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Onederland what a great name for it! I'm 5 lbs away. (5 months post surgery ) I'm not sure what I'll do when I hit it. Naked dancing in the street is a possibility!

Thank you Tiki for the Onderland reference. I hit it this morning. I reset the scale 3 times and even reinstalled the batteries to make sure. 5 months, 8 days and 33 hours after surgery. ( not that I'm counting)
There was a naked dance - I decided to spare the neighbors.

Onederland what a great name for it! I'm 5 lbs away. (5 months post surgery ) I'm not sure what I'll do when I hit it. Naked dancing in the street is a possibility!

Onederland what a great name for it! I'm 5 lbs away. (5 months post surgery ) I'm not sure what I'll do when I hit it. Naked dancing in the street is a possibility!

I'm 5 months out and 60 lbs down. I've had several "stalls". I'll loose 3 lbs in a week and then nothing for two weeks. As long as it isn't going up I'm a happy camper. It took me 10 years to gain 115lbs. If it takes me a year or two to loose it. I'm ahead of schedule.
It's a scalpel, not a magic wand.

I'm 5 months out and 60 lbs down. I've had several "stalls". I'll loose 3 lbs in a week and then nothing for two weeks. As long as it isn't going up I'm a happy camper. It took me 10 years to gain 115lbs. If it takes me a year or two to loose it. I'm ahead of schedule.
It's a scalpel, not a magic wand.

My partner and I were meeting a friend at Starbucks. Busy busy Saturday... We parked, and there's a swarm of Girl Scouts with their Cookies, and we're both like, "oh crap. But cookies are SO GOOD...."
"Okay, here's what we do," I decided. "One box of thin mints. We each have two cookies, and we give the rest to people at Starbucks." It was a good plan. Plus, spread the love, right?
We got in there, get in the long line, crack that box open, split a tube open, and I'm enjoying my FIRST COOKIE. And I'm offering the open tube to people, "save me from eating these! Yes have some! I sure don't need them... Here have another!"
AND IN WALKS MY SURGEON. Yes, there I am, three weeks post-sleeve, with a half-tube of thin mints in my hand, licking the crumbs out of my teeth....(I only ate one but now it looked like I'd eaten 10).... He's like "oh Emily! Hi!"
I just LOL'd and hugged him and said, "oh my god and HERE'S MY BARIATRIC SURGEON, catching me with Girl Scout cookies!!" All I could do was laugh harder. I told him "I swear I only had one and see? Those two on the table? One for me one for him... We made a deal to give them away, I'm giving them to other people!! Oh god I'm mortified!! Hahaha!!"
He said, "I'll forgive you just this once..." And I'm all *shame*!!
Our friend was like, "of all the things that could have happened, I would NOT have bet on that one..."
So!! If you're tempted, just imagine your surgeon walking in and catching you red-handed.... Because it could happen!!! LOL

One more thing...I feel like a turkey plumped up with salt water...could barely get my shoes on when leaving the hospital...I feel like the good year blimp.