SassyScienceNerd

I definitely don't think I'm *any* of those... :deny, deny, deny: but I did I just laugh my size 6 ass off.....

I know...I know....we've all been there. And it's important to be patient with newer folks and to be empathetic to their frustration.
I'm so wrong for this....but I just want to smack the **** out of them. Which would not be helpful.
I'm sort of re-evaluating the value of habitually reading this board.
It's all starting to loop around and around in this anxious cycle of angsty mental health issue driven repetitive slurry.
I'm starting to identify these stereotypes of posters that repeat over and over....
The Bird....I will not eat over 500 calories because calories are bad.
The Protein Addict....Must never eat carbs again or the world will explode.
The Why Me Whiner....Where's my yellow brick road, Dr. Nowzaradin?
The Documentarian.... Ate one and three quarters blueberries this morning for a total of 4.37687calories.
The Rebel without a Clue.....I ate a whole pizza yesterday just to see if I could cram one in there. I could! I want my money back!
The Pain in the Ass angsty Know It All.....who writes offensive insensitive rants like this one.
The Research Junkie.....sort of like the pain in the ass angsty know it all...but with more links.
The Fat Shamer.....let me endlessly describe how much I hated my fat, and by extension how offputting I find other fat people
The Size Queen.....Can I slip my new pants size into casual conversation?
The Oblivious Question Asker.....Um, I'm two weeks out, can I have chicken McNuggets and a large coke and fries yet?
The Lonely Soul.....Hi, We should be besties. I'm going to write 9/10 posts about how cool I think you are.
The Stuck Veteran....I lost weight ages ago and kept it off, but I still obsess about weight loss daily.
The Message Board Christian.....Lets slip Christ in there, just for the hell of it. Pray for me!
Maybe I just have a shitty attitude today. I'm bored. I'm tired of thinking about weight.
I'm glad I had surgery. A few bumps in the road, but I'm doing really well all things considered. I'm committed to following through.
But I'm so freaking tired of thinking about this.....and having it consume so much of my life.
And equally scared of not being vigilant.
Just kinda....ornery. Sorry.

I definitely don't think I'm *any* of those... :deny, deny, deny: but I did I just laugh my size 6 ass off.....

The Bird...
The Protein Addict...
The Why Me Whiner...
The Documentarian....
The Rebel without a Clue...
The Pain in the Ass angsty Know It All...
The Research Junkie...
The Fat Shamer...
The Size Queen...
The Oblivious Question Asker...
The Lonely Soul...
The Stuck Veteran...
The Message Board Christian...
Sincerely,
The Breakfast Club

In a few minutes I'm going to go meet my girlfriend for a hike she's planned in a local state park. The hike is 9 and a half miles. I hope I'll be able to keep up -- it would be real embarrassing to have to ask her to slow down.
Definitely a date that doesn't involve food!

Palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. Vomit on my sweater already, mom's spaghetti.... no wait, that's something else.
But #ForRealTho I get uncomfortably full to where I feel like it's right at the base of my throat. My heart pounds, I get sweaty and shaky, and I want to move around to get it to digest faster, but I can't without feeling like I'm going to vomit, so I just need to lay back and rest until the overfull feeling passes. I'm very careful, but it happens occasionally when I'm paying attention to something besides what I'm eating.

Going to the support groups isn't to land a date. It's to get out and be social. Dating is not the only way to be social. Go make friends. Go get comfortable in public outings. Have fun. The goal isn't to meet someone to date, but it might happen anyway. When you're comfortable and happy with your social life it's a lot easier to attract someone who sees light coming out of you. Right now you are projecting this image (at least on this thread) as a sad, shut-in loner who hopes that internet magic will bring you a love life. Go love life instead, and the rest will either come or it won't, but at least you'll be out enjoying the world.

My surgery, my business who I tell upon meeting or not. These are first-second-third dates here, he's not proposing. I will reveal personal information about my health when I am good and ready. YMMV, but that's how I am doing this. I don't tell them my salary or my mommy issues on the first date either. There's honesty and there's oversharing too soon.
I'm not asking anyone to cater to my restrictions, either. I simply want to have suggestions on hand for other things to do besides going out to eat so I can steer the interactions that way.
Love live music. I have done a lot of concert dates, those are probably my favorites. I'm also adding paddleboarding to the list.
OMI- I like that you make them choose the dates. After about the first or second, I expect them to do that otherwise I dump them too.

Both my ex-wife and I had weight issues. We seldom did anything that didn't involve food. I told my new girlfriend about my surgery on our first date. She's gone out of her way to suggest activities that don't involve food (we went bird watching last Sunday). I really appreciate her efforts.

I'm looking forward to wiping my tushie without going into contortions. My arms are long but I'm not Plasticwoman.

Sent from my VS880PP using BariatricPal mobile app

I am able to paint my toenails with out bending into uncomfortable positions..

All the tops I was trying on looked weird on me and I was feeling discouraged (I hate shopping). I tried on a cute one I really liked on the hanger and thought it was boxy on me and a little slouchy in the waist. I complained to my friend, who took a look at me and said "Well duh, it's way too big." Turns out I am in a size small now and I had no idea. The small fit me perfectly and I am kind of excited to shop now!

All the tops I was trying on looked weird on me and I was feeling discouraged (I hate shopping). I tried on a cute one I really liked on the hanger and thought it was boxy on me and a little slouchy in the waist. I complained to my friend, who took a look at me and said "Well duh, it's way too big." Turns out I am in a size small now and I had no idea. The small fit me perfectly and I am kind of excited to shop now!

All the tops I was trying on looked weird on me and I was feeling discouraged (I hate shopping). I tried on a cute one I really liked on the hanger and thought it was boxy on me and a little slouchy in the waist. I complained to my friend, who took a look at me and said "Well duh, it's way too big." Turns out I am in a size small now and I had no idea. The small fit me perfectly and I am kind of excited to shop now!

Sassy- I go tomorrow if the Northeast blizzard ever ends. Your post was very encouraging. Thanks. H

Awww this totally warmed my heart! I am still hoping my wife will be a little more supportive... I know she's trying considering that I am changing her life too...

He sounds fantastic! Congrats!

That's so great to hear! I was soooo nervous to tell my hubby about my lap-band back when we were dating and he was fantastic about it too. He's also very supportive of my choice to go to the sleeve. Sounds like you found yourself a great man!

I am so happy for you! He definitely sounds like a keeper! I love this post
I told my fiancé about my decision to have the sleeve. We've been together for 3.5 years, and if I cannot open up to him, who am I going to open up to? He's my biggest supporter (even though he's tall and skinny, he will still eat healthy with me) and he's my "food police" when I want to "cheat".
I don't think you should be scared having this discussion. It's how you weed out the good from the bad. You told him, and he supports you! That's a good man right there! Congrats on your relationship with a keeper!

Aww he sounds like a real sweetheart! Good for you!

I'm 8 months out and I'd say the most helpful gadgets are just ramekins and small containers. I bake little portions of casseroles in the ramekins, serve most of my meals in them, it's great for making sure I'm not cooking too much. (I throw away A LOT of wasted food these days). I love little containers for my lunches at work. Keeping my portions tiny helps me not to accidentally overeat which makes me miserable and sick.

I am a secret sleever, I only told a few friends and my doctors (one of whom is a very good friend of mine). I won't get into all my reasons why, but I just decided to keep it to myself.
I always knew that when I started dating, I would have to decide when I was serious enough about someone to tell them. It's been 9 months and a lot of bad dates, but I met someone in October and he is incredible. I knew right away he was a keeper, and I pretty much dreaded the "so I've got this thing to tell you" conversation. I don't know if I just thought he would be scared off by the idea of meals always revolving around my restrictions, or that he would think I was a lazy failed dieter who took the easy way out, or if he'd see me as someone who was sick or something. But I finally told him the reason I only have a side of veggies or a cup of Soup or a few bites of my dinner when we go out is that I had most of my stomach removed. And of course, he was relieved. He said he noticed me eating like a bird and worried I might have an eating disorder, because he knew I used to be much heavier a year ago and now I'm not. I explained everything to him and that I really don't have much in the way of things I can't eat except bread and drinking milk which both give me tummy issues, so I avoid bread and I've switched to almond milk in my coffee. But other than that, nothing really is different except the amount of food I can eat. He was very accepting. When we eat out together, he confers with me on his order so we can just split his meal. He gets the veggies instead of fries on the side. He's just been lovely. And the first time I stayed over at his house, I tip-toed downstairs in the morning to find that he had bought some almond milk for me to have in my coffee.
I'm so glad I told him and I feel so silly for worrying over what he would think. This was a big step and the first "new" person I've told besides my initial support group of close friends. It was a big deal and I'm very glad it's behind me!

OMG me too!! I would make bread or get bakery bread and it would be moldy in 3 or 4 days if it wasn't eaten, and then I understood why people would have to make bread every day in the old days. Then I'd realize that a loaf of bagged bread from the bread aisle could sit for a good three weeks in my pantry without a fuzz on it-- I don't buy aisle bread anymore. And since I don't eat bread now, the kids think it's a big treat when I buy it, and only the very seedy, grainy stuff from the bakery section. And even with them devouring it daily, it gets fuzzy after a few days and we have to throw the rest in the yard. I wonder how many people who believe they have gluten intolerance actually just have an intolerance to American bread with all the preservatives in it. It's basically an edible sponge.

I am a secret sleever, I only told a few friends and my doctors (one of whom is a very good friend of mine). I won't get into all my reasons why, but I just decided to keep it to myself.
I always knew that when I started dating, I would have to decide when I was serious enough about someone to tell them. It's been 9 months and a lot of bad dates, but I met someone in October and he is incredible. I knew right away he was a keeper, and I pretty much dreaded the "so I've got this thing to tell you" conversation. I don't know if I just thought he would be scared off by the idea of meals always revolving around my restrictions, or that he would think I was a lazy failed dieter who took the easy way out, or if he'd see me as someone who was sick or something. But I finally told him the reason I only have a side of veggies or a cup of Soup or a few bites of my dinner when we go out is that I had most of my stomach removed. And of course, he was relieved. He said he noticed me eating like a bird and worried I might have an eating disorder, because he knew I used to be much heavier a year ago and now I'm not. I explained everything to him and that I really don't have much in the way of things I can't eat except bread and drinking milk which both give me tummy issues, so I avoid bread and I've switched to almond milk in my coffee. But other than that, nothing really is different except the amount of food I can eat. He was very accepting. When we eat out together, he confers with me on his order so we can just split his meal. He gets the veggies instead of fries on the side. He's just been lovely. And the first time I stayed over at his house, I tip-toed downstairs in the morning to find that he had bought some almond milk for me to have in my coffee.
I'm so glad I told him and I feel so silly for worrying over what he would think. This was a big step and the first "new" person I've told besides my initial support group of close friends. It was a big deal and I'm very glad it's behind me!

I am a secret sleever, I only told a few friends and my doctors (one of whom is a very good friend of mine). I won't get into all my reasons why, but I just decided to keep it to myself.
I always knew that when I started dating, I would have to decide when I was serious enough about someone to tell them. It's been 9 months and a lot of bad dates, but I met someone in October and he is incredible. I knew right away he was a keeper, and I pretty much dreaded the "so I've got this thing to tell you" conversation. I don't know if I just thought he would be scared off by the idea of meals always revolving around my restrictions, or that he would think I was a lazy failed dieter who took the easy way out, or if he'd see me as someone who was sick or something. But I finally told him the reason I only have a side of veggies or a cup of Soup or a few bites of my dinner when we go out is that I had most of my stomach removed. And of course, he was relieved. He said he noticed me eating like a bird and worried I might have an eating disorder, because he knew I used to be much heavier a year ago and now I'm not. I explained everything to him and that I really don't have much in the way of things I can't eat except bread and drinking milk which both give me tummy issues, so I avoid bread and I've switched to almond milk in my coffee. But other than that, nothing really is different except the amount of food I can eat. He was very accepting. When we eat out together, he confers with me on his order so we can just split his meal. He gets the veggies instead of fries on the side. He's just been lovely. And the first time I stayed over at his house, I tip-toed downstairs in the morning to find that he had bought some almond milk for me to have in my coffee.
I'm so glad I told him and I feel so silly for worrying over what he would think. This was a big step and the first "new" person I've told besides my initial support group of close friends. It was a big deal and I'm very glad it's behind me!