highfunctioningfatman

I'm not sleeved yet but I'm making choices like I am. I went to a convince store not long ago looking for something to eat. In the past it was easy, some carb fueled crappy thing and off I would go. I ended up buying a cheese stick that the nutrition label really didn't scream EAT ME FAT MAN but it was better than my previous choices. Convenience stores aren't really all that convenient now.

I'm not sleeved yet but I'm making choices like I am. I went to a convince store not long ago looking for something to eat. In the past it was easy, some carb fueled crappy thing and off I would go. I ended up buying a cheese stick that the nutrition label really didn't scream EAT ME FAT MAN but it was better than my previous choices. Convenience stores aren't really all that convenient now.

I personally know 5 people who have been to him in Tijuana. Three of those are Healthcare professionals and they said that it it the cleanest facility that they have ever been in. His coordinator sucks but it turns out that one of my friends is a coordinator as well and all has been golden since.

Only 3 1/2 months out but thought I'd share too!

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I know exactly which surgeon I want to do my surgery. I know 5 people have been to this particular surgeon. I feel very comfortable with the surgeon but I was not happy with his coordinator. When speaking to one of my friends I found out that they are a coordinator for that surgeon as well. It has been a completely refreshing experience to deal with the person that is my friend. It does make me wonder however how much business has been lost for this surgeon over the years by this coordinator and her lack of communication.

I'm truly going to miss sushi. The first date with my beautiful wife was to sushi. The night we were married, sushi. Our first anniversary, sushi. Half of our anniversaries, sushi. We have made a 7 hour round trip just to go for sushi.

Sashimi (just the fish) is good to go. Sushi has the rice.

Did I mention sushi? Oh, I have a Wasabi addiction as well.

Did I mention sushi? Oh, I have a Wasabi addiction as well.

I'm truly going to miss sushi. The first date with my beautiful wife was to sushi. The night we were married, sushi. Our first anniversary, sushi. Half of our anniversaries, sushi. We have made a 7 hour round trip just to go for sushi.

The most awkward moment for me is also one of the most joyful moments since my WLS.
It was when me sweatpants fell off while catching a 42" Striped Bass from the surf of the Raritan Bay.
I was the only woman surf fishing during the sunrise when I found myself chest high in the salt Water with only my new blues undies on.
As awkward as it was, the men on the beach were wonderful, jovial, retrieved my extra shorts from my car and were willing to take a solemn oath (the cross your heart and hope to die kind) NOT to take any pictures.
By the way?
I caught the fish!

Only if it is low carb plywood covered with Premier Protein powder and dipped in Unjury chicken broth.

I told my wife about your "glisten" comment because she worked out at the gym today. This is a direct quote from my wonderful, beautiful wife. "I worked out so hard today that I sweat more than a prostitute in front of a preacher on confession day ". Apparently she doesn't glisten lol!

My boss had the surgery last August. I never saw her as a big woman. She is one of those women who looked beautiful with her curves. We were talking on Friday and she mentioned that she keeps getting the full pat down going through security at every airport in the last couple months and she thinks that it is because she looks nothing like her driver's license. It was issued last July and OMG she looks like a completely different person.

My secret to deviled eggs is to pickle them first then take hidden valley spicy ranch dressing packet and mix it with Greek yogurt, sweet pickle relish and the yolks.

There you go again making me hungry with your seafood!

My favorite lyrics can be found in garages, on the street, on the drag strip, a circle track... you get the idea. If it's 8 cylinders, loud and has lots of horsepower it is playing my favorite song.
I literally just took this photo a couple of minutes ago as I was walking out of my office. This is the shirt that I was wearing under my work shirt.

Although I probably shouldn't admit this I do love the song of two lovely cylinders as well. This is not my bike, mine is currently broken :-( I did however "borrow" this bike yesterday from my coworker after he went home. I took it up a nice twisty road and had a lot of fun while getting it over a hundred plus miles an hour multiple times. I'm not always the brightest one. Damn horsepower! It is addictive...

Make that an EXTREMELY regular basis. Now my beautiful wife is laying next to me sleeping soundly and is completely oblivious to the fact that she sounds like she is operating a Fairbanks Morse hit and miss engine. My eyes are watering and my nostrils are burning. Even the dog left the room.

I have always had the ability to scrounge something up out of just about nothing. Tonight was no exception. I made a steak salad with a Mexican flair. I dug through the refrigerator I made up a substitute for sour cream using yogurt, adobo Chiles and God only knows what kind of salsa I found buried in the back of the fridge. It was much hotter than I intended to be but it wasn't half bad. I don't believe that this was such a good idea and apparently neither does my body based upon the horrible stench that is erupting out of my rear end on a semi-regular basis.

Make that an EXTREMELY regular basis. Now my beautiful wife is laying next to me sleeping soundly and is completely oblivious to the fact that she sounds like she is operating a Fairbanks Morse hit and miss engine. My eyes are watering and my nostrils are burning. Even the dog left the room.

Make that an EXTREMELY regular basis. Now my beautiful wife is laying next to me sleeping soundly and is completely oblivious to the fact that she sounds like she is operating a Fairbanks Morse hit and miss engine. My eyes are watering and my nostrils are burning. Even the dog left the room.

I have always had the ability to scrounge something up out of just about nothing. Tonight was no exception. I made a steak salad with a Mexican flair. I dug through the refrigerator I made up a substitute for sour cream using yogurt, adobo Chiles and God only knows what kind of salsa I found buried in the back of the fridge. It was much hotter than I intended to be but it wasn't half bad. I don't believe that this was such a good idea and apparently neither does my body based upon the horrible stench that is erupting out of my rear end on a semi-regular basis.

Make that an EXTREMELY regular basis. Now my beautiful wife is laying next to me sleeping soundly and is completely oblivious to the fact that she sounds like she is operating a Fairbanks Morse hit and miss engine. My eyes are watering and my nostrils are burning. Even the dog left the room.

Make that an EXTREMELY regular basis. Now my beautiful wife is laying next to me sleeping soundly and is completely oblivious to the fact that she sounds like she is operating a Fairbanks Morse hit and miss engine. My eyes are watering and my nostrils are burning. Even the dog left the room.

To once again not being afraid of anything with 4 legs, I'm not talking about animals, I'm taking about these plastic reminders of my weight.