Someday

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

My sleeve date August 1st!!! The surgery is being performed in the same hospital where I was born.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

I used to spend HOURS thinking about what fast food I wanted for dinner.
I used to go to the grocery store and want to eat everything I saw.
I used to have trouble walking because of my knees.

Give me their current work addresses, I'll fix this...

A year ago I would have said no, weight does not matter.
But a year ago I was miserable and trapped and still drinking the kool-aid.
I was living with someone I still care about very much...but he had gained so much weight that his knees could no longer support him. He needed to lose weight in order to get bilateral knee replacements. He was completely bedbound and I was his full-time caretaker. I fully admit that I was an enabler. I gave him what he asked for in terms of food. I trusted him when he said he did his physical therapy exercises while I was out of the house. I was blinded by my love for him and it was unhealthy for us both. I gained 60 lbs. while with him.
Family and friends begged me to leave him, but I loved him, and I would not give up on someone I loved. I tried giving him healthier food, but he would beg for junk and guilt trip the heck out of me. I would try to get him to do his exercises, but he would have any number of excuses why he couldn't. Finally, I had to admit that he was not doing anything to help himself. He was simply not interested in getting better.
For my own menatal, emotional and physical health, I found a care facility for him and moved far enough away that I can't visit him very often (every time I visit he begs for junk food and alcohol). He is doing slightly better in this facility but has not lost much weight, even though his diet is supervised.
Weight SHOULD NOT matter in a relationship, unless someone else's weight and unhappiness is directly affecting your own.

Now all I want is someone to go swing dancing with.

A year ago I would have said no, weight does not matter.
But a year ago I was miserable and trapped and still drinking the kool-aid.
I was living with someone I still care about very much...but he had gained so much weight that his knees could no longer support him. He needed to lose weight in order to get bilateral knee replacements. He was completely bedbound and I was his full-time caretaker. I fully admit that I was an enabler. I gave him what he asked for in terms of food. I trusted him when he said he did his physical therapy exercises while I was out of the house. I was blinded by my love for him and it was unhealthy for us both. I gained 60 lbs. while with him.
Family and friends begged me to leave him, but I loved him, and I would not give up on someone I loved. I tried giving him healthier food, but he would beg for junk and guilt trip the heck out of me. I would try to get him to do his exercises, but he would have any number of excuses why he couldn't. Finally, I had to admit that he was not doing anything to help himself. He was simply not interested in getting better.
For my own menatal, emotional and physical health, I found a care facility for him and moved far enough away that I can't visit him very often (every time I visit he begs for junk food and alcohol). He is doing slightly better in this facility but has not lost much weight, even though his diet is supervised.
Weight SHOULD NOT matter in a relationship, unless someone else's weight and unhappiness is directly affecting your own.

Now all I want is someone to go swing dancing with.

A year ago I would have said no, weight does not matter.
But a year ago I was miserable and trapped and still drinking the kool-aid.
I was living with someone I still care about very much...but he had gained so much weight that his knees could no longer support him. He needed to lose weight in order to get bilateral knee replacements. He was completely bedbound and I was his full-time caretaker. I fully admit that I was an enabler. I gave him what he asked for in terms of food. I trusted him when he said he did his physical therapy exercises while I was out of the house. I was blinded by my love for him and it was unhealthy for us both. I gained 60 lbs. while with him.
Family and friends begged me to leave him, but I loved him, and I would not give up on someone I loved. I tried giving him healthier food, but he would beg for junk and guilt trip the heck out of me. I would try to get him to do his exercises, but he would have any number of excuses why he couldn't. Finally, I had to admit that he was not doing anything to help himself. He was simply not interested in getting better.
For my own menatal, emotional and physical health, I found a care facility for him and moved far enough away that I can't visit him very often (every time I visit he begs for junk food and alcohol). He is doing slightly better in this facility but has not lost much weight, even though his diet is supervised.
Weight SHOULD NOT matter in a relationship, unless someone else's weight and unhappiness is directly affecting your own.

Now all I want is someone to go swing dancing with.

A year ago I would have said no, weight does not matter.
But a year ago I was miserable and trapped and still drinking the kool-aid.
I was living with someone I still care about very much...but he had gained so much weight that his knees could no longer support him. He needed to lose weight in order to get bilateral knee replacements. He was completely bedbound and I was his full-time caretaker. I fully admit that I was an enabler. I gave him what he asked for in terms of food. I trusted him when he said he did his physical therapy exercises while I was out of the house. I was blinded by my love for him and it was unhealthy for us both. I gained 60 lbs. while with him.
Family and friends begged me to leave him, but I loved him, and I would not give up on someone I loved. I tried giving him healthier food, but he would beg for junk and guilt trip the heck out of me. I would try to get him to do his exercises, but he would have any number of excuses why he couldn't. Finally, I had to admit that he was not doing anything to help himself. He was simply not interested in getting better.
For my own menatal, emotional and physical health, I found a care facility for him and moved far enough away that I can't visit him very often (every time I visit he begs for junk food and alcohol). He is doing slightly better in this facility but has not lost much weight, even though his diet is supervised.
Weight SHOULD NOT matter in a relationship, unless someone else's weight and unhappiness is directly affecting your own.

Now all I want is someone to go swing dancing with.

I was at the hospital for 2 nights because I had a terrible reaction to the morphine. I just got home this afternoon and have been doing my walking like a good little patient. I've just never been a huge fan of this kind of pain. And I detest the powdered drugs. They make me want to vomit. But I'll do what I have to because I know it gets better. Thank you all for letting me vent about this.

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I was at the hospital for 2 nights because I had a terrible reaction to the morphine. I just got home this afternoon and have been doing my walking like a good little patient. I've just never been a huge fan of this kind of pain. And I detest the powdered drugs. They make me want to vomit. But I'll do what I have to because I know it gets better. Thank you all for letting me vent about this.

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I was at the hospital for 2 nights because I had a terrible reaction to the morphine. I just got home this afternoon and have been doing my walking like a good little patient. I've just never been a huge fan of this kind of pain. And I detest the powdered drugs. They make me want to vomit. But I'll do what I have to because I know it gets better. Thank you all for letting me vent about this.

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Just left the hospital and wow...I'm really hurting. My new little stomach keeps spasming (the meds they gave for that don't help as much as they should.)
Any tips on dealing with this? So far this whole thing is sucking hard in a bad way.
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I have BCBS of WNY and I got approval in less than a week. My doctor submitted on a Thursday and by the next Tuesday I was approved. BUT my doctor's office has a specific plan that you have to go through including a pre-submission insurance review where they check everything over and match it up with your insurance to give the best chance of approval before they even send it out.

@Drealeeanne should be having her surgery today, I remember seeing all things she was going to pack in her hospital bag. I hope she and all the other July30th baripals had good successful surgeries and are waking up, sipping and learning to handle their new tummies. With every day I get closer to mine, I love reading each account,it makes it so much more real for me. Good Luck and Good Healing to all, no matter,where you might be!💊😝🌈❤

In August 1st! Getting nervous and excited!!

A year ago I would have said no, weight does not matter.
But a year ago I was miserable and trapped and still drinking the kool-aid.
I was living with someone I still care about very much...but he had gained so much weight that his knees could no longer support him. He needed to lose weight in order to get bilateral knee replacements. He was completely bedbound and I was his full-time caretaker. I fully admit that I was an enabler. I gave him what he asked for in terms of food. I trusted him when he said he did his physical therapy exercises while I was out of the house. I was blinded by my love for him and it was unhealthy for us both. I gained 60 lbs. while with him.
Family and friends begged me to leave him, but I loved him, and I would not give up on someone I loved. I tried giving him healthier food, but he would beg for junk and guilt trip the heck out of me. I would try to get him to do his exercises, but he would have any number of excuses why he couldn't. Finally, I had to admit that he was not doing anything to help himself. He was simply not interested in getting better.
For my own menatal, emotional and physical health, I found a care facility for him and moved far enough away that I can't visit him very often (every time I visit he begs for junk food and alcohol). He is doing slightly better in this facility but has not lost much weight, even though his diet is supervised.
Weight SHOULD NOT matter in a relationship, unless someone else's weight and unhappiness is directly affecting your own.

Now all I want is someone to go swing dancing with.

I could f*ck almost anyone..provided they have what I'm most attracted to:
1. intelligence.
2. Humor.
3. Progressive views and values.
4. An incredibly sexy speaking voice and unique command of language (I confess, this is my kryptonite)
5. Humility and compassion.
6. Confidence. Confidence. Confidence. Confidence is hot.
7. Creativity.
For all of these reasons....I could f*ck Tony Soprano and Tyrion Lannister...and it would be incredibly hot.
Maybe I just like Byronic Anti-heros? I don't know.
There are a LOT of physical imperfections I could overlook for a guy with the above attributes.
The mind is far more attactive to me than the body.
And as we age? Bodies go to absolute ****. LOL. Beauty is fleeting. A fascinating mind is forever. Invest in something with more substance.

Typically overweight people and healthy people have different lifestyles. This can lead to incompatibility on lots of levels.
It is also hard to watch someone you care about be sick and unhealthy, over time this can wear at a relationship too.

None of them. Honestly, I am living for Premier Protein shakes (premade ones). You can get them at Walmart or Sam's Club, and the they are awesome. 30g of Protein, 5g of carbs, only 1g of sugar and they taste great! Especially the chocolate and the caramel!