entertainment.
We went and had a few drinkies and then decided to go dancing at the local 80's nightclub. I love 80's music, me.
So, the club was jumping and I, was having a wonderful time bopping around. My man doesn't like to dance, so he stood on the sidelines - effectively on guard!
Apart from the fact two drunk males who had decided to use the dance floor as a race track and knocked me flying, which resulted in a considerably bruised hip bone today and a fiance who wanted to literally kill these two youths; something very nice happened.
We'd been standing near a group of more mature Polish males, who were a jolly nice bunch. Who, too, were bopping around and having a good time. One of them asked of my man 'is that your wife?' to which he replied 'yes, sir'. The Polish blokes all said 'You are a very very lucky man'. He replied 'I know'. <raises an eyebrow at how men can be sometimes!>
A bit later, a, well, how would you refer to him as? A bit of a geeky looking/studious male, approached me whilst dancing. Nervously he said 'I am really sorry to disturb you. I am with a group of blokes who think you are gorgeous. We've been talking about it and they reckon that I would never be able to approach someone like you. (Someone like you?!!!) Would you mind if I just stood here for a bit, because I want to prove them wrong.'
Feeling taken aback, I replied 'Aww, thank you! But of course! In fact I can go one better than that. Would you like to dance with me?' His young bespectacled face lit up as I grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. (My man didn't mind as he clearly didn't feel threatened by it). This young lad's mates were left open-mouthed at the bar and I got such an effusive 'thank you!' when our dance was concluded.
Towards the end of the night, as the Polish men were leaving, one of them approached me to say goodbye. With his thick accent and courteous demeanor, he leant forward and said 'I just want to say, your husband is one very very lucky man. You are a beautiful woman. Have a good evening.' At which point he kissed me on the cheek and left.
Now, I have been excited about inches disappearing, I have been shocked by the scale dropping, I have been bemused by all my new found bones - I have also been devastated at the Hair loss, but nothing. Nothing, compared to how last night made me feel.
I am normal again. I am a 'someone like you'. I am humbled, slightly embarrassed - but elated.
And you know what's even better? I logged my three hours of dancing on MyFitnessPal and I'd burnt up 1,293 calories! (Which more than offset the 5 pints of Guinness and the couple of vodka and red bulls I'd consumed!)
Yay, me!

2/7
Him: 283 (no change)
Me: 214.4 (-1.2)

1/31
Him: 283 (-3)
Me: 215.6 (-.6) barely creeping down.

1/24
Him: 286 (-4)
Me: 216.2 (-.4) boo hiss

1/17
Him 290 (-6lbs)
Me: 216.6 (-3.8lbs)

His:
HW:375
CW: 296
Valentines goal: 275
Mine:
HW: 278
CW: 220.4
Valentines goal: 199.9 or less

That made my heart sink, RJ. I know EXACTLY the scenario.
I used to go quiet. Feel wounded. And eat for comfort at night....
The years of wounding are making me a bit angry of late... I have to be mindful not to go too far the other way....
As attractive as litigation might be, maybe a quick 'go **** yourself' might make me feel better about things these days. Particularly if its accompanied by a flick of the hair and a flouncing away with my new, much smaller behind wearing something fabulous.
When it happens, I'll be sure to let you know how it felt x

I really don't understand why people don't cut their BS and come out and say it as it is....
'Look, can you stop losing weight?
Every time I see you, it makes me feel insecure about my own body.
It has forced me to re-evaluate my own position in our one-to-one and wider social interactions.
Frankly, I always felt better about myself in your company when you were fat. It made me feel like the more superior person. The person in control. Not, the loser round the table who can't stop filling their face.
Your weight loss is forcing me to not only look at myself physically, but look at my personality, too.
When you were fat, you were still socially accepted. This must mean that as a 'human being', you had enough of a personality to carry you amongst our peer group. That much acceptance, for you, was the only level of social accommodation I was prepared to embrace and feel comfortable with. I don't like change. You will fail. I've read it that people regain all their weight after bariatric surgery - and some, all of the time. You will fail. You have to fail. Surely?
For a big person, you dressed as best you could. We thought it cute you'd 'made an effort', but knew you were never going to turn heads or attention away from us as you were. I felt safe in that.
Now that you've lost weight, you not only have the gift of having a sparkling personality, but you've attained a higher physical status now, too. But surely you're going to look hideous naked, with all that loose skin? Surely? Arent you? Please say you are!
It must mean I'm not as good as I used to be. There has been a seismic shift in the universal cosmic order and our 'social hierachy' has been changed. I think I might now have fallen lower in those ranks. Please put your weight back on so I can go back to feeling better and more secure about myself?'
Do you know, if someone was honest enough to say any of that to me or machinations of it - I'd buy them a pint. In fact, I'd buy them 10 pints.
As it stands, we will all have to spend our time reading the subtext of the statements being uttered in our directions, feeling lost, confused, bewildered and largely hurt.
See them for what they are....
The wittering insecurities of people who really are incapable of embracing change - even for the greater good of another persons health and wellbeing - both mental and physical. These are the festering musings of individuals, muttered in hushed embittered tones, whose only real concern... is about themselves...
You know what?
Bugger them all. That's what I say
Stay strong, people. x

LOL Brilliant! The sad thing about that? You're actually not far wrong from reality.. Could have just done with a few fine red veins where the alcohol had started getting into my system!

It's all cracking until one starts crying and the other one starts spewing
Sleeve or no sleeve laura-ven can hold her tequila
Ok imma going to have to imagine your pretty eyes to go with the rest of the fabulousness I'm seeing...

Don't kill me I can't draw!

Since April, I have chucked out 24 bin bags of clothes. I did it as I went and just haven't stopped to think - if it didn't fit any more, out it went. I have dropped 6 sizes, now a UK 10/12 and for the first time in my life I have a wardrobe full of clothes that fit. None for the future, none from the past. Pretty cathartic and strangely calming lol!

What a difference a year can make - here I am at Christmas 2012 and after Christmas 2013! Thank you all for the support and for the ones who doubted when I said "I eat everything in moderation" - well - judge for yourself whether or not that taco bell taco hurt me at all LOL! I've been doing wonderful post surgery and consider my surgery a real success - ready to ring in the new year and loving my new life! 1/29 will be my official one year - Merry Christmas everyone and I encourage you all to take the journey - you won't regret it. Love to all-

Nov 28--Happy Thanksgiving everybody.
Him: 307.4 he made it to goal and then some
Me: 229.5 Barely squeaked out my goal.

Nov 28--Happy Thanksgiving everybody.
Him: 307.4 he made it to goal and then some
Me: 229.5 Barely squeaked out my goal.

Nov 28--Happy Thanksgiving everybody.
Him: 307.4 he made it to goal and then some
Me: 229.5 Barely squeaked out my goal.

I had my gastric sleeve done the end of May 2013 and it's 5 months - I've lost EIGHTY POUNDS - I'm BEYOND THRILLED - doing much better than anticipated. I can't believe how my appetite cravings have been reduced & the old cravings I had for the sugary/salt carb addictive goods I obsessed about previously have virtually disappeared! My husband can bring them in the house & I have NO interest in them. And what with the inherent Portion Control - what a blessing; I never experienced that before & always felt hungry on all those old diets I tried. Prior to the surgery, I was TIRED ALL THE TIME, I would conk out generally in the afternoon & have to take a long nap just to survive.....now I have all kinds of energy.....carrying all that extra weight is a drain. I just LOVE-LOVE-LOVE the sleeve. My only worry is that I might stretch it out & gain weight back. I plan to continue to maintain my food diaries (fitnesspal.com) to keep me on track...I find that really helps me. So yeah my journey has been unforeseeably exciting & rewarding for me & my family!