SusanDavenporr2015

My sister had WLS 10 years ago. She didn't have liquid diet and all. She had last meal diet the night before she went in. Eat it noe cause you ain't eating it again.

My sister had WLS 10 years ago. She didn't have liquid diet and all. She had last meal diet the night before she went in. Eat it noe cause you ain't eating it again.

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Many of us know the morning battle of getting dressed each day. For most people, this is a fairly simple routine, but for the morbidly obese it can be a daunting task.
For me it goes sitting on the edge of the bed and placing my pants on the floor, while holding one side. I catch the other side with my left toe (I'm holding them the my right hand), then kind of kick my foot into the leg. Once the left leg is encased, the real battle begins. I have trouble getting my right leg high enough to get it where it belongs, so I have to lift the leg with my hand while trying to hang on to the pants at the same time. By the time I have won this battle with my clothes, or given up in defeat and put on a skirt (yes folks, that's why I wear skirts so often) I feel like I've been "Sweating to the Oldies" with Richard Simmons.
The next task is shoes. If I have decided against flip flops that requires placing foot in shoe and getting it as far as my swollen foot will go. Then I either pick up the leg and cross it over the other knee and while holding it in place with one hand, work it in place with the other, or twist it into an unnatural position beside me and work it on. I never buy lace up shoes because we all know where that bow will wind up.
Well, I've been doing a lot of walking lately and needed a decent pair of shoes. The pair I had were slipped on canvas shoes that were just not made for that purpose, so I went looking for a pair of athletic shoes that wouldn't kill my budget. The only pair I could find were lace up. I prepared for the up coming battle. First , I loosened up the laces and put my foot in the shoe. With out even thinking about what I was doing, instead of wrestling my leg into position, I reached down, and with very little effort, got my foot the rest of the way in the shoe. Then , amazingly, I proceeded to tie the shoe with the bow in the middle where it belongs. Then I did the same thing with the other shoe.
I was so proud of myself that I took a picture and posted it on fb.
This morning when I got dressed, I realized when I was done, that I had not gone into battle, but had simply stepped into my pants like everyone else!
While I thought this little tale might get a laugh, I also thought it might offer up some encouragement to someone who also wears skirts because they are easier to put on.
VIVA LA PANTS AND SHOES!!!!!!!

Hi everyone, I was so proud of myself when I started out on this journey. I started walking. The first time I walked 3 1/2 blocks to the front of my church and had to stop and rest before I could make it back. The next day I did the same thing. I made it one more block the next day. Each day I walked a little farther until I was walking to the cemetery to visit my husband and clean the debris from his grave.
Then the rains came. Light rain I could continue to walk in, but these were like Asian monsoons, with tornados to boot. I say were, they're still going on. I've been looking for a secondhand treadmill or something along that line because there's no way I can afford a new one. We all know half the people out there that have them bought them after making New Year's resolutions and now they're sitting in a bedroom being used as a clothes rack, but no one seems to want to get rid of them.
My daughter suggested getting a Wii. They're a fun way to get exercise. I might look into that, but again, it will have to be second hand.
I have, however, discovered the exercise and fitness shows on TV. I found two that were Christian based and really enjoyed the workout.
So, for all you newbies in Texas, like me, that are trying to get that exercise with out being washed away, there are quite a few options still available. Then there'd always swimming. It may become necessary.

Hi everyone, I was so proud of myself when I started out on this journey. I started walking. The first time I walked 3 1/2 blocks to the front of my church and had to stop and rest before I could make it back. The next day I did the same thing. I made it one more block the next day. Each day I walked a little farther until I was walking to the cemetery to visit my husband and clean the debris from his grave.
Then the rains came. Light rain I could continue to walk in, but these were like Asian monsoons, with tornados to boot. I say were, they're still going on. I've been looking for a secondhand treadmill or something along that line because there's no way I can afford a new one. We all know half the people out there that have them bought them after making New Year's resolutions and now they're sitting in a bedroom being used as a clothes rack, but no one seems to want to get rid of them.
My daughter suggested getting a Wii. They're a fun way to get exercise. I might look into that, but again, it will have to be second hand.
I have, however, discovered the exercise and fitness shows on TV. I found two that were Christian based and really enjoyed the workout.
So, for all you newbies in Texas, like me, that are trying to get that exercise with out being washed away, there are quite a few options still available. Then there'd always swimming. It may become necessary.

Sometimes venting can release frustration. Vent away

Sometimes venting can release frustration. Vent away

Hi, I'm new at this too. I see my psych June 8. I weigh 350 and when I got my letter telling me that my insurance was going to pay I danced around the house singing, "I'm gonna lose a person!". My kids thought I'd lost my mind till I showed them the letter. Then they laughed with me. They wouldn't sing and dance with me though.

Hi, I'm new at this too. I see my psych June 8. I weigh 350 and when I got my letter telling me that my insurance was going to pay I danced around the house singing, "I'm gonna lose a person!". My kids thought I'd lost my mind till I showed them the letter. Then they laughed with me. They wouldn't sing and dance with me though.

Use that time to help you adjust to new dietary requirements. Practice taking baby bites (my dietician says about half the size of you thumb nail) and chewing it to mush before swallowing. (I can't even chew a single piece of Trident without biting the inside of my mouth) Keep working on your diet and exercise, and most importantly, don't get discouraged. Come talk to us, and any support you have at home. Have you told your students? Kids make a great cheer leading squad.

Use that time to help you adjust to new dietary requirements. Practice taking baby bites (my dietician says about half the size of you thumb nail) and chewing it to mush before swallowing. (I can't even chew a single piece of Trident without biting the inside of my mouth) Keep working on your diet and exercise, and most importantly, don't get discouraged. Come talk to us, and any support you have at home. Have you told your students? Kids make a great cheer leading squad.

I just recently had my first visit with the RNP. I had my family involved from the beginning. In fact daughter is have surgery as well. My whole family is supportive. The only person that had a problem was the guy I had an on-line relationship with and that's his loss
I explained to everyone that I didn't have a problem with my looks, but I do want to see my grandkids grow up and with my weight where it is then I wouldn't

Hi, my name is Susan and my daughter and I have just begun this life changing journey. We have both had out first visit with our RNPs, and visited with the dietician. I groaned and she laughed when we were told that when we were able to eat Pasta and vegetables they would have to be cooked down yo mush. I like my food to have some texture , thank you very much. I told my daughter I might as well eat baby food. I have begun a walking regiment. I was surprised at how this is working out as I have degenerative disc disease and have trouble with back pain when I exercise. In fact, if I don't over do it, I find that I feel pretty good afterwards. Well that's a quick intro of me and my beginning journey.