bellabloom

Congratulations! It will get so much better. At first, I wasn't losing that was 2nd as ago. I called my doc as Bellbloom suggested. She told me it was the anesthetic gas.mirecaround more and it will go faster
that two days ago (231Lbs). Today 225lbs! Crazy!

Hey everyone! My surgery was 12/3 and it was perfect. Minimal pain in hospital, none out, journaling everything has been wonderful. Only weigh myself at my surgeons so I'm not sure how much I've lost but I know my face smaller and people notice my loss right away. I love my shakes and getting my puréed food has been fine. No cravings for my old food life. Thanks be to God!!

Hehehe. Yes he was!!!!!!!!! Best 250 lbs I ever lost. . Thanks everyone for your comments. I'm so proud of my kids.

I am SO glad to hear that! I didn't want to say it before; but what a jerK!

Bellabloom,
I loved your post. I was really beginning to think I had the only long time healing process. My surgery was last December. I was in the hospital for four or five days. Couldn't drink anything. Couldn't go to the bathroom at all. Very emotional, sorry I went through with it. The gas pain was horrible, but I didn't want to walk. After I got home I was unable to function on my own for a month or two. sleeping all the time. Low Protein levels. Had to see the dietician 4 times in six weeks because they were concerned.
But all that has passed and I don't regret anything. I am now happy and have lost a lot of weight. I appreciate your honesty.
But I thought we were supposed to support each other here. So I don't understand any name calling. Just saying.....
Anyway, happy holidays to everyone here. Thanks bellabloom

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

My ex husband told me constantly through our 7 years together and two pregnancies and two beautiful children, from 140 lbs to 240 lbs, that I need to lose weight, that I was to fat for him. That he hated the way I walked so loud, was lazy, I need to get active, he just wanted the best for me and to be healthy! He said he was embarrassed of me, said he pretended is was still pregnant to cope with my body, said my clothing disgusted him.
I finally, after years trying to lose weight ( which he would constantly sabotage with a plate full of cookies) asked him what he thought about me having wls. He said if I ever did he would downright leave me because it was cheating and taking the easy, lazy way out.
So guess what? About half a year ago, I dropped him like the stone of shit he was and NEVER LOOKED BACK.
I had wls surgery this month and I am so happy I did. And him? He texts me at least once a week begging for me to come back!! Which I will never never do.
Life is long. Love should not be about settling. Pick a person who brings out the best in you and supports your life and has your happiness truly at heart. Love should be about more than a persons body.
And there are so many fish in the sea!!!

I had no idea! Thanks for asking this I was wondering too!

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

He Bellabloom!
Not sure how it happened, but I am down to my starting weight as of this morning (228)
I have my 2nd followup on 12/29. I feel confident, I will be down even more.
Thanks!

Thank you! I'm honestly so surprised how good I feel. On Tuesday, I never expected to be able to go. I'm feeling better every day. Hopefully I continue to.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

Last night my five year old son had a huge meltdown. He lost his first tooth yesterday and I think this got him thinking about change in general, and he suddenly burst into tears, ran to me sobbing on my shoulder, and exclaimed,
"mommy I want you to stay the same. I don't want you to look different!"
And I asked him what he was worried about and he told me,
"I don't want you to get skinny. I like you the way you are. I want you to stay my same mommy. Your not fat your perfect the way you are. If you get skinny you won't give soft hugs anymore!!!!!" And he is sobbing against my chest by now, his little body shuddering.
My son is such a gentle and caring guy. He had to listen to his dad ( now my ex) insult me horribly about my weight for years poor thing, and he feels very defensive about it. He is always telling me how he doesn't think I'm fat and he never calls me fat- he is very careful and it's priceless watching him backtrack when he slips up. Yesterday he compared me to a pumpkin but then caught himself stating how some pumpkins are skinny. I love him so much.
Nothing I could say about health or energy would stop him from crying. So I explained it to him the best way I knew how.
"You know how there are red blood cells and white blood cells and germ cells?"
"Uh huh." Sniffle and sob.
"Well, mommys belly is full of fat cells. That fat cells look like this!"

"They DOOOO???" His eyes are saucers.
"Yup. And I want those mean stinky cells out of my body. So I'm trying to get rid of them. I need more skinny cells!"
Tears are gone at this point.
"Mommy wait I can draw a skinny cell!! And they'll have an epic battle in your belly!!"

Now all he wants to talk about is he can't wait until my skinny cells lop the heads off all those fat cells. A bloody battle, no survivors.
Boys.

How does it feel when things make you sick? Does it set in right away or does it take awhile?
Does it make you nauseated or is it painful? I'm nervous about eating and not sure what to expect. I'm hoping you ladies could help me figure out what's happening.
I ate some purée food for the first time today and think I might have over done it but I couldn't tell while eating it!!

It's still pretty low but getting better!! It's tough not going to lie.

I advanced my diet to include eggs and refried Beans today, after 2 weeks on liquids. I just couldn't stand it anymore!! I'm a little scared about it!!! Both because I am nervous I'll be in pain later and because eating kind of scares me- I hate to halt the amazing weight loss I'm having but I'm afraid I've been eating too little at 200 calls per day, and I haven't come close to my Protein requirements on liquids. Today I had 360 calories- I know it's nothing but I'm just so scared my rny won't work and I'll fall back into old habits.
Anyone else felt or feeling that way?