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Maybe it is a little funny....but it would only be ironic if wasa had snuck into Mexico illegally to take advantage of free medical care.

Eh, I think you have already won. The mirror forbids me, Fanny. Hey Hey!! Congrats!! *lights virtual cigar* Just like his mama....

You guys are freaks!! I mean that in a good way.

Just covertly toss a tictac in their mouth when they're yawning or something. I love the hill country. I would live there if all of the family weren't in northeast Texas. I went to college in San Marcos and LOVED it there. All those little German towns in that area are beautiful. Eh, live and learn. It's just part of the process. I usually do ok on eggs (but they have to be kinda soft scrambled) Seriously? That's almost a pound a week! You're right on target, Donna. With this slow weight loss, maybe you won't have all the "skin issues", and can post all those cheesecake photos that we all want to see. (and by "we all" I mean "me"....just sounds less creepy the first way).

I don't know you smartiegirl, but the thought of you personally buying a HARDCORE porn mag made me laugh a little. Sexist? Yes.......but I still think it's funny.

What's up Boswell? The more guys the merrier. Welcome aboard, glad to have ya here!

Massusse: Would you like a "happy ending", SNT? SNT: Er, well....I guess so. Massusse: Here's some chocolate, and let's go shopping...

Um, are you aware that somebody has placed a "chuck" behind your head??

My breath smells like macho. It makes ladies ovulate. Anywho, the weird / funny / awkward thing is that the close talker is a dude!! And he does it to everybody! He is oblivious (although a genuine and kind-hearted guy) to personal space.

OMG, Donna, you are cracking me up! You're killing me! Hey, that's going to be my new opening line when meeting new people: "Wanna touch my junk?" Oh, that's a professional all right......the oldest profession. I wonder if women ever get propositioned for a "happy ending" when they go for a massage??

My new favorite quote. Best. Quote. Ever.

Tap, you sicko. I'm good, how YOU durin? BTW, do not be afraid to use the multiquote. The multiquote is your friend. Accept the multiquote. Love the multiquote. Do not be afraid to use the multiquote. Do not be afraid to let your eyes get hurt by the multiquote. The multiquote is your friend. Accept the multiquote. Love the multiquote. I hate, hate, hate close talkers too.....and I have a pretty good friend that is the worst about it, especially when drinking.

Why Beth, you salty so-and-so......a tattoo! I'm so proud. I'm thinking of getting a half-sleeve done around Christmas (because nothing says "I Celebrate the birth of my Lord" like getting a tattoo, eh?). I would love to get a full sleeve, but it's a no-no in the healthcare industry.....so I'll settle for something I can semi-hide. What is your hidden tattoo of? And where is it hidden?

How many calories / day? It is helpful for some of us to journal everything we eat. That way, we can go back and review at the end of the week (or whatever) exactly how many calories we're having. It's easy to lose track or underestimate the calories. Or it could be that you're not eating enough, and your body is trying to go into "starvation mode". Whatever the case, this is something you need to discuss with your surgeon.

Sounds like you are too tight. If it's hard to swallow food, then you need an unfill, period. It could be lack of certain hormones, then. Even if you are on HRT, your levels might be screwed up. Yikes......'cause I saw this earlier: So maybe you just forgot about the Anvil? Nah. If it were that simple, there wouldn't be any fat people in the world. There wouldn't be a need for the lapband. Remember, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Bingo. You're too tight. Well, but earlier you said: Look, I'm not trying to play "gotcha" with what you posted earlier. My point is, if you're mis-remembering these things (drinking with the meals and the Anvil), then maybe you weren't following the rules as close as you thought you were. Unlike the above respondents, I don't think you're just trying to spam. I think you're frustrated with your band. But I also think that you can still turn things around. My advice (even though you didn't ask for it) is to consult a bariatric surgeon (one familiar and comfortable with a gastric band), and tell him your story. I'd bet on an unfill, though. Lastly, this MediZone plan sounds like a bunch of crap to me. Basically, you get some quack (whose office is behind a Long John Silver's) to prescribe you speed to lose some weight. When you quit the drugs, the weight will come back, probably more than before because the drugs have screwed up your metabolism. You can still turn this around, Sunny Skies!!

Hey Cammy, welcome aboard. I love my lapband. It's working pretty great for me. I think the most challenging part of having a band is having to change some old bad habits. The band is really only a bridge to get you to a healthier lifestyle....you still have to do your part....but that's also one of the biggest rewards. The weight loss is pretty rewarding too, lol. It sucks that you may not have strong family support. But there are a ton of friendly people here that will try and help. I would strongly recommend that you start researching all weight loss surgeries before you decide which, if any, are right for you. Good luck!

Doesn't excuse the incursion into violence. The protesters were way more credible and sympathetic when they were practicing civil disobedience. They're not gonna win hearts and minds by stomping some little old lady's crucifix...

17 kids?!? *stunned*

Yum....a lithium cocktail: 2 300 Mg tabs of Lithium (dissolved in a sweet cherry syrup) 1 shot of Vodka lemonaide to fill *shake well, pour over ice, let the magic begin* What's a good name for this delicious beverage, people??

Sheesh, who uses multiquote like that? Heeheee...

Yes. I'm cool, she's a nerd. Hey Beth, ya don't have to like it....ya just have to do it. So bitch away if needed.

Awesome! Congrats!

Hmmmm....I've had some patients that have wallowed in their own mud. Even Febreeze couldn't make that situation tolerable. Gah! Lulu just metaphorically lit the fuse!! Everybody duck and cover!!

....and then the sun turned blood red! *Dum-Dum-DUM!!*

Fantastic news! It does get easier. Hang in there. Sounds like it was liquids for you that whole night too, heehee....ewww.