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I have trouble with Breakfast so I have been looking for quick options. I am going to try cooking a batch of mini frittatas this weeken. They can be frozen and just popped in the microwave. I plan on making mine with egg beaters, feta cheese, ground turkey and spinach. The calorie count is very low as well as the carb count but one serving is close to 20 grams of Protein.< /p>

I have trouble with Breakfast so I have been looking for quick options. I am going to try cooking a batch of mini frittatas this weeken. They can be frozen and just popped in the microwave. I plan on making mine with egg beaters, feta cheese, ground turkey and spinach. The calorie count is very low as well as the carb count but one serving is close to 20 grams of Protein.< /p>

I am so with you! I am 46 years old and had my hip replaced in September 2013. After recovering from that surgery I tried to begin exercising and doing Atkins and only lost like 6 pounds in three weeks. I think after all the years of yo-yo dieting, I must have wrecked havoc on my metabolism. That's when I decided to have the sleeve done. I only told a handful of people prior to the surgery and all of them were supportive. I did not however tell all of my family. My husband, kids and mom were the only ones who knew. During Christmas some family members on my husbands side were asking why I did such a thing.... my mom, quickly responded by telling them that I needed to get the weight off my hips. They became silent.
My husband wasn't too excited about this but when I shared with him the amount of pain I was in on a daily basis, he backed off.
I am 17 days post op and I already feel better. I simply don't have time for anyone with negative comments. This is my life, my health!

I am so with you! I am 46 years old and had my hip replaced in September 2013. After recovering from that surgery I tried to begin exercising and doing Atkins and only lost like 6 pounds in three weeks. I think after all the years of yo-yo dieting, I must have wrecked havoc on my metabolism. That's when I decided to have the sleeve done. I only told a handful of people prior to the surgery and all of them were supportive. I did not however tell all of my family. My husband, kids and mom were the only ones who knew. During Christmas some family members on my husbands side were asking why I did such a thing.... my mom, quickly responded by telling them that I needed to get the weight off my hips. They became silent.
My husband wasn't too excited about this but when I shared with him the amount of pain I was in on a daily basis, he backed off.
I am 17 days post op and I already feel better. I simply don't have time for anyone with negative comments. This is my life, my health!

A. Own you. You don't owe an explanation to anyone. If it is right for you, you don't have to defend it. Embrace your chosen tool and stop seeking approval from others. My weight was extreme, my addiction unmanageable and my life was in danger. Your health is not up for debate.

Hi guys. I asked my husband to write something for my blog. Like a "WLS from a spouse's point of view" sort of thing. I will preface this by saying, my husband is my rock and I love him to pieces (sure, some days I want to push him off a cliff, but...).
This is what he sent me - I wanted to share with this audience because we all have loved ones that drive us crazy at times. I think sometimes we open up in a different way when we put pen to paper as opposed to speaking to one another. What would your spouse or significant other write if you asked them to? I was surprised by what I read here...
The wife recently asked me to write a little something for her blog. Not much on writing more than witty quips in response to my friends Facebook posts, my first response was a “oh sure” and then to politely ignore the request. It’s a tactic that works I’d say 75% of the time. I was hoping that she would be so excited (or distraught) about weight loss/lack of weight loss/not pooping/pooping/someone else pooping or not pooping, she’d forget that she asked. So a week passed and then I get a, “So I’d really like you to write a post for my blog. You know, from the spouses point of view.” I thought I was home free with her focus on the stall. Guess not.

My wife's weight has never really been an issue for me. We met over the phone and had a 3000-mile long distance relationship before the Internet and unlimited phone service. We worked in the same industry and developed a relationship over months of hours-long, bank-account-crushing phone calls. We have always said that if we had come across each other in a bar or other typical meeting place, we wouldn’t have been each other’s type, physically. Since we fell in love before we ever met, we got what we got. Which by the way, I was pretty happy with upon our first meeting. So when she informed me of her thoughts on surgery I tried hard to keep the slack jawed WTF look off my face as much as I could. I initially thought, “Your going to cut out most of your stomach just to lose a few pounds. What?” What I didn’t realize is that it wasn’t a few pounds. Much like your surprise when someone comments on how much your child has grown because they only see him once a year, I hadn’t noticed she had gained a hundred pounds since we first met. She had always just been my wife, my best friend, the person I would spend a long wonderful life with. My attachment to her has always been so much more than physical, and when I look at her I still see that 25-year-old girl I fell in love with. So when she told me how much she weighed I thought, “Holy shit, when did that happen.”

My blessing of the surgery wasn’t without hesitation. I know what obesity does to a body over time and have witnessed it first hand in my father and mother-in-law. The breaking down of joints, the insulin injections, heart issues and on and on…I know, preaching to the choir. But what if something happens during surgery and I lose the love of my life? What if our boy loses his mother? The mere thoughts made my heart hurt. How would I ever cope if something tragic actually happened? But you can’t live life on the basis that something bad MIGHT happen. Its what kept my mother from fully experiencing life and I always hated that. I wanted to have the healthiest wife possible as we get older. I wanted her to be comfortable in her skin. I wanted her to wear clothes she likes, not just the ones that hide the most. I wanted her to not feel awkward around others. I’ve never really struggled with weight. Sure I could lose more than a few pounds, but it falls off with little effort. I don’t fully understand the angst that the weight causes my wife but I know she isn’t as happy as she could be because of it. Life isn’t a dress rehearsal. You gotta make the most of it. So I agreed, reluctantly.

After coming to grips with the minimal risk involved and nervously waiting for good news from the operating room, it’s been a pretty easy journey for me. I’ve had to do very little except listen. Listen about the surgery, shakes, stalls, pooping, not pooping and then pooping again. My wife is hard-core about obtaining information off the internet. So much so, she once gave her GP a tutorial on thyroid testing and the latest acceptable ranges for each test, which came as news to her doctor. Still not sure why we had to pay for that office visit. So nothing came as a surprise. It made my life easier knowing that if anything came up post op that might freak me out, she had the stats on how many patients experienced the same thing, why it happened, how long it will likely last, and what the next day, week, month has in store. Easy for me, but I know it hasn’t been easy for her and that each day brings a new challenge. I am so grateful for what she is willing to put herself through for a healthier future with our son and me. Recently she’s been in the dreaded stall, but it’s subsided, and she has a little pep in her step. I love the gleam in her eye when the scale tells her what she wants to hear. I love how she gleefully shows off how crappy her clothes fit. Mostly I love that each day she seems to feel more comfortable in her skin and happier with herself. What more can you really ask for?

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