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OAGBPal

Mini Gastric Bypass Patients
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  1. Hi there! Good for you for reaching out. First of all, don't be afraid to talk to the staff there; they're there for you and have seen a ton of patients in your situation. >How long do these mini walks to avoid blood clots need to last? Just long enough to 'shift' the blood in your body. Literally 2 minutes is a million times better than 0. Simply moving your legs while in bed is a great way to avoid clots, too. Walking is best, but any activity will do. Don't be afraid, you're doing well. >I am terrified of damaging anything. I remember this so well, aww They suture you up, and they even stress test the pouch. Don't overdo anything, but also don't be afraid. Teeny tiny sips. You can't rip your insides turning in bed, btw, but do be careful with the incision sites. Take a deep breath, the worst part is already behind you. Hugs!
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    VSG 3 week Post Op

    Hi there! Check out some bariatric blogs or Youtube for inspiration. I nearly fell off my chair when I saw lack of tomatoes would cause someone to run out of food options ... then I remembered it's because I live in a terrible climate where tomatoes aren't as delicious as I bet they are where you live However, in the grand scheme of things, it's something you can definitely work around. In terms of fluids, I'd really try changing 'trying' to 'doing'. Dehydration is terrible. Best of luck!
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    Four Week Post RNY

    Thanks for sharing! It's definitely interesting, and we MGB'ers are a weird mix of everything with our lower-set pouch, longer bypass, one anastomosis ... so I'm just listening and learning. I hope you'll get to where you want to go, and that the inclusion of a bypass will give you an additional tool in the long run with the malabsorptive part!
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    Let's talk eating disorders. I'll go first:

    Thanks to all of you for your responses. I really didn't think anyone would read through that whole thing, ha! Kristie, that's really interesting to hear. Moderation within guidelines, but with room to live. That sounds really healthy! Wish you well, too mswillis5, thanks for sharing this. I know it's not easy to talk about. Your post inspired some reflection about the things I thought about while in therapy. If you can use some of them for your own thinking, I'll share a few thoughts, but they're not meant to (nor could they) be 'advice', OK? - This disorder is social, and can be solved socially. BED felt like a prison for me; a prison slowly shrinking the size of my life while increasing the size of my body. My world got smaller and smaller, and the smaller it got, the more I binged. Finding the courage to share this with my closest friends and family immediately gave me strength to fight back. Sharing my thoughts in group therapy and hearing others' made me feel connected and heard. Those two things in combination gave me the power to say Hey, wait a minute ... I can go to restaurants and parties if I damn well please. If anyone has a problem with what I look like, that's their problem, not mine. And so I did. Got a flimsy patio chair, I'd ask for a better one instead of hoping and praying I wouldn't break it. Etc. I'm still not okay with how horrible the world is set up for people of different sizes. I will to my death defend the right of anyone to be whatever size they want to be. The more I broke out of the prison, the less binge urges I had. If I want ice cream, I'll have it. But now that I'm not using it to smash down my feelings, I sure can't eat all that much of it. This goes post op, too. I've had wine, fries, fizzy drinks. As in half a glass, 5 fries, half a cup. Fully enjoyed it, plan on doing it again some day. Why? Because I can. Take that, restriction competition crowd, lol. Thank you so much for sharing your story, too. I chuckled a good amount at championship yo-yoer! Honestly, separating food and emotions is such a key, and you've already identified it. I guess the hard part is to break the habit of silencing emotions with food, and ask oneself 'hey, what would happen if I let myself feel something before I eat?'. That was a bit of a hill to climb for me. As in "sure, you can eat pizza, dude, but journal first and then see how it goes'. Oh, pizza craving gone? Well, well, look at that. --- I hope others feel invited to reflect on their relationship with food and possibly share here or elsewhere on the site! Thanks all!
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    SIPS procedure coming up

    I wanted this procedure when researching for my WLS, but nobody does it here. So I went with the mini bypass, which has quite a lot of similarities to SIPS. Should my MGB fail, god forbid, SIPS would be a logical revision. Looks very interesting, and I'm curious to hear from people who had it, too!
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    Let's talk eating disorders. I'll go first:

    Thanks for reading and reacting, I really appreciate the care that went into your response . I'm not on any meds, no, and I'm doing fantastic now, also in terms of understanding how I react to social stimuli. I see my therapist once a month to make sure things stay great. Or, really, to make sure I am in touch with my inner self. I like him, that inner self. I did want to start the talk, however, because it's just so ... weird? how lacking it is here. I mean, there's a subforum for weight loss medicine, but not one for mental health and WLS? That's odd to me, given what we know about how people end up needing WLS in the first place. You sound like you at least share my view the mental side is important! I realize it's a sensitive topic, so I wanted to share my own story to let people know these experiences are neither something to be ashamed about, nor something you need to be alone with.
  7. I'm six weeks out from surgery. Everything is going well; I'm confident I made the right choice. My biggest concern right now? How disordered my relationship with food will be in a year or two. I'll share my story with weight and disordered eating here. Feel free to share thoughts yourself, whatever they may be. Some of this might be a tad controversial (and in general). I apologize in advance for making it long. ---- Overview In 2019, I was (finally) diagnosed with Binge Eating Disorder (BED). I thought such a diagnosis couldn't fit me. An eating disorder? That's something for mental patients. Not me, a well-educated, professional guy?! Yet I had sought out help myself, because yes, I did know it had gotten way out of hand. Many, many years ago. In fact, I've had a troubled relationship with food all my life (ring a bell, anyone?) And there it was, the diagnosis. You definitely have BED. Fat-Fit-Fat-Fitter-Fat-Really Fat My journey looks like so many others'. I'll share it anyway, just in case you'd like to feel like there's someone else like you out there. I was a chubby kid, didn't really get teased, but there were hurtful comments. Like being mistaken for a girl as a 12-year-old boy ... that one hurt. Yet at 12, I was already well aware I was 'wrong': I remember my mom putting me on a diet when I was 6. That I could have cake only if I exercised first at the age of 9. My first supervised diet was in the 5th grade. My teacher would weigh me every Monday, and I'd be instructed to go for long walks in the afternoons. I don't remember how it ended. Just that it - I - was a problem. I was doing sports, so I can't have been all that overweight. In the 9th grade, I had my first run-in with a new kind of eating disorder. Actually, I had already been binge-eating alone since I was 7, but now I was madly in love, and I wanted to lose weight. Fast. I exercised like crazy, and lost a ton of weight over the summer. People complimented me. I gained it all back in a year. High school was fine. Again, lost a bunch of weight in the middle of it, gained some back. Moved away for university, lost weight again, eventually ended up in being dumped by someone I cared about a lot ... pretty much for being 20 lbs overweight. 'I want a boyfriend with sixpack abs'. I was 190 lbs. With no sixpack. So that hurt. A lot. I responded the best I knew how: diet and exercise. Lots and lots of it. Compliments followed. Sixpack. Eventually got back into the same relationship. Gained a little weight, got dumped again. This time without reason, but I knew. Oh, I knew. I knew how dumb I was for going back, too. Then something truly broke inside me. I landed a killer job, and wanted to do well. Here I was, a boy from Bumf*ck Nowhere, from a family of high school dropouts, with a job in a fancy building in the city. But I wasn't happy. Because I was eating. And gaining weight. Serious weight. Over the next 10 years, I fell deeper and deeper into my binge eating disorder. Work still went fine-ish, because I made sure to overcompensate for my lack of physical attraction in client meetings by being prepared and going the extra mile every time. Unfortunately, I went no miles for myself. Eventually, I had arrived at 364 lbs. Yep, I gained 174 lbs in 10 years. Sure, there were the occasional "this time I really mean it" diets. You know them. Lose 30 lbs, get all the praise (and relief, maybe) from people, and then right back to gaining 50. For every late night with two pizzas and fries ending a whole day of starvation, I would hate myself just a little more. Eventually, my friends stopped asking if I wanted to go play ball in the park. I suddenly wasn't invited to dinner parties. And wouldn't come if they had asked. I loathed going to family stuff. Declined seeing friends if I had gained even more since they saw me last time. I can go when I've been on a diet, I told myself. Mom, I need help I'll never forget the look on her face. We are in a parking garage in the city. My mom is here to visit me. I ask her, again, if I can borrow a bit of money. I tell her I had some unforeseen expenses. In reality, I've spent 2,000 dollars on food this month and I'm broke. And I need more money for groceries, I tell myself. In reality, I need it for fastfood. I just don't want to admit it to myself, and even less to her. 'Yes, of course you can', she says, 'but I need to know if you're alright. I don't feel like you are'. I look at her and try to come up with my usual excuses. It's work. I'm stressed. Big client left. Something. This time, I can't keep it together anymore. I start crying. We talk for fifteen minutes under the neon light there. She says she's heard of something called Binge Eating Disorder and that there's treatment options starting now, even if it's not an approved diagnosis here yet. I say I'll look into it. Do I have Binge Eating Disorder? Back home, I immediately start googling. Finally a disease where googling doesn't lead you to cancer ... I digress. Jokes aside (this is a serious story, after all), I look at the self-diagnosis questions: During the last 3 months, did you have any episodes of excessive overeating (i.e., eating signi cantly more than what most people would eat in a similar period of time)? Let's mark a big, fat Yes on that one. Do you feel distressed about your episodes of excessive overeating? If intense self-loathing counts, also yup on this one. During your episodes of excessive overeating, how often did you feel like you had no control over your eating (e.g., not being able to stop eating, feel compelled to eat, or going back and forth for more food)? The 'Always' box for me, please. On and on it went. There was something there. This described me. Who knew I wasn't just a lazy, uncontrolled, reprehensibly spineless piece of dirt? That this was actually something people got treatment for? That maybe, just maybe, the responsibility for my grotesquely fat body was shared between the social inputs from my childhood and the way I was able to deal with it as an adult? Hmm ... Treatment I'll save the specifics for another time, but half a year in weekly group therapy, coupled with mandatory physiotherapy, daily journaling, learning to maintain my weight instead of going either up or down (mostly up, ha) ... this was new. And it worked. No matter how this WLS journey goes, seeking treatment will be the best thing I ever did for myself. In the four weeks leading up to the treatment program starting, I had 45 episodes of uncontrolled eating. Yep, more than one a day. When the program ended, I had had 5 months of z e r o such episodes. I haven't had a single one since, fortunately. Amazing what letting yourself exist, just as you are, does to your psyche. What I learned 'Restriction leads to binging', is one of the first things they said. 'When the eating disorder tries to get you to restrict yourself, you're actually being set up for a binge later. Try to allow yourself to understand why you crave a certain food; use the journal'. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm wonderful as I am. A loyal friend, a good son, a hard worker. No matter if I'm 364 lbs or 190 lbs. Or 170. I have a right to be here. I promised myself I wouldn't duck the FAs checking seatbelts the next time I got to fly, I'd actively demand a nice and comfortable seatbelt extender, just in case I needed it (I never did, but it was close. Got asked twice, one FA demanded that I lift up my overhanging gut to check. In front of the whole cabin). Unfortunately, I never got to test it out. That's all well and good ... but why did you have WLS, then? I discussed this with my therapist at length. I felt like I had gotten my old self back. Yet I felt like I was now carrying around 170+ lbs of a disease I had conquered; or at least, finally fought back against. I was getting comorbidities. Slept horribly. Eventually, they cleared me for WLS due to my excellent results with the BED treatment program (I'm self-paid, so they couldn't deny it, but I didn't want to do it if they thought it would harm me). Here's my concern: I can't tell if I'm doing good or if I'm on the road to the next mega-binge. And some vibes here give me the chills. Yeah, we both knew there would come a time in this post when I would say something that raised your heart rate. I promised you that in the beginning, so as a reward, here it is. The sub-header up there is much worse than what I want to say, though ... ;o) I'm worried I'll lose my flexible control I worked so hard to learn. When I read page up and down about competitive weight loss, weighing oneself 10 times a day, whether a glass of red wine can ruin the whole thing ... I find my eating disorder sitting somewhere in the back of my mind, telling me to absorb and adopt it. Win it all. Lose the most. It's a me-thing, in other words. You guys do your thing, all you wonderful people battling like me. I just want to share that I see things that at least feeds the goblin that an eating disorder is to many people. I know the goblin, though. I know its strength. I know it carries me to the fridge if I get negative social input (it must be quite strong, huh?) I know to stop and pause. To feel. I don't want to lose that, while I lose the pounds. Yet I worry it will win again at some point. Or that others will succumb to it. My final questions to you Have you battled disordered eating? Is any of what I'm saying resonating with you? Do you have any advice on how you stay mentally on top of your relationship with food while you're so obviously eating in a 'not normal' way, like we are? To the one person who actually read this entire thing: thank you.
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    Four Week Post RNY

    Congrats on your fantastic success so far! This may be a dumb question, but aren't you RNY'ers supposed to feel full/satiated? That part confuses me a bit?
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    stall #2 found me!!

    Yeah I know what you mean. When it's 10pm and my tracker says 870 calories I'm like look at me, I'm so good huh? Why bother eating 1300-1400 calories today, I might lose more! However, I am really scared of a couple things: getting a new disordered relationship with food, and regaining weight. And it's been flying off, so it must be working. My program is pretty adamant you cannot let the body get used to a very low amount of calories, because (according to them) it will, in time, get used to functioning on so little. And that will then be your new max limit. I don't know if I buy this fully, but again, just for reference, they would have you on 1,200 cals from day 1 and 1,600 from Month 6 (for me it's 1,400/1,800). Let us know how it goes, and best of luck. You've got this.
  10. This is hilarious. I'm sorry for all the NSV-pain you're going through, but at least it gave me a good chuckle!
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    stall #2 found me!!

    I'm so sorry to hear your daughter isn't well. Thank goodness she has such a caring mother. This may not at all be what you want to hear, but we're very close in surgery date: after almost doubling my calories up to my program's limit when I stalled in week 3, my weight has been flying off at even better speed (I seriously couldn't tell you how this works, but it does). Again, not saying upping the cals would work for you, but any kind of change might be interesting to look into, just to jolt your body back into fat melting mode?
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    Constant heartburn

    Definitely talk to your program/surgeon about this. Just wanted to share a couple things from having a ton of heartburn pre-op + what my surgeon said pre-op: It may get better: I didn't want the sleeve due to risk of making it even worse, but he asked if I had suffered from it before I became obese, which I didn't. He then said in case it didn't go away after a sleeve (or got worse), it would 99% likely resolve itself when I reached a lower weight. So there's a little hope there. Look into other PPIs: Another thing might be changing your PPI. Esomeprazole did nothing for me, but the older and cheaper Lanzoprazole was awesome. I'm still on it for prevention (I ended up with a MGB/OAGB), but there's a chance you could benefit from another PPI.
  13. Thanks for making this thread. It's great to see the journey as it happens, with its ups and well, if not downs, then flatlines You seem to be making your way to goal well within a year, stalls or not, so maybe you're just losing this way? Fast loss --> body takes time to get used to the new plateau --> new loss.
  14. Oh no, that sounds terrible! Really surprised anything like this would happen with a sleeve, to be quite frank.
  15. Good for you! Take the time off!
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