siera63

Your method isn't nearly as entertaining though!

I love eggs. I have been enjoying them again at least once a day since I was allowed scrambled eggs on my puréed diet. But I like variety. In the past, that variety was supplied by adding bacon, sausage, scrapple, Spam, and various kinds of bread to go along with them. While I plan to reintroduce some of those eventually, things have been getting a little tedious. Scrambled, fried, scrambled, fried. Hard boiled, scrambled, fried. You get the idea.
So, I was standing in the kitchen this morning and decided I would try something different. I would poach my eggs! I have not had a poached egg for a looong time, and the last few times I did, someone else (i.e. the cook at the diner) was kind enough to poach them for me. I remembered my wife telling me that I didn't really need an egg poacher. I could poach them perfectly well in the microwave. All I had to do was put them in a dish of Water and heat things up. What could go wrong?
I found out what could go wrong. I happily assembled my cooking device, using a small pyrex dish filled with enough water to submerge my two eggs. I stuck it in the microwave, and hit the express cook button for 2 1\2 minutes. I thought I was being conservative, and would have plenty of leeway to avoid any accidents.
At that point, the aforementioned wife appeared in the kitchen to get her second cup of coffee. I explained what I was doing, and how I was looking forward to a different style of preparation. I was already starting to salivate in anticipation. Suddenly, without warning, there was a huge BOOOOM! I did not even have to look. I did not want to look. I already knew. She knew too.
I opened up the microwave to discover that 1) I was not having poached eggs for Breakfast and 2) I had a cleaning chore ahead of me. The scene was awful. It was as if the notorious kitchen terrorist, Abu bin Overcooked had planted a bomb in my eggs. There were bits of egg everywhere inside the microwave. There was even egg on the bottom of the glass carousel. I am not sure how that happened, but it did.
Suffice to say, I am sitting here bemoaning my lot, gnawing on a Quest Protein Bar for breakfast. The microwave is clean, and I will be researching a safer and more predictable method for poaching eggs. I wonder what's up at the diner this morning?

Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

CONGRATZ!!! WELCOME TO THE BENCH!
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Last nite I asked DH to take the ac unit out of the kitchen window cuz it was chilly in the house.
After a bit of grumbling he enlisted our darling son to assist him.
There was a small amount of manly noises, 'it slipping!' and growling from both of them while they accomplished the task. Therein lies the problem. My version of accomplishing the task vs. their version.
Now this ac unit is a snowbird and lives in the back shed for the winter. I wrongfully assumed that accomplishing the task would mean that it would find its way home with their assistance.
Silly me.[/img] [/img]
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It's resting preflight in my kitchen sink.
REALLY?!?!

Last nite I asked DH to take the ac unit out of the kitchen window cuz it was chilly in the house.
After a bit of grumbling he enlisted our darling son to assist him.
There was a small amount of manly noises, 'it slipping!' and growling from both of them while they accomplished the task. Therein lies the problem. My version of accomplishing the task vs. their version.
Now this ac unit is a snowbird and lives in the back shed for the winter. I wrongfully assumed that accomplishing the task would mean that it would find its way home with their assistance.
Silly me.[/img] [/img]
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It's resting preflight in my kitchen sink.
REALLY?!?!

Down 21.5 pounds in 11 days. I'm excited but can't silence my logical self that says that's an insane amount in such short time. Sabotaging bitch!
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Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Thank you thank you momma3. I'm gonna try that tonite. I'm 3 days PO. Having strange taste issues. Seems like the only things a can get down are savory.
I woke my husband up in the middle of the nite talking like a magpie in my sleep about how he should cook the steak and green Beans. He was so mad at me for the rest of the nite till I woke up and he could tell me how badly he is craving steak now.
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Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy.
He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia.
Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration.
I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite.
What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes.
I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom.
[Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress.
I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it."
I can manage a moan.
My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time."
I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert.
Wait, wait just a damn minute.
...log it? You have a log?
Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain?
I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Thank you thank you momma3. I'm gonna try that tonite. I'm 3 days PO. Having strange taste issues. Seems like the only things a can get down are savory.
I woke my husband up in the middle of the nite talking like a magpie in my sleep about how he should cook the steak and green Beans. He was so mad at me for the rest of the nite till I woke up and he could tell me how badly he is craving steak now.
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Communication and conversation require questions answers statements and responses. I'm thinking that your curiosity/questions has made you defensive. No one is attacking . Statements and responses are just that.
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I just got the call!!! Be at hospital at 530 am! OK stomach is full of butterflies! omg. I feel like I have forgotten something. OK. OK. OK. I know. Let go let God.
Losers bench by noon tomorrow!
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This sucks, but it sounds like you have some poison in your life. Set a goal in your mind to get out of that mess, someday. Not today, or tomorrow, but eventually you need to strike out on your own and get away from these negative influences. Even if they're family. Maybe especially if they're family.
Regarding the boyfriend, this may be the unfortunate byproduct of deciding to get your weight under control. Sometimes people are friends with us, or close to us, for reasons other than us. They include us because we enable them in some way, or we make them feel better about themselves, or whatever it may be...ultimately, it's selfish and unhealthy. So if he left you, rest assured that you are better off without him, because he was probably no good for you to begin with...even if you thought he was. You are going to start thinking of yourself differently as the weight comes off, and I suspect he wouldn't be on board with the changes.
Take this time to focus on yourself, and your goals. Tune out the negativity as best you can. This is a good community of people helping each other get through this difficult transition, lots of support here...and if your surgeon's office puts on a support group, or if there is one you can find locally (there usually are), attend them when they happen. Support groups help a lot.
Your success is not dependent on your family's support or your boyfriend's, it's dependent on YOU. This is all happening within you, and your mind, and your thoughts, and all of that is under your control. You can't control the external stuff, but you can stop letting it have too much of an impact on you. Set your goals and put your focus on them, in spite of what anyone else says. You will get there, and you will get away from those negative influences and created a positive, happy life for yourself. Just stay focused...and DRINK YOUR Water
Kevin

Just got home from the pre surgery testing that I stressed my ass off about for weeks now. I passed all the tests with flying colors!!!! Including the Nicotine Test. Yeaya! Last cigarette Aug 10. I was worried if I would be clean of nicotine by now and I AM!!
I would have rather come up pregnant at 51 then with Nicotine present in my system. The Dr thought I was kidding. Hell no. Quitting was the hardest thing I've done.
Surgery on OCTOBER 12 confirmed.
BRING IT ON BABY!
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8 days till I hit the loser bench!
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8 days till I hit the loser bench!
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Um I can't figure out where this create ticker thing is. I'm using the app for Android phone.
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Side note: my husband and I quit and the quit account has $680.00 in it. (We are in NY cigs are $11.00 a pack here.)
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Congratz on the 5 year marks mommas and tab143! I'm almost there too.
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Just got home from the pre surgery testing that I stressed my ass off about for weeks now. I passed all the tests with flying colors!!!! Including the Nicotine Test. Yeaya! Last cigarette Aug 10. I was worried if I would be clean of nicotine by now and I AM!!
I would have rather come up pregnant at 51 then with Nicotine present in my system. The Dr thought I was kidding. Hell no. Quitting was the hardest thing I've done.
Surgery on OCTOBER 12 confirmed.
BRING IT ON BABY!
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Just got home from the pre surgery testing that I stressed my ass off about for weeks now. I passed all the tests with flying colors!!!! Including the Nicotine Test. Yeaya! Last cigarette Aug 10. I was worried if I would be clean of nicotine by now and I AM!!
I would have rather come up pregnant at 51 then with Nicotine present in my system. The Dr thought I was kidding. Hell no. Quitting was the hardest thing I've done.
Surgery on OCTOBER 12 confirmed.
BRING IT ON BABY!
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