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I went on a eating tour of Chicago before I started my liquid diet. I had and enjoyed everything I could but I also analyzed what I ate and why I ate it and learned quite a bit. I enjoyed the pizza and Italian beef sandwiches but I admit I was over consuming. The thing is I never really abused those on a regular basis, those were every now and then choices. When I did my last McDonald's meal I had quite a revelation, fast food is crap I shove in my mouth because it's easy. It's easy to get away for lunch and spend time mindlessly eating during the short time I have. When I sat and really thought about the quarter pounder, fries, coke and apple pie, nothing really had any taste other than the salt from the fries. I was glad I went through that process because it made the 2 week liquid diet that much easier.

I went on a eating tour of Chicago before I started my liquid diet. I had and enjoyed everything I could but I also analyzed what I ate and why I ate it and learned quite a bit. I enjoyed the pizza and Italian beef sandwiches but I admit I was over consuming. The thing is I never really abused those on a regular basis, those were every now and then choices. When I did my last McDonald's meal I had quite a revelation, fast food is crap I shove in my mouth because it's easy. It's easy to get away for lunch and spend time mindlessly eating during the short time I have. When I sat and really thought about the quarter pounder, fries, coke and apple pie, nothing really had any taste other than the salt from the fries. I was glad I went through that process because it made the 2 week liquid diet that much easier.

I'm a CPA and 200.5 is close enough, call it a rounding error and be done with it.

I'm a CPA and 200.5 is close enough, call it a rounding error and be done with it.

I'm a CPA and 200.5 is close enough, call it a rounding error and be done with it.

As a 9 time marathon finisher, pre-superfat and surgery obviously, I find that long-distance running is nothing but a mental game (barring any actual physical injury). It is not easy but anyone can run and run far. You don't have to be at the front of the pack and your goal shouldn't be to win but to finish and have fun. My best marathon time was Chicago in 5:07:04 and my worse was probably my last which was Los Angles which took over 7 hours to get through but I finished. I hope to start running again real soon, maybe not this upcoming running season that starts this month but perhaps next year.

As a 9 time marathon finisher, pre-superfat and surgery obviously, I find that long-distance running is nothing but a mental game (barring any actual physical injury). It is not easy but anyone can run and run far. You don't have to be at the front of the pack and your goal shouldn't be to win but to finish and have fun. My best marathon time was Chicago in 5:07:04 and my worse was probably my last which was Los Angles which took over 7 hours to get through but I finished. I hope to start running again real soon, maybe not this upcoming running season that starts this month but perhaps next year.

I'm a CPA and 200.5 is close enough, call it a rounding error and be done with it.

It's day 7 for me and it's rough but it will get better. I keep having pains in my stomach but I think it is more gas and indigestion rather than hunger. I have been eating cream of chicken Soup that I have run through my mini-blender and am trying to cram in as much Protein of any kind when I can and that is suppose to curb any hunger. Also what I remember the doctors and reading told me that they cut out the part of the stomach that generates a hunger hormone. You can do it. Good luck.

A week ago I was just getting my bearings on what I had just gone through. I asked myself, "Did I just agree to have 2/3 of my stomach removed, who does that?" The pain last week was pretty unbearable and I think the worst part was them making you try to cough to open up your lungs. Don't these nurses know I was just stabbed 6 times in the stomach, the last thing I want to do is cough.
The week has been going well. I have been home since Sunday afternoon and I am getting used to this new lifestyle. Beforehand I was under the impression I could just pick up and go back to work on Tuesday. I figured a 4-day weekend was plenty of time to recover from major surgery. I'm a little dumb. On Tuesday the alarm went off and I couldn't move. I could reach for my phone and pecked a short message to my boss saying I might not make it today. She may have thought I might not come into work but I honestly felt I just wasn't going to make it, period. I went through the day trying to figure out the best ways to maneuver my body to minimize the agony of recovery. Wednesday was much better than Tuesday but I still called off just in case.
I talked to my boss earlier in the week and told her that I should be ready to go in order to pull reports and crunch numbers on Thursday in anticipation of a Monday morning deadline. I told myself this was it, I have had 5 days off, get back to work. Did I mention I am a little dumb. On Thursday morning I logged onto my computer and started to catch up on what I had missed over the past week. I got a call from my boss checking to see how I was doing. After a few minutes of talking she stopped me and told me to listen. She wasn't convinced I sounded in the right mind to get back to work. I had told her previously that the doctor's office recommended 4 - 6 weeks off from work in order to properly recover. In an email right before "stomach surgery" (I did not tell her what the actual surgery was) I told her that the doctor had recommended 4 weeks and I told the doctor he's crazy. She wisely read between the lines of that earlier email and told me I should seriously take the time I need in order to properly heal and be in the right state of mind when I return. I took her advice and contact my surgeon's office to complete the FMLA forms. They did it immediately and I am scheduled to be home from work till April 7.
Late yesterday afternoon I realized that I was not in the best shape physically and mentally to take on the daily grind of work even from home. I feel very fatigued and at times a little dizzy. I am trying my best to eat when i am supposed to but that has been a challenge when you feel like taking a nap for 4 hours, which is through 2 meals. I will get there but I have never had such a desire to start eating blended tuna with a little mayo in my life. I have 7 more days before I hit that reality. For now it's a steady diet of Kefir and Soup.

A week ago I was just getting my bearings on what I had just gone through. I asked myself, "Did I just agree to have 2/3 of my stomach removed, who does that?" The pain last week was pretty unbearable and I think the worst part was them making you try to cough to open up your lungs. Don't these nurses know I was just stabbed 6 times in the stomach, the last thing I want to do is cough.
The week has been going well. I have been home since Sunday afternoon and I am getting used to this new lifestyle. Beforehand I was under the impression I could just pick up and go back to work on Tuesday. I figured a 4-day weekend was plenty of time to recover from major surgery. I'm a little dumb. On Tuesday the alarm went off and I couldn't move. I could reach for my phone and pecked a short message to my boss saying I might not make it today. She may have thought I might not come into work but I honestly felt I just wasn't going to make it, period. I went through the day trying to figure out the best ways to maneuver my body to minimize the agony of recovery. Wednesday was much better than Tuesday but I still called off just in case.
I talked to my boss earlier in the week and told her that I should be ready to go in order to pull reports and crunch numbers on Thursday in anticipation of a Monday morning deadline. I told myself this was it, I have had 5 days off, get back to work. Did I mention I am a little dumb. On Thursday morning I logged onto my computer and started to catch up on what I had missed over the past week. I got a call from my boss checking to see how I was doing. After a few minutes of talking she stopped me and told me to listen. She wasn't convinced I sounded in the right mind to get back to work. I had told her previously that the doctor's office recommended 4 - 6 weeks off from work in order to properly recover. In an email right before "stomach surgery" (I did not tell her what the actual surgery was) I told her that the doctor had recommended 4 weeks and I told the doctor he's crazy. She wisely read between the lines of that earlier email and told me I should seriously take the time I need in order to properly heal and be in the right state of mind when I return. I took her advice and contact my surgeon's office to complete the FMLA forms. They did it immediately and I am scheduled to be home from work till April 7.
Late yesterday afternoon I realized that I was not in the best shape physically and mentally to take on the daily grind of work even from home. I feel very fatigued and at times a little dizzy. I am trying my best to eat when i am supposed to but that has been a challenge when you feel like taking a nap for 4 hours, which is through 2 meals. I will get there but I have never had such a desire to start eating blended tuna with a little mayo in my life. I have 7 more days before I hit that reality. For now it's a steady diet of Kefir and Soup.

I was wondering why I didn't see many people posting right after surgery. I am known for live-blogging my life as it happens particularly when I travel. This time around, I had no interest in telling anyone anything. What a weekend!!!
I arrived at St Alexius Medical Center in Hoffman Estates (burb of Chicago) and found a very friendly staff and on my bed I found a bear named Bari. The room was green which I guess is calming but they were running late so I am not sure the paint had the right affect. Various doctors and nurses would stop by and I told them all my life story, if you looked official I talked. Finally I was taken back toward the operating room. The injecting the first part of anastesia to make me loopy and at that point everything was "awesome" and I had to point it out to everyone who would listen. Once in the OR they put the mask on me to shut me up. I have no idea if they ever asked me to count backwards from 10. The last thing I remember was when they blew up the bag I was laying on to make it easier for them to transfer me to the surgery table. Next thing you know I was somewhere else.
I don't remember much from the recovery room other than moving over to a recliner from the bed and also being in quite a bit of pain. After a couple hours in the recovery room they wheeled me over to my hospital room for the remainder of my stay.
I liked my room, there was a tree outside my window that was a gathering place for a couple hundred small birds tweeting away about their day. I found out that they leave the tree at sunrise (go to work, run errands, etc) and return right before sunset. It did not look like anyone worked from home. I really enjoyed the birds every evening and morning. I thought they'd might be a little annoying but at some point they collectively decided to all be quiet.
The first night was rough. I could not sleep for various reasons but mostly because it was quite loud, bells and whistles going off on random intervals waking me through the evening. The most annoying alarm was all my fault the first night. We discovered I have inherited a heart abnormality from my mother that drops my resting heart rate to below the alarm threshold. I'd doze off and that damn alarm would go off. The nurses were confused so they called the doctor on call and had the alarm threshold lowered. They were impressed with my resting heart rate, they said that will benefit me as I lose weight and get back into marathon running shape.
Day 2 and 3 were about the same, the 3rd day was better than the 2nd. The nurses were quite accommodating and I became a bit of a fixture due to me doing laps around the 2nd floor every few hours. I became progressively better as the hours went by and by Sunday afternoon I was ready to go home. My home sickness was not due to being away from familiar surroundings or even the cuddling power of my 2 cats, I wanted to go home because the cable channels were anemic. I got home Sunday night just in time to watch "Live from the Red Carpet" and then the Oscars. Was it funny, I'm not sure, I was pretty hopped up on pain meds so everything was funny to me that night.

I was wondering why I didn't see many people posting right after surgery. I am known for live-blogging my life as it happens particularly when I travel. This time around, I had no interest in telling anyone anything. What a weekend!!!
I arrived at St Alexius Medical Center in Hoffman Estates (burb of Chicago) and found a very friendly staff and on my bed I found a bear named Bari. The room was green which I guess is calming but they were running late so I am not sure the paint had the right affect. Various doctors and nurses would stop by and I told them all my life story, if you looked official I talked. Finally I was taken back toward the operating room. The injecting the first part of anastesia to make me loopy and at that point everything was "awesome" and I had to point it out to everyone who would listen. Once in the OR they put the mask on me to shut me up. I have no idea if they ever asked me to count backwards from 10. The last thing I remember was when they blew up the bag I was laying on to make it easier for them to transfer me to the surgery table. Next thing you know I was somewhere else.
I don't remember much from the recovery room other than moving over to a recliner from the bed and also being in quite a bit of pain. After a couple hours in the recovery room they wheeled me over to my hospital room for the remainder of my stay.
I liked my room, there was a tree outside my window that was a gathering place for a couple hundred small birds tweeting away about their day. I found out that they leave the tree at sunrise (go to work, run errands, etc) and return right before sunset. It did not look like anyone worked from home. I really enjoyed the birds every evening and morning. I thought they'd might be a little annoying but at some point they collectively decided to all be quiet.
The first night was rough. I could not sleep for various reasons but mostly because it was quite loud, bells and whistles going off on random intervals waking me through the evening. The most annoying alarm was all my fault the first night. We discovered I have inherited a heart abnormality from my mother that drops my resting heart rate to below the alarm threshold. I'd doze off and that damn alarm would go off. The nurses were confused so they called the doctor on call and had the alarm threshold lowered. They were impressed with my resting heart rate, they said that will benefit me as I lose weight and get back into marathon running shape.
Day 2 and 3 were about the same, the 3rd day was better than the 2nd. The nurses were quite accommodating and I became a bit of a fixture due to me doing laps around the 2nd floor every few hours. I became progressively better as the hours went by and by Sunday afternoon I was ready to go home. My home sickness was not due to being away from familiar surroundings or even the cuddling power of my 2 cats, I wanted to go home because the cable channels were anemic. I got home Sunday night just in time to watch "Live from the Red Carpet" and then the Oscars. Was it funny, I'm not sure, I was pretty hopped up on pain meds so everything was funny to me that night.

A week ago I was just getting my bearings on what I had just gone through. I asked myself, "Did I just agree to have 2/3 of my stomach removed, who does that?" The pain last week was pretty unbearable and I think the worst part was them making you try to cough to open up your lungs. Don't these nurses know I was just stabbed 6 times in the stomach, the last thing I want to do is cough.
The week has been going well. I have been home since Sunday afternoon and I am getting used to this new lifestyle. Beforehand I was under the impression I could just pick up and go back to work on Tuesday. I figured a 4-day weekend was plenty of time to recover from major surgery. I'm a little dumb. On Tuesday the alarm went off and I couldn't move. I could reach for my phone and pecked a short message to my boss saying I might not make it today. She may have thought I might not come into work but I honestly felt I just wasn't going to make it, period. I went through the day trying to figure out the best ways to maneuver my body to minimize the agony of recovery. Wednesday was much better than Tuesday but I still called off just in case.
I talked to my boss earlier in the week and told her that I should be ready to go in order to pull reports and crunch numbers on Thursday in anticipation of a Monday morning deadline. I told myself this was it, I have had 5 days off, get back to work. Did I mention I am a little dumb. On Thursday morning I logged onto my computer and started to catch up on what I had missed over the past week. I got a call from my boss checking to see how I was doing. After a few minutes of talking she stopped me and told me to listen. She wasn't convinced I sounded in the right mind to get back to work. I had told her previously that the doctor's office recommended 4 - 6 weeks off from work in order to properly recover. In an email right before "stomach surgery" (I did not tell her what the actual surgery was) I told her that the doctor had recommended 4 weeks and I told the doctor he's crazy. She wisely read between the lines of that earlier email and told me I should seriously take the time I need in order to properly heal and be in the right state of mind when I return. I took her advice and contact my surgeon's office to complete the FMLA forms. They did it immediately and I am scheduled to be home from work till April 7.
Late yesterday afternoon I realized that I was not in the best shape physically and mentally to take on the daily grind of work even from home. I feel very fatigued and at times a little dizzy. I am trying my best to eat when i am supposed to but that has been a challenge when you feel like taking a nap for 4 hours, which is through 2 meals. I will get there but I have never had such a desire to start eating blended tuna with a little mayo in my life. I have 7 more days before I hit that reality. For now it's a steady diet of Kefir and Soup.

And your too cute..funny boy!!!!!!!!!!

Your top is too big

"Easy way out", HA, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've heard in ages.

Things to look forward to, keep up the good work.

"Easy way out", HA, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've heard in ages.

"Easy way out", HA, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've heard in ages.

Look who I found waiting for me when they took me back for surgery.

Look who I found waiting for me when they took me back for surgery.

You look good and only after 3 and half months, that's very encouraging. Keep up the good work.

I was wondering why I didn't see many people posting right after surgery. I am known for live-blogging my life as it happens particularly when I travel. This time around, I had no interest in telling anyone anything. What a weekend!!!
I arrived at St Alexius Medical Center in Hoffman Estates (burb of Chicago) and found a very friendly staff and on my bed I found a bear named Bari. The room was green which I guess is calming but they were running late so I am not sure the paint had the right affect. Various doctors and nurses would stop by and I told them all my life story, if you looked official I talked. Finally I was taken back toward the operating room. The injecting the first part of anastesia to make me loopy and at that point everything was "awesome" and I had to point it out to everyone who would listen. Once in the OR they put the mask on me to shut me up. I have no idea if they ever asked me to count backwards from 10. The last thing I remember was when they blew up the bag I was laying on to make it easier for them to transfer me to the surgery table. Next thing you know I was somewhere else.
I don't remember much from the recovery room other than moving over to a recliner from the bed and also being in quite a bit of pain. After a couple hours in the recovery room they wheeled me over to my hospital room for the remainder of my stay.
I liked my room, there was a tree outside my window that was a gathering place for a couple hundred small birds tweeting away about their day. I found out that they leave the tree at sunrise (go to work, run errands, etc) and return right before sunset. It did not look like anyone worked from home. I really enjoyed the birds every evening and morning. I thought they'd might be a little annoying but at some point they collectively decided to all be quiet.
The first night was rough. I could not sleep for various reasons but mostly because it was quite loud, bells and whistles going off on random intervals waking me through the evening. The most annoying alarm was all my fault the first night. We discovered I have inherited a heart abnormality from my mother that drops my resting heart rate to below the alarm threshold. I'd doze off and that damn alarm would go off. The nurses were confused so they called the doctor on call and had the alarm threshold lowered. They were impressed with my resting heart rate, they said that will benefit me as I lose weight and get back into marathon running shape.
Day 2 and 3 were about the same, the 3rd day was better than the 2nd. The nurses were quite accommodating and I became a bit of a fixture due to me doing laps around the 2nd floor every few hours. I became progressively better as the hours went by and by Sunday afternoon I was ready to go home. My home sickness was not due to being away from familiar surroundings or even the cuddling power of my 2 cats, I wanted to go home because the cable channels were anemic. I got home Sunday night just in time to watch "Live from the Red Carpet" and then the Oscars. Was it funny, I'm not sure, I was pretty hopped up on pain meds so everything was funny to me that night.

MorganO87, can't give a good reply right now but look up my posting on the matter. Search... "Vicodin Haze" and you should find it.