valcatlett4

I agree that you may not be eating enough.
Also, if you are only getting 60 oz of Fluid, drinking coffee (caffeinated?), and exercising a lot you may need a lot more Water.< /p>
64 oz is a minimum and it is my understanding that anything with caffeine shouldn't count toward that 64 oz and that you would need more water to flush out the caffeine.
Embrace the Stall!
http://BariatricPal.com/index.php?/topic/351046-Embrace-the-Stall

I agree, 800 calories seems too low for your activity level. I'd try adding a couple hundred calories and make sure you get a rest day in there at least once a week. Doing too much can hinder you just as much as doing too little.

I don't see why you'd be limited to 1000 calories if you are exercising regularly. That's a recipe for starvation mode if ever there was one. I doubt coffee has any bearing on your weight loss. I drink 3 cups a day and got to goal and I'm maintaining just fine. I do take a PPI every day though.

Something similar happened to me about 8 months post op and I was still not at goal. I had to go low carb, eliminate Quest bars an change my exercise to high intensity interval training. I became more dilgent, went back to basics etc. I had to make a big effort to get rid of the last 40-50#. I made it to goal, losing 150# in 14 months. Some of us have to work harder to get to goal, I suspect higher BMI have this issue the most.

Thanks. And gee, sounds like you're working hard at it. Good for you on all that exercise, by the way.
The only other things I can think of for you to look at are:
* Are you eating enough Protein?
* At your activity level, could / should you be eating more calories?
* Are you drinking enough Water?
* Are you taking your meds / supplements as advised?
FYI -- just for your consideration (and not as advice) -- at 7 months post-op I was eating 1,200 cals/day and 100 grams of Protein -- and was still losing 5 pounds a month. Reached goal at 8.5 months. At 1700 calories/day (and 100 protein grams) I continued to lose weight slowly (1-2 pounds a month) for the next 8 months.

I started at 221 and am currently 150. I eat around 800 calories a day and try to get between 10-12000 steps a day. 3-4 days a week I run 2- 2 1/2 miles on the treadmill. I ask just recently added hand weights a thigh toning exercise to my workouts.

Omg laughing so hard uhh sorry! I feel your pain I have a drawer full of bras from just the last few months I'll buy a couple a month later too big etc etc trying on is a nightmare too loose or to tight lift arms you fall out can't seem to win I'm like in some in between freak size that doesn't seem to exist in real life

I also just got my Fitbit today. Please feel free to add.
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Go ahead and compare to me.... You won't be disappointed.
5 days up 11 pounds from surgery day.
11 days Weighed the same as surgery day.
6 weeks postp lost 17 pounds
7 weeks gained 3 pounds
10 weeks back to 17 pounds lost
12 weeks lost 25 pounds postop.
As you can see, stalls and even gains are normal. Also notice that I only weighed myself 6 times in the first 3 months. scale numbers DO NOT MATTER. Just stay on plan, STAY OFF THE scale, embrace the NSVs and have fun!!!!

I remember hearing one of the practitioners on my team saying that, the weight would just " fall off" and that was exactly what I was looking for, imagine my disappointment when it didn't. I quantified "falling off" to mean upwards of 6#s a week. And there were a few golden weeks that I experienced such a big loss, but mostly not. And not a single pound was lost without effort...eating right, staying Protein focused and exercising. So I say bag humbug to the "it falls right off" line. It comes off consistently, with points of bigger losses....but falling off implies no effort and this takes effort every moment of every day.

My surgery was March 31,2015 and to date I am 110 pounds down. I started at 341lbs and today I weigh 229. Now I should be over the moon happy. My weight loss has been awesome, however I realize more now than ever there is so much more to losing weight because I feel more alone today than I ever felt at 341lbs. I'm sharing this to help anyone thinking about bariatric surgery to understands that the reality of not being able to eat through your feelings is hard. Worth it but hard. I just have to sit in the feeling of loneliness or whatever it is until it passes or I can sleep it off, even exercise helps but once the coping mechanism of overeating is gone things get real......fast. I knew this was a component of surgery and I thought I was prepared but I wasn't. Soooo one day at a time. But the struggle is real.

168!! I made it below my goal of 170!! Yay!

168!! I made it below my goal of 170!! Yay!

168!! I made it below my goal of 170!! Yay!

168!! I made it below my goal of 170!! Yay!

173.0!! Getting close to that 170 :-)

The thing that bothers me is when they say "oh you can't have that " or "are you supposed to be eating that"? I'm like its a small piece of chicken breast(Skinless) not cake. I said where were you when I was stuffing my face with cheese burgers with bacon and curly fries with a strawberry milkshake... Sheesh.

175.8 this week

Hi, you can call me Uncle Buck, and I'm a fat guy. The scales really don't support that statement these days, thus my screen name. However, once a fat guy, always a fat guy. I'm a bit more than two year out from surgery. I came within 15 pounds of my goal weight, which is good news-bad news. I'm content where I am, but I'd really like to get that last 15 pounds off to say I made it. To do that, I need to get my head back in the right place, which is why I'm here.
I was born a dirt poor fat guy. Men in my family fall into one of two categories: skinny as a rail or ginormous. I was one of the genetic lottery winners who fell into the ginormous category. I don't remember a time in my life when I wasn't fat. There have a been few times when I was able to lower the tonnage a bit, but it never lasted. Sound familiar to anyone?
I'm probably also not telling anyone any secrets by saying that fat kids aren't generally treated very well by the little monsters known as children. I was not the exception to that rule. My childhood could not be called enjoyable. The best I can say about it is that it ended. I did learn a couple of fairly valuable lessons. The first was that if one gives a damn about what others think of them, it makes for a long childhood. I got over that. I also came to the realization that there was a lot bigger world than the podunk town where I grew up, I just needed to get there. Finally,I learned that I don't like kids and certainly didn't want any of my own. Little quasi-clones of me running around? The horror, the horror!
I mentioned earlier that I didn't exactly hit the genetic lottery in the gravity category. I did do fairly well in the brains category. Life got better for while when I hit college. I coasted through four years to my first bachelor's degree. I graduated out of the largest college at a pretty big school. Order of walking was by ranking, and I was the fifth out of about 500 people of walked that day. Not too shabby. However, I also found that I still didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life. At that point I made the biggest mistake of my life: I decided to go to law school.
Not to say that I didn't do well there. The genetic brains came in handy again, at least on paper. I graduated in the top 10 percent of a somewhat prestigious state school. However, I didn't really consider the reality that intelligence and ability usually don't mean squat, particularly in a highly competitive field. I didn't have any of the big three going for me: lots of money and high level contacts, a father/grandfather/uncle with a legal practice that I could move into, and I wasn't a hot female. About that time I started going through a process which became a recurring theme: everything looks good until the interviewer sees me, and at that point I may as well just leave. So I found myself with student loan debt that rivaled the trade deficit and no career prospects (remember the dirt poor bit from earlier?)
I chased a legal career for about 8 years with no success whatsoever. I don't want to sound as though I'm whining, but I think the primary reason for that was my weight. Okay maybe I'm whining, this is my spiel, I'm allowed. I had to come to grips with the fact that my window of opportunity had closed, and I had to come up with plan B. I remembered good advice I read once: if you want to get rich, do something that has to be done and no one else wants to do. I cast about for that job, and came across the occupational health and safety racket. Job that is needed: check. Job no one wants to do: check. Once can make pretty good money at it: check. Sign me up. A couple of years pursuing college degree number three in safety, and I actually found a job where they wanted me and didn't seem to care about my weight. Score!
Another unexpected consequence of changing my career was meeting my wife. I had given up on the concept of female congress, as a rule they don't care for ginormous guys. My wife didn't mind, and she actually got my sense of humor. Life was definitely looking up.
As most do, I wanted to advance my career. I did all the usual stuff, completed professional certifications, got college degree number four, a masters, yada yada yada. All I need now to bat the academic cycle is a PhD. Then that problematic interview game started again. Straight back to having outstanding phone interviews, and just watching the consternation on their faces when they actually saw me. You'd think I had a booger on my face or something.
This is where weight loss surgery comes in. I knew about it of course, but my basic idea was not just no, but hell no. I had been a bit of a curiosity in that I hadn't had any serious health problems associated with the ginormousness. However, my wife couldn't say that. She had weight loss surgery, and did fantastic. About the time she was at the peak of her fantasticness, I poured my copious arse into a plane seat and flew to yet another interview, to know within five minutes that I didn't have a hot dog's chance at a fat guys' convention of getting that job. I decided enough was enough and scheduled my initial consultation with my bariatric doc.
There's really not much to say about the process. The insurance company approved immediately, my surgery happened 90 days after my initial visit. The surgery went great, no complications. I was back to work in a week. The weight came off exactly as it was supposed to. I dropped about 140 in a year. One thing I did find interesting was that fact that my doc told me my stomach was 50 percent longer than an average, non-ginormous person. I don't want to use that as an excuse, but it did make feel a little bit less like an unmotivated slug.
I decided to try the job market again. If nothing else, it's a great way to see the inside of airports and meet new and boring people. Three job interviews. Three job offers. I talked my wife into letting me take number three.
The good news: I was finally making the money I should have been making 15 years ago. The bad news: people don't pay you a lot of money for taking over programs with no problems and in which everything is running smoothly. My stress level over the last year and a half has been quite high. Stress is not good for trying to get the last 15 pounds off. I don't think my diet could have been a lot worse. Every day I get on the scales expecting the weight to be coming back. Every day it stays right around 240. Having only 15 percent of a stomach can be a very good thing. I've had to remind myself that my life is not going to get less stressful, and the surgery isn't going to let me get away with being a sluggard for long. It's time to get back to business. Thus, this process of getting my head in the right place.
As an aside, you remember when I said my family produces either stick men or ginormousness? One of the reasons I never wanted children was an assumption that they would be ginormous like dad. Thus, me taking a dip in the gene pool was not a good idea. My brother was one of the stick figures. One of my nephews hit the ginormous gene lottery. People assume that he's my get. Remember my comment about the horror? He's 14 and already approaching 300. I really wish I could spare him the years that my weight cost me. At the same time, I guess he needs to find his own path. I suppose the cycle continues.
I really didn't plan on posting this, I just wanted to spew it out and then delete it. On second thought, I think I will post it. Anyone who has made it through to the end of this diatribe, my hat is tipped to you.

I am officially 9 months into my post op journey, and if you would have told me this time last year that I would be down from a size 20 to a size 6, I would have laughed in your face.
For everyone who is struggling with this decision, or is losing weight at a slow pace, keep your head up and let your new sleeve work for you. Don't over think things. If you slip up or fall down, pick yourself up, brush your shoulders off, and keep on truckin'.
I will not lie and say that this journey is easy, because it is very, very, hard. But believe me, if you work with your sleeve, and let your sleeve work for you, you too will find yourself in complete awe of where you'll be 9 months out from your surgery.
I wish everyone true happiness and success in their journeys, and if you are fortunate enough to find people here in the forums that will be as honest and upfront with you as some of those people that I have encountered have been with me, I promise your journey will be made just a little bit easier.
Thank you @@Alex Brecher for creating a forum for all of us to share, encourage, and uplift each other along this path.

178 this week.

I also had to quit for surgery. I started taking the chantix and picked a quit date of a week later. I wanted the surgery more than the cigarettes. I was a 2 pack a day smoker when I quit. I am 9 weeks post op, quitting was the best thing I could have done for myself ! Good luck! You can do it !

If I had to stop chewing gum I may not have had the surgery! My surgeon said it was fine, but just don't swallow it. I'm not 5, I don't swallow gum. I don't go a day without it.

Every time I point it out to them!!! I have no shame

Cw 186. GW 170