Sweetpyt418

I had my surgery March 17, 2021 and I am down 89 lbs from surgery. (107 total) I had a 4 week stall in August. My surgeon said I wasn't losing fast enough because he thought I was eating too much, so I kicked it into high gear and I'm dropping again. It's been a time! My hunger is back and I can eat 1/2 cup to 3/4 cup of food at a time.

I am almost 7 months post op and my pouch (lovingly named Miserable Mildred) gurgles all the time. She gurgles so much that my team at work asks how Mildred is feeling today. 😂

I promise it gets better. I had pain up until the day before I went back to work. (3 weeks post op) I was told by my surgeon I should not have been in pain. Drinking was never a problem, but I did grow intolerant to certain textures for a while. Just keep trying and sipping. It gets better.

I am on my weight loss journey with the support of a dear friend who is on a weight gain journey. Honestly, she hears more rude comments on a daily basis than I do. People are awful. I would never make a comment to someone regarding their weight (unless it was a close family member and I knew they needed intervention) because you just don't know the situation. I was molested as a young child and dealt with a lot of death throughout my life. I ate to feel better. My friend had cancer and lost a lot of weight. While she has always been small, she just can't seem to keep up with her own metabolism. Different situations, different issues. Yet people want to judge. I'm sorry you are dealing with this. Just know that people make comments when they can't seem to control what is going on in their own lives. They feel like they need to bring you into their misery.

I am definitely going to talk with a bariatric therapist. It can sometimes be isolating, so I wasn’t even thinking about that. I do have that resource in my program ❤️

I should add that I was not eating over 1200 calories per day, but I did not realize that my metabolism had slowed so much that 1200 is now maintenance for me.

Good morning! This is my first post here, but I have been "lurking" for a while. 😊

I had my RNY 3/17/2021 (HW 367, SW 349) and did GREAT for the first 3 months (down to 292.6). Around month 4 I noticed I could eat much more and when boredom hit, I would munch on Snacks. I started eating "around" my surgery. Slider foods mostly. I hit my Protein goals and Water goals daily, but I have realized that I am a stress and emotional eater. In my program, we have a doctor, nutritionist, and a surgeon. I spoke with the nutritionist and the doctor about my habits and how I caused my own stalls. They were quite understanding and even offered to start a medication to control the appetite. (I work 2 jobs and I am a single mother, so I was using food to soothe myself when things were rough.) At my 6 month post-op appointment with my surgeon (279.8) I was hit with accusations of not wanting it bad enough and was told being stressed should make me lose weight, etc. Ugh! At the end of the appointment, he told me he believes in me and it frustrates him when patients aren't losing what he expects. So of course, I went home and did what I knew to do - I ate everything I could without getting sick. I woke up having lost 2 pounds. 🤦‍♀️

As angry as I was with my surgeon, he had changed something in me. He was wrong. I want it bad enough. I just don't know how to cope with stress well. I have always used food to self-medicate, to Celebrate, to cope with life. I took up smoking and when I quit, the weight piled on. Today I am 263 pounds. I am 6 1/2 months post op. I am tracking every atom of food I consume again. I am drinking a gallon to a gallon and a half of water every day. I am walking more than ever. When I see him in 5 1/2 months, I want to be at goal. His goal for me is 200 pounds. My personal goal is 167. I did not need the medication to jump-start my weight loss again. I needed to be angry. I say this to say that I was not being honest with myself and when someone was honest with me, I became defensive. I still have days when I eat like crap or days when I don't want to walk. Such is life. I am fighting this food addiction with all my might and I really have my mean old surgeon to thank for the kick in the pants. ❤️