maryd2929

I don't have any advice since I'm not trying to get pregnant. I just love your post because you are trying. I'm proud of you for that and for losing 100 pounds!
But, since your sugar is high, it makes me wonder if maybe you're eating too many carbs or fattening things? I know you said you're still dieting, but are you cheating with meals?
Also, have you ever thought about Spironolactone? It's a potassium sparing diuretic that blocks testosterone. I took it and it really helped! It took away amlost all the excess hair I had from too much testosterone.

Sounds great! I lost about 40 before my surgery which was last week. I've already started a very large pile of clothes that are too big. Trying to decide between donating and going to a consignment store so I could at least get a few dollars back. And I'm checking out smaller sizes at Goodwill to get me through the next months when everything will be changing quite a bit. I love this idea for a topic NSV! Sent from my SM-G920V using the BariatricPal App

You had me at "porn".

Be careful guys. You are both fresh outa surgery.
Give it some time and fully heal.

I also did not post anything to FB about my surgery and I only told three people. I think I updated my profile picture, which I had set as an older picture for quite some time at about 8 months out, then again at a little over a year. I haven't update my profile pic since Christmas, but the amusement of looking cute in pictures hasn't quite escaped me yet, lol.

I live down the NJ shore! Every week I go to the beach with my daughters and grand kids on Tuesday. The week of surgery I was on post diet. Was huffing to the spot we sit at. Could barely get up out of the chair. Week after surgery I was feeling ok, walking better! But, week 3 I not only could walk without huffing, I could wear a bathing suit I was hoping to fit into by the end of the summer. And I got up out of my chair with ease and was able to run up and down with the waves with my grandchildren! And play in the sand!????
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I'm only 2 weeks post-op but my first NSV was pulling out a dress shirt from wayyyy back in my closet (it actually had dust on it, that's how long it's been since I wore it last) and I buttoned it up and it fit.
I'm a teacher and one of my many goals is to wear buttoned shirts and ties to school. I never have before because they were uncomfortable and I just didn't like how I looked in them. I've got a month and a half to make it happen!
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Looks like they did the placebo surgery on you...
JUST KIDDING! Enjoy the no complication recovery, mine was pretty easy too

70 minutes to go! I am eager for this! Didn't sleep much last night but I guess I'll be sleeping today!
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70 minutes to go! I am eager for this! Didn't sleep much last night but I guess I'll be sleeping today!
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70 minutes to go! I am eager for this! Didn't sleep much last night but I guess I'll be sleeping today!
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Bonnie Raitt did it best:
"I Can't Make You Love Me"


Turn down the lights;
Turn down the bed.
Turn down these voices
Inside my head.

Lay down with me;
Tell me no lies.
Just hold me close;
Don't patronize.

Don't patronize me.

[Chorus:]
'Cuz I can't make you love me
If you don't.
You can't make your heart feel
Something it won't.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power;
But you won't.
No, you won't.
'Cuz I can't make you love me
If you don't.

I'll close my eyes,
Then I won't see
The love you don't feel
When you're holding me.

Morning will come,
And I'll do what's right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.

And I will give up this fight.

Thanks for the play by play! It's very helpful. I go to the batters box Tuesday morning. And after that the losers bench. Blue IV Carter...love it! Sent from my SM-G920V using the BariatricPal App

Me, too! Not too nervous but ready to get this show on the road already. :-) Sent from my SM-G920V using the BariatricPal App

Thanks for the play by play! It's very helpful. I go to the batters box Tuesday morning. And after that the losers bench. Blue IV Carter...love it! Sent from my SM-G920V using the BariatricPal App

Me, too! Not too nervous but ready to get this show on the road already. :-) Sent from my SM-G920V using the BariatricPal App

Me, too--July 12! Excited and eager!
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Me, too--July 12! Excited and eager!
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Looking at my journey over the past decade-plus, I can see the fallout from my terrible mentality of weight loss at any cost. But, really, at what cost? At the cost of my sanity? At the cost of my self-esteem? At the cost of my health?

People say you have nothing if you don’t have your health, and as I get older, that truth can no longer be ignored.


When I had my roux-n-y gastric bypass surgery in 2005, my goal was to lose weight. Specifically, I wanted to lose 225 pounds.

At just over five feet tall and 343 pounds, I was super morbidly obese. Those are the facts, but what is also true is that my weight has been the bane of my existence for my entire life. Or, at least, since I was about three years old, when I first realized that my weight fell on the less socially “acceptable” end of the spectrum.

So, yes, weight loss was the goal I set for myself, but what I see now is that all I really wanted was to slip into the spectrum of acceptability enjoyed by women who wear single digit jeans. It was about fitting in. It was about not standing out. It was about being “normal.”

At no point was it ever really about being healthy.

In the two years after my surgery, I dedicated my days to working out and eating as little as possible. Ultimately, I lost 201 pounds. It wasn’t the hoped for 225, but I was a size eight - victory, right?

Not exactly. Even at a size eight, I struggled with body acceptance. I still felt like a fish out of Water and worse, I couldn’t seem to sync up with the woman in the mirror. I had a new body, but I didn’t feel like “me” anymore.

And worse still, I didn’t feel healthy. Sure, I’d lost 200 pounds. By all the usual measures (and certainly by societal expectations), I was “cured,” but I felt sick. My energy was low, my sleep was all over the place, and I was incredibly frustrated by a diet that seemed barely sustainable for any length of time.

That diet piece was my fault, of course. So determined to lose the weight, I worked hard to hit my daily Protein goal, even if that meant I consumed hard boiled eggs three times a day and literally nothing else. For much of the past 11 years since my surgery, I’ve been riding a roller coaster. I’ve lost and gained weight over and over, the pendulum swinging back and forth and my emotions following. I have suffered serious Vitamin deficiencies and still struggle to disconnect guilt from the simple act of eating. In this state of mind, it’s been easy for me to sacrifice overall well being for short-term gain, or in my case, loss.

Despite the fact that I didn’t really feel that great, it still took a while to realize why. When weight loss was the goal, I needed only to focus on the aspects of my new life that supported it: protein, calorie counting, and obsessive exercise.

Health has been the missing piece all along.

Focusing on my health has required a total turnabout. It means that I’ve had to reevaluate my goals. I’d lived so much of my life with oversimplified ideals: thin equals good, fat equals bad. The reality is more complex, as it so often is.

Looking at my journey over the past decade-plus, I can see the fallout from my terrible mentality of weight loss at any cost. But, at what cost really? At the cost of my sanity? At the cost of my self-esteem? At the cost of my health?

People say you have nothing if you don’t have your health, and as I get older, that truth can no longer be ignored.

Today, I am 89 pounds heavier than my lowest post-op weight. Typing those words makes the old me cringe… I feel waves of embarrassment, shame, anger, frustration, and the ever useless guilt.

The new part of me, the one I am working to healthfully feed mind, body, and soul, feels hope. I feel hope because I remember the young woman that weighed 138 pounds, and I know that I was less healthy standing on that scale back then than I am today in my double digit jeans. This new woman I see in the mirror still wants to lose weight, but as a byproduct of a healthy life.

Health has become my personal mission. I wasted a lot of time hating myself to obesity and then hating myself thin. My plan now is to love myself healthy. To do all that I do in the pursuit of weight loss and health with kindness to the woman in the mirror, no matter how she looks.

If any of what I’ve written resonates, I hope you too can break free. My wish for you is that as you walk your own path, you keep your eyes trained on your health goals and not simply on the scale.

Made it through first day of my liquid diet! Two weeks till surgery...can't wait!
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I'm almost to my 6 month mark and I'm feeling great! I'm 86 pounds down and have about another 75 more to go!

Exercise ???????????

Yoga/Vodka .....

This made me giggle .....