Swanton_Bomb

And froufrou I am so happy for you, these are down to earth NSV that matter so much, aren't you Tree Top Proud of You? And if you're like me you wait in wonderment for the next!👍😝🍀🌷

I can now cross my legs!!!!! Woo!!!

I won't watch it. It's disgusting and exploitative, making millions off the suffering of obese people and actually making them more unhealthy, miserable and metabolically resistant in the process. Shameful.

One of the reasons why I haven't told anyone except my husband and mom. You know your body and your surgeon's plan, you have consulted with a nutritionist. Everyone is different. You know your trigger foods and what stalls your loss.

Salsa. I never liked it, now I crave it. I used to despise sweet potatoes, now I like them. There are other foods that I used to like, but now I love, like spinach, and foods I used to love, and now I hate, like salmon.

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

I am currently 3 lbs. shy of being just "overweight". A long way from where I would like to be, but also a long way from being morbidly obese. I am very determined to keep going, but even if I didn't lose another pound this surgery would have been worth it. Being 50lbs. overweight is WAY different than being 100lbs. overweight, and far healthier, even if it isn't ideal.

Salsa. I never liked it, now I crave it. I used to despise sweet potatoes, now I like them. There are other foods that I used to like, but now I love, like spinach, and foods I used to love, and now I hate, like salmon.

Nice job! You are developing a nice "hourglass" shape!

Salsa. I never liked it, now I crave it. I used to despise sweet potatoes, now I like them. There are other foods that I used to like, but now I love, like spinach, and foods I used to love, and now I hate, like salmon.

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

Oddly enough, no. I have been overweight my entire adult life and obese for over 20 years. I've had all of the typical awful, humiliating moments and had considered the surgery for over a decade. Then one day, with no particular trigger, I just got tired of feeling like trash and decided to put wheels in motion and do it.

Thanks everyone. It's a weird thing. Intellectually I feel no shame for WLS. It was an excellent decision and I should have done it a long time ago. I would never judge anyone else for doing it. Yet, part of me does feel embarrassed that I couldn't do it without intervention. food is an addiction for me and I don't want to discuss something that private with others. Would an alcoholic or drug addict be expected to casually discuss their issues with others?

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

Thanks everyone. It's a weird thing. Intellectually I feel no shame for WLS. It was an excellent decision and I should have done it a long time ago. I would never judge anyone else for doing it. Yet, part of me does feel embarrassed that I couldn't do it without intervention. food is an addiction for me and I don't want to discuss something that private with others. Would an alcoholic or drug addict be expected to casually discuss their issues with others?

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

WLS has been a mind-f___ for me. Yesterday I had a spa day and they had these little brownie cubes and i ate two. They were very small, like dice. I estimated the calories and tracked them as best as I could, and I was within my total calorie limits. Later that night I kept thinking about it and was filled with unreasonable panic and dread. I felt fat, and while completely illogical I almost felt like the scale was going to ballon up this morning. I kept feeling my fat and felt bigger. Intellectually I know 3,500 calories equals a pound, but I couldn't wrap my head around facts.
Another weird thing is that I get nervous when the scale doesn't move, and oddly enough, when it moves fast. I lost really fast this week, faster than usual, and I keep getting on the scale, checking, seeing if it's right, wondering if that means I'm bound for an epic stall, wondering if I am doing anything differently that I can keep up. And I keep getting scared that suddenly the losses will suddenly stop, or that they surgery will stop working altogether. If I eat one bite too much I worry I will stretch out my sleeve and ruin it. I keep obsessing about people who gain it all back after surgery, even though I'm nowhere near goal yet.
Has the surgery messed with your head?

WLS has been a mind-f___ for me. Yesterday I had a spa day and they had these little brownie cubes and i ate two. They were very small, like dice. I estimated the calories and tracked them as best as I could, and I was within my total calorie limits. Later that night I kept thinking about it and was filled with unreasonable panic and dread. I felt fat, and while completely illogical I almost felt like the scale was going to ballon up this morning. I kept feeling my fat and felt bigger. Intellectually I know 3,500 calories equals a pound, but I couldn't wrap my head around facts.
Another weird thing is that I get nervous when the scale doesn't move, and oddly enough, when it moves fast. I lost really fast this week, faster than usual, and I keep getting on the scale, checking, seeing if it's right, wondering if that means I'm bound for an epic stall, wondering if I am doing anything differently that I can keep up. And I keep getting scared that suddenly the losses will suddenly stop, or that they surgery will stop working altogether. If I eat one bite too much I worry I will stretch out my sleeve and ruin it. I keep obsessing about people who gain it all back after surgery, even though I'm nowhere near goal yet.
Has the surgery messed with your head?

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

WLS has been a mind-f___ for me. Yesterday I had a spa day and they had these little brownie cubes and i ate two. They were very small, like dice. I estimated the calories and tracked them as best as I could, and I was within my total calorie limits. Later that night I kept thinking about it and was filled with unreasonable panic and dread. I felt fat, and while completely illogical I almost felt like the scale was going to ballon up this morning. I kept feeling my fat and felt bigger. Intellectually I know 3,500 calories equals a pound, but I couldn't wrap my head around facts.
Another weird thing is that I get nervous when the scale doesn't move, and oddly enough, when it moves fast. I lost really fast this week, faster than usual, and I keep getting on the scale, checking, seeing if it's right, wondering if that means I'm bound for an epic stall, wondering if I am doing anything differently that I can keep up. And I keep getting scared that suddenly the losses will suddenly stop, or that they surgery will stop working altogether. If I eat one bite too much I worry I will stretch out my sleeve and ruin it. I keep obsessing about people who gain it all back after surgery, even though I'm nowhere near goal yet.
Has the surgery messed with your head?

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.

Oh my goodness, I hope you feel better soon! I have found Colace to be useless, but Milk of Magnesia, while disgusting, does work really well, maybe try that next time?

Today a coworker just flat out asked if I had WLS. I haven't told anyone, and want to keep this private. I told her no, and I felt a little weird about denying it. I was really uncomfortable and I thought it was rude. She is very gossipy and I'm sure now she will be discussing this with others. I wish people would mind their own business.