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Yeah...I was banded on the 7th, and I'm pretty sure I could eat whatever I wanted right now. But, I've been good...I'm taking small bites, chewing well, and taking time between each bite. My portions are smaller than I had in the past, and I feel full sooner because of this, but I also find that I'm feeling hungry earlier, too. After surgery I was fine for 4-6 hours between meals. Now, I'm usually hungry after 2 hours. I don't act on it, but that's not much fun either. Just waiting for my first fill on June 4th! David

I was banded May 7th and was 296 at surgery. Today I am 279, so I've lost 17lbs, and my first fill isn't until June 4th. I like to remember that on Nov. 28th I was 325lbs...so my total in the past six months has been 46lbs. David

I think if you were able to eat it last night, that should be an indicator that you're ok with it. But, was the left over piece you had more dry today? Usually when I have left over steak it is much drier the next day, especially when it has been warmed up in the microwave. That might have made it harder to consume. Hope you get to feeling better. David

That's a good one. If I had the money, I'd change my vote to this, too! lol :eek:

I was banded on the 7th, and was fine for three days. Come day four, THAT's when I was attacked by the gas pain. Instead of having the gas move up through my left side and sit at my shoulders, it decided it was going to stay lower, closer to my abdomen. It took me a day or so to figure out that's what it was. I thought I had not been doing my breathing treatments enough (or something like that), and that I possibly had a collapsed lung, because I just could NOT take a deep breath (the pain was all on my left side). I had a nurse friend take a look, and he helped me figure out that it was the gas, and it was preventing me taking that deep breath that I wanted without some pain. It wasn't till about two days ago that it finally started to subside for me...and today I'm almost there...best thing I could do was walk it off...nothing else seemed to help.

It's crazy, I know. But I have this fear, and I want to conquer it. If (when) I reach 190lbs, I want to go skydiving. The place I want to do it doesn't let you if you weight more than 210, and from 200-210 you pay an extra $20 fee, which I don't want to do, so I'm going to wait till I hit 190, and go off into the wild blue yonder. David

My surgery was done at the Surgery Center of Richardson with Dr. Benavides. I'm not currently using any of the support groups, probably because I know people I can talk to who have had the surgery, and I get a lot of interaction and feedback from the web. I appreciate your words, and I hope that you're able to achieve your goals in what may feel outside of your comfort zone. I think you can do it if you want to!

I've decided that it's time to tell you a story. One that may only be interesting to me, but so be it. You know that I've been overweight (fat) my whole life. You know that I haven't always been happy about that, but that my efforts to lose the weight were always short-term successes followed by long-term failures. It's not something I'm proud of, in fact, I'm down-right ashamed. It's partly due to the shame that I think I've stayed this way for so long. In my mind, I've felt, deep down, that maybe I didn't deserve to be thin. I had convinced myself that this was just the way it was supposed to be. If I was meant to be skinny, wouldn't I be? If that's really what I wanted, then why did I have that double cheeseburger with large fries? Why did I have six pieces of pizza (or more) when two would have been just fine? It wasn't because I was addicted to food. It was simply because I could. Not only did I feel like I could, I felt like because I could, that I should. I should keep going until I felt full. The problem I have is that I never feel full - until I feel too full. Full to the point that I'm nauseous because I haven't stopped. I take very large bites of food, and I eat extremely too quickly for what is healthy. This causes me to consume more food than is good for me, and I'm able to justify it in my head because I don't feel full. This leads to feelings of guilt, because I know what I'm doing wrong, but I haven't been able to stop myself. I've tried and failed more times than I care to count. My willpower and determination is undermined by my inherent desire for instant gratification. If I can't have it now, why bother? I get what I want, and you know what they say about getting what you want - sometimes you get exactly that. So in my mind, because I'm getting what I want, I'm also getting what I deserve. It's a vicious cycle that has consumed my life for years. It's caused feelings of self-loathing, created very low self-esteem, and prohibited me from exploring my full potential. Every decision that I've made in the past 25+ years has been consciously or subconsciously guided by my weight, or my perception of myself due to the weight, and this has factored into establishing who I think I am. Knowing all of this, and yet still feeling unable to do anything about it on my own, has created within me a sense of my deserving to be this way. Knowing that this is harmful, fallacious thinking, but still locked into this pattern, regardless, has led to the shame. And the cycle of shame, guilt, etc., continues. During the past three years, I have lost 60 pounds, only to regain 75. I have lost 20 to gain 10. The up and down, back and forth, yo-yo weight issues have been more detrimental to my health than if I had not lost the weight at all. To compound my problems, add to this story a family history that would make any physician shudder. My father, although not overweight, smoked almost every day of his life. He had his first heart attack by the time he was 43, and his last, at age 66. In between, he had two more attacks and quadruple bypass surgery. My mother's side of the family is what really has it in for me, though. Both her parents were gone by the age of 53, one from a heart attack, the other due to complications from a stroke. My mother herself has heart disease (one attack, one angioplasty), type II diabetes, high blood pressure, and a host of other ailments, all which are hereditary. Although I don't smoke, rarely consume alcohol, and am reasonably active, the combination of poor eating habits and family history have me earmarked for an early meeting with the man in the hooded, black cloak and his scythe. For years, this has seemed not only inevitable, but unalterable. However, as the great Bob Wills said, “Time changes everything.” As I've grown older, it has become more important to me to continue to grow older. The first blush of youth has passed, and on to adulthood I must go. And with that journey comes the realization that I live for more than just me. My wife, kids, family, friends – all have more meaning to me than I ever gave credit when I was younger. Knowing that I can't change on my own has been tough. Admitting that it will take help was one of the hardest things I've ever had to face. But knowing that the alternative is an early death is not something I can simply accept any longer. I feel like I must do everything I can to be around for as long as I can. To that end, I've decided to break the silence on something that I've talked to only a select few about. On Thursday, May 7th, 2009, I will be having laparoscopic banding surgery, commonly known as lapband. This is a weight loss surgery that has helped millions world wide, and most importantly, I am hoping can help me. The lapband procedure consists of the doctors placing a small, adjustable silicone band around the top of my stomach. This band restricts the amount of food that can be eaten at one time, and is also designed to produce a faster sensation of fullness, the two things that have been the biggest challenge to me when dealing with my weight loss issues. It's done laparoscopicly, meaning that it requires no cutting, is done in less than an hour, and the rate of recovery is days, not weeks. Lapband is something that I've been considering for a few years. In fact, I wanted to have it done about three years ago, but insurance companies were not hip to the idea at that point, and I could not afford the cash outlay. Instead of doing what I should have done, which is fight with the insurance company to have it done, I took the easy way out and “accepted” that it just wasn't meant to be for me to lose weight. Regrets, yes, I have a few. The lapband should be a safe, long-term solution to helping me with my weight. It is not, I repeat, NOT, the silver bullet. The lapband in and of itself will not cause me to lose weight. It is the combination of the help it provides with my newfound desire to live longer (and better) that will enable me to succeed. Failure is not an option. Failure equals remaining on the path that I have been on my whole life, and that is too short a journey to contemplate. I have not undertaken this lightly. Via the Internet, I've consulted with hundreds of people who have had this procedure, and taken their experiences, both good and bad into my decision. I have close, personal friends that have had the surgery, and are able to give me not only first hand accounts of pre- and post-op procedures, but can guide me weeks, months, and even years ahead. I wrote this to help me put some thoughts down about where I've been and where I hope to be going, but I also wrote it to help put the pressure on me to succeed. If this was something I was doing under the radar, no one would know until it was too late if I succeeded or failed. I hope that soon you are able to start seeing the results of my success, and will be able to Celebrate with me.

The surgery went fine. Got to the surgery center at 9:00 as told, but they were running behind, so it was after 10:00 before they took me back for prep. By 10:30 I was knocked out, and the next thing I know it's 12:02 (I asked the guy standing over me what time it was, because I didn't even realize I had gone for the surgery...). I was up walking a few minutes later, very sick to my stomach, and actually welcomed the barium drink because it settled my stomach. Got my x-ray, sat down, had some Water, walked around a bit more, used the restroom, and then I was out the door. I was home by 2:30. Spent most of the rest of Thursday knocked out with Hydrocodone, and haven't taken anymore since. I've been sticking with liquid Tylenol. Starting to feel hungry...but usually a glass of water or a popsicle will fix that. Have had some broth, and also a Protein shake (spread out over a few hours). Going back to work tomorrow (not certain I'm 100%, but I sit at a desk, the worst thing that's going to happen to me is getting tired). I've had a lot of gas pain, but nothing that isn't controllable with gas-x and walking. My incisions don't hurt, but the area where the port is does. I've been able to sleep at night on my side, which was one of my big concerns. I do toss and turn, and that gets uncomfortable, but it's nothing I can't handle. Someone asked me what the pain was like, and I told them to do 200 crunches and sleep on it, then have them tell me what they feel like the next day. It's painful, but it's not unbearable. I don't know how much weight I've lost yet because I didn't have a scale in the house. I've ordered one, and it should be here by next Friday. So that will give me a chance to see how much I've lost in a week. When I started this process I was at 325, a month before surgery I was 312, and the day of surgery I was 296. Who knows where I'll be a week from now? All I know is that I don't ever, EVER want to get back to where I was. They say you can never go back, and I really hope that's true in this case.

Thank you for all the feedback and support, guys. I really do appreciate it. I'm nervous about tomorrow, but excited for the future. Good luck to all of you being banded soon as well. I hope all goes well, and I'll be thinking of you! David

Congrats! I'm waiting on my approval, should know in the next couple of days. I'm scared they'll say no, but hopeful they say yes!