flab2fabulous

I understand. I have screwed up too. I have eaten chips, although they were whole grain chips, and I've also had a taste of some fried foods, ice cream, cakes, etc. Although I have eaten a substantially lower amount than what I would've eaten in the past, it still isn't good for me to eat any of it. I got this surgery because I want to live a healthier lifestyle. So, I have to remind myself of that daily. What kind of support system do you have through your surgeon? It sounds like you don't have any of support. I have support, and I have yet to utilize it because I'm doing my best to do this on my own. But, it's not working for me. I haven't lost any weight in three weeks. I have to look at the bright side because I haven't gained any weight and I have lost quite a few inches. I need to buckle up my bootstraps and get myself together. So do you. You are not alone in your struggle. Food was my best friend. That's how I got into this situation. So, I understand. The only thing that you can do is learn from your mistakes and keep pushing through.

Congrats! I can't imagine how you feel. I have never weighed under 300lbs in my adult life. So, getting under 300lbs and then under 200lbs will be amazing!

I overstocked on sugar free popsicles. I bought one box and I think I ate two. I ended up giving them away (my little cousins loved them). I hated them. lol

Yes, I think that it's weird. Like others have said, I think it points towards an eating disorder. The hardest part for me at that stage was the fact that everything I was eating was so bland. Nothing had any flavor, and that's what I missed the most. It'll be okay.

I'm sorry you're going through that. I was on antidepressants and anxiety meds before I had surgery, and I am continuing to take them. I've battled with depression and anxiety since I was about eleven years old. WLS is a huge commitment and lifestyle change. I think that no matter what we are told before surgery, certain things don't hit us until after we've had surgery and get down into the nitty-gritty of things. Things will get better for you. You just have to keep pushing. Antidepressants are a great way to keep you pushing because it balances your hormones, and helps to keep you out of that dark depressive hole. Hang in there.

I told my job that I was having surgery. However, I didn't tell them that I was having WLS because I was afraid that they would view the procedure as "elective" and tell me that I couldn't have the time off on such short notice (about a month before surgery). My supervisor knew that I had been having some health problems. So when I told her that I was having surgery, she didn't ask anymore questions. She figured that it had something to do with my existing health issues, which it did, and helped me with all of my paperwork.

Today was my first day back to work...I'm actually at work right now. LOL My surgery was two weeks ago yesterday. I didn't get an official notice from my surgeon to go back. But, I had to go back to work. I have bills to pay. lol I get off in about an hour and a half and I'm feeling great. However, my job is extremely sedentary. I sit at a desk most of my shift and I am on the computer. A job as a teacher is much more active than mine. So, I can only imagine how you feel. My surgeon told me that most people go back three to four weeks after surgery. I personally couldn't afford to be away from work that long.

Your feelings are normal. I'm now two weeks post-op (as of yesterday) and that first week was extremely tough! Everyone in my household was eating food, and I was on a liquid diet. I had major regrets at first. However, they were all oriented around the food that I couldn't eat. I started on mushies and some soft foods yesterday and I feel so much better. I did have a moment of weakness over the weekend. I had some Sprite so I could get some gas to pass. It was a huge mistake. I've been craving it ever since. But, I am not going to let it get me down. You're strong. You didn't come to this decision lightly. You can do it!

I've always been that person that was cold, even before surgery. Having surgery hasn't made me colder. But, I am only a week and a half out. I am the person that will wrap myself up in layers under a wool blanket and down comforter only to turn on my fan in the middle of those unbearable Michigan winters. I do realize that I am weird. I am always cold, and sometimes, I like it. I can only hope that I don't get colder.

It'll work. I'm a week and a half out from surgery and I'm down 22lbs. I had my 10 day post op appointment with my surgeon today. Needless to say, I was stoked. When I got home from the hospital, I didn't know how I was going to do this. My family was eating burritos, and I was eating some chicken broth. It sucked. After weighing in today, I have the boost that I need. I feel great! I've only said this to say that this too shall pass. You will make it and you will be okay.

My surgery is on Monday (November 3rd). I have yet to be nervous about surgery. In fact, I am excited about changing my life for the better. The only thing that I am slightly concerned about is making the adjustment post-op, and teaching myself how to eat all over again. I have a long and hard road ahead of me but I'm looking forward to looking back and being able to say "I did it!"

I had no choice but to tell my mother. She's one of my biggest cheerleaders and always has been. I moved back home a couple of years ago to help out because my dad has cancer. Even with everything that's going on with my dad and another close family member, my mother has been 100% supportive regardless of her own worries. My couple of my siblings live with me and they have no idea what's going on, and I'm not telling them. They would tell everyone, and I don't want that to happen. I have a couple of friends that know, and three aunts that know because my mom told her sisters. They can keep secrets. No one else will know. I want to surprise everyone at my great-aunt's birthday party in February. If my circumstances were different, I wouldn't have told anyone.

I have been trying to lose weight for a couple of years now. I graduated from high school in 2010 after enduring years of teasing because of my weight. I never knew what was wrong with me. About a year and a half ago, I found out that my hormones were out of whack, which caused an excessive amount of weight gain over the years. The more I tried to get healthy, the more weight I gained. I finally broke down and made an appointment with a bariatric surgeon after my PCP mentioned WLS to me. It was the best decision I've ever made! The straw that broke the camel's back was my little cousin. She's four years old. One day, she looked at me and said: "cousin, why are you so big?" I was taken aback. I know that she's young and genuinely curious, but her question was shocking nonetheless. I told her that I was big because my body was weird and broken. You know what she said to me? She said: "cousin, you have to fix your body so you won't be so big anymore, okay?" I just looked at her and smiled. Out of the mouths of babes, right? I decided to heed to the advice of a four year old. That little girl is my world and I don't want to let her down by dying an early death because I didn't get my weight under control. It's time for a change. I'm ready for change. I'm looking forward to my journey.