Chunk

Did someone say sex? -Chunk

"Looking for someone who may know this because I think its important for us to know. I realize that due to our extensive chewing of food were are less prone to choke but damn you never know. And I don't really care if doing this on me blows out the band. That can be repaired. Can't come baack from death. (My luck I'll come back in another live as a person with anirexia and spend my whole life trying to gain weight.)" That is the funniest thing I ever read. -Chunk

May I recommend my Surgeon? From Portland, he is about 2 1/2 hours away in Tacoma, but, if you have no other option it would be worth your while. So far, I am very satisfied with the care I have recieved. Post-op service is good. I have no complaints. Dr. Fox and Srikanth at Surgical Weight Loss Center, 253-472-9850. Good Luck. -Chunk

I have two boxes in my cupboard. I love the stuff. At WinCo, they are with the cool-aid packets, and seperate from the crystal light bottles. Good luck finding them, they are in deed quite a treasure. -Chunk

I must confess that, contrary to my surgeons instructions, I drank a beer. Before I say too much, let me say this. If your going to break a rule, do it well. I made the mistake of downing a cheap beer (mickeys), whereas for the same calories and discomfort, I could have gone with a microwbrew. I am not without excuse. You see, nobody, save my lovely wife, knows that I have been banded. This of course makes for fantatic family get-togethers. The other day I had some family over and sat down with a conspicuiously tiny plate of Beans, chips, and lettuce. Someone noticed that I "wasn't hungry" and insisted I at least have a beer. Fortunately, my stomach did just fine. I went slowly, which I think is the secret, and stirred the bottle a lot to get rid of the bubbles. My only advice, besides listen to your doctor, is that if your going to have a beer - GO WITH THE GOOD STUFF. -Chunk

Thanks to everyone for all your input. I did try some tuna with (and don't tell my surgeon) a bunch of mayo. It went down well. I am thinking of trying sushi but have heard lots of scarry stuff about that. I have only had one fill (banded ~5-4-05) and am able to eat way too much. Don't get me wrong, I have lost plenty of weight. I was once all the way up to 320, banded at 300 and am now, just 2 months later, a handsome 265. As for the name, well Chunk is the name of one of the Goonies. Lets just say that I am a fan and find Chunk funny. Thank you all again, see you "AROUND!" -Chunk

Three months ago I sat in a small sandwich shop and ate a huge turkey sub. Turkey, cheese, and a mountain of veggies covered with mayonnaise, that was delicious. It is also just a memory. I can no longer handle meat. My first experience was 45 days post op. My wife and I went to a steak house. I ordered a small steak and planned to take a few small bites to Celebrate liberation from the rigorous post-op diet my surgeon put me on. The steak was so juicy and tender. I chewed slowly in appreciation of solid food and swallowed the small fillet of heaven. I threw up the moment the steak hit my stomach. Not the best start to my new lifestyle. I was in plenty of pain for the next half hour. The next day I reported back to my surgeon for my first fill. He told me that some people just can't handle some things and to say goodbye to my old friend. A few weeks ago, I sat down with a small hump of cottage cheese and spinach with blu cheese. I sprinkled my salad lightly with tiny shreds of bacon. Again, the moment the bacon hit my belly I was in trouble. What a stomachache! I can eat all sorts of things: sticky rice, white bread, and any vegetable, but any type of meat just gives me trouble. The long and short of this story is that I am now a vegetarian. A couple days ago, my wife had some friends over - a gakle of 20 something grad students. As they giggled and gossiped in the living room, I rummaged about the fridge in search of cheese or some other lap band friendly meal. Sadly the fridge contained only party foods: soda, alcohol, juice (did I say food?), and fried chicken. I poked my head around the corner and asked my wife if we had anything other than meat. This caused a little commotion among the ladies in the living room. "What, he doesn't like chicken?" I heard one of them chide. My wife explained that I am a vegetarian. This pronouncement was met with a moment of angst as the room fell silent and all eyes turned to me, a 5' 10'' 25 year-old weighing almost 300 lbs even. I broke the silence with my own awkward chuckle. I guess you had to be there. -Chunk