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SEVEN kids?!!! Now I'm super proud of you for making the time to get to the gym!!! Good job for realizing 'getting healthy is so important.' Thanks Patti! -BG

I'm going to need a lobotamy to deal with that head hunger monster! Let me know when you figure it out! You can do this! -BG

Trina, another 5# or so is great! And 2 hours on the phone is a really good sign! Have fun tomorrow! -BG

That's hysterical! What a creative girl!!! I'll bet she had a fun time with that one! Thanks Jodi!

Cute kids, and I'm sure it feels great to have some cheerleaders at home. Keep up the good work! -BG

3 days down...a lifetime to enjoy! Walk, walk, walk (gas). Hang in there! -BG

Treadmill...the bain of my existence...OK...I promise to walk on it tomorrow until I sweat if you do?! -BG

Yeah...those things should come with a coldpack for burns, who hasn't burned themselves (OK, don't tell me...let me just think EVERYONE has!). And yoco...I'm working toward my 'cupcake top'...sounds so much nicer! -BG

Yep, thanks! And I was even a 'good girl'; baked halibut...Yum!

I just had my NUT visit. Post-Op I can eventually eat almost everything obviously stressing healthy eating, avoiding high sugar, high fat, but if I have a little of those I just figure them into the daily calorie total. I have a list of 'be careful with items' like raw celery, asparagus, etc. because they can get stuck, but she said many can tolerate them just fine if chewed properly (yes, I still have bread, rice, even bagels on the OK list in moderation, as non-complex carbs don't offer many nutrients). As Kelin said, the only thing I can't have is carbonated bev. as they can stretch the pouch (but some here let them go pretty flat and then drink them). I'll be eating everything healthy in small amounts. My NUT gives WAY different diet plans for RnY, there's a lot they can't tolerate because of 'dumping'. Here's my blog from this week that gives some details if you're interested. 2/6/09 NUT, Pulmonary, PT- Making the Rounds - Lap Band Surgery and Lap Band Discussion Forum

We went out to a nice restaurant with some neighbors this weekend. I’ve been looking forward to this as I’m starting to feel like a shut-in. Well, except for the million or so doctors appointments I’ve been to, between me and the rest of the family, the past few months. As a stay-at-home Mom, with no kids at home during the day anymore, you get a little starved for adult interaction in the wintertime. Top that off with the fact that I am still sorting papers and making new files (my LEAST favorite job…guess that’s why I still have huge piles to go through) and I REALLY was looking forward to going out. As usual (and all you still-fat peeps…OK anyone who was ever fat will be able to relate), I poured myself into my best black jeans (I was proud I didn’t have to lay flat to zip them up this time) and was greeted by the lovely ‘muffin top’ which is now the opposite of what my waist once was. So into the closet I went after camouflage. After about 20 ‘costume changes’ I finally picked a two layer long, flowing ditty that didn’t make me cringe…it cover the muffin, but my arms felt like they were in sausage casing…sigh. It was getting late, so on to getting beautified. I quickly plugged in my giant curling iron and started my makeup. DD gave me one of those huge barreled curling irons and I swear it can get so hot that your hair is smoking. Uh-Oh, DH is calling me, better hurry! I fly through my hair with the curling iron turned all the way up so it will curl more quickly…then it happened…d@*n! I can’t ever use that thing without burning myself! It’s the same with the glue gun (and as an ex-art teacher I use that a lot too). OWW, OWWWWW! D@*N that hurts! I unplug the stupid iron and run downstairs. We get to the restaurant a few minutes late and after hugs/kisses all around (did I imagine some strange stares *quickly check my tops for wardrobe malfunctions*), and ordering drinks I excuse myself to the ladies room. As I’m washing my hands I check the mirror…HOLY C#*P! There on my long pasty-white neck are two red hickeys!!...and I left home so fast I forgot my purse and makeup!!! D*@M that curling iron. OK, I’m not 16, surely no one else will think…but d*@n they sure look just like a hickey! I returned to the table with my cheeks bright red and slowly work it into the conversation that I burned my neck with the curling iron…Did I just hear sniggers??!

We went out to a nice restaurant with some neighbors this weekend. I’ve been looking forward to this as I’m starting to feel like a shut-in. Well, except for the million or so doctors appointments I’ve been to, between me and the rest of the family, the past few months. As a stay-at-home Mom, with no kids at home during the day anymore, you get a little starved for adult interaction in the wintertime. Top that off with the fact that I am still sorting papers and making new files (my LEAST favorite job…guess that’s why I still have huge piles to go through) and I REALLY was looking forward to going out. As usual (and all you still-fat peeps…OK anyone who was ever fat will be able to relate), I poured myself into my best black jeans (I was proud I didn’t have to lay flat to zip them up this time) and was greeted by the lovely ‘muffin top’ which is now the opposite of what my waist once was. So into the closet I went after camouflage. After about 20 ‘costume changes’ I finally picked a two layer long, flowing ditty that didn’t make me cringe…it cover the muffin, but my arms felt like they were in sausage casing…sigh. It was getting late, so on to getting beautified. I quickly plugged in my giant curling iron and started my makeup. DD gave me one of those huge barreled curling irons and I swear it can get so hot that your hair is smoking. Uh-Oh, DH is calling me, better hurry! I fly through my hair with the curling iron turned all the way up so it will curl more quickly…then it happened…d@*n! I can’t ever use that thing without burning myself! It’s the same with the glue gun (and as an ex-art teacher I use that a lot too). OWW, OWWWWW! D@*N that hurts! I unplug the stupid iron and run downstairs. We get to the restaurant a few minutes late and after hugs/kisses all around (did I imagine some strange stares *quickly check my tops for wardrobe malfunctions*), and ordering drinks I excuse myself to the ladies room. As I’m washing my hands I check the mirror…HOLY C#*P! There on my long pasty-white neck are two red hickeys!!...and I left home so fast I forgot my purse and makeup!!! D*@M that curling iron. OK, I’m not 16, surely no one else will think…but d*@n they sure look just like a hickey! I returned to the table with my cheeks bright red and slowly work it into the conversation that I burned my neck with the curling iron…Did I just hear sniggers??!

Welcome to LBT! Glad you're losing so well! -BG

You're doing great JA! You're BMI is almost the same as my start, so I'll really be watching how you do now (since they keep telling me lower BMI's lose more slowly...sigh, I hope I'm not 'typical' on that one. As you told me...I believe in you! Now....step away from the cookie! -BG

...but not to late to save my youngest (and to save everyone around me from the smell of Vics for the next couple of months)!

...sure NOW you tell me! LOL! (I'll look for them, thanks!)

"Jason Tranquil" LOL...you couldn't have made that one up if you tried! I hope you'll 'school' the doc on the nursing staff highlights! Glad you're home...yea band!!! Let us know how you're feeling when your up to it! -BG

Dear Gawd help me! I knew it was inevitable. It comes this time every year, so why wasn’t I prepared? I have no excuse…my DD was a GS, and I was even a leader for a few years…and here’s the kicker…I was the ‘Cookie Mom’ for several years. So why didn’t I see this coming? The doorbell rang and then I heard it from downstairs…”MOM! It’s the Girl Scouts selling cookies!!!” I froze! I’m a sucker for those GS Cookies and those little cute neighbor Girl Scouts! I always buy several boxes of each person’s favorites, and I’ve got the huge list down pat by now. This year was different though…my heart started palpitating and all I could think of was…Those d*@n cookies are going to arrive right about the time I start my pre-op diet!!! I could barely breath as I pictured those Tag-a-longs and frozen Thin Mints (best served frozen and dipped in milk…and come to think of it THIN MINT? Who ever got Thin eating those??)…AAAHHHH! “MOM!!! I’m picking out my favorites…HURRY UP!!!” Then, I heard it…the garage door going up….deep sigh of relief…breath slowly coming back…I yell down “I’m busy, Dad’s home now, so get him to finish the order please.” I don’t even want to know what they ordered…I’ve just got to focus now and get myself prepared for the smell of Thin Mints while I’m on the pre-op diet…maybe if I start wearing Vicks-Vapo-Rub every day until then I’ll be repulsed by the smell? You see, they say on the pre-op diet that I’ll be so hungry I’ll probably eat my youngest…wait, maybe after he eats a bunch of those cookies he’ll taste like a Thin Mint?!!!

Dear Gawd help me! I knew it was inevitable. It comes this time every year, so why wasn’t I prepared? I have no excuse…my DD was a GS, and I was even a leader for a few years…and here’s the kicker…I was the ‘Cookie Mom’ for several years. So why didn’t I see this coming? The doorbell rang and then I heard it from downstairs…”MOM! It’s the Girl Scouts selling cookies!!!” I froze! I’m a sucker for those GS Cookies and those little cute neighbor Girl Scouts! I always buy several boxes of each person’s favorites, and I’ve got the huge list down pat by now. This year was different though…my heart started palpitating and all I could think of was…Those d*@n cookies are going to arrive right about the time I start my pre-op diet!!! I could barely breath as I pictured those Tag-a-longs and frozen Thin Mints (best served frozen and dipped in milk…and come to think of it THIN MINT? Who ever got Thin eating those??)…AAAHHHH! “MOM!!! I’m picking out my favorites…HURRY UP!!!” Then, I heard it…the garage door going up….deep sigh of relief…breath slowly coming back…I yell down “I’m busy, Dad’s home now, so get him to finish the order please.” I don’t even want to know what they ordered…I’ve just got to focus now and get myself prepared for the smell of Thin Mints while I’m on the pre-op diet…maybe if I start wearing Vicks-Vapo-Rub every day until then I’ll be repulsed by the smell? You see, they say on the pre-op diet that I’ll be so hungry I’ll probably eat my youngest…wait, maybe after he eats a bunch of those cookies he’ll taste like a Thin Mint?!!!

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoFSSLJR6Jg]YouTube - Jimmy Kimmel Compares the Octuplet's Mom to Angelina[/ame]

Look, I can't say what would happen with you even if you'd been able to stick to a diet, but here's my experience...I have been able to stick to many diets; I've even lost 30-50# at a time, many times over...my problem is that I feel like I'm starving and when I've lost the weight, it just comes back...and trust me it gets harder to lose the older you get. So, I've been a "failure" as well, even as a 'successful' dieter...if people here could lose the weight and keep it off we wouldn't be here...we all go through feeling like a failure and that we've had to resort to such a desperate measure. I think it's the ones that don't feel that way and lightly go into this thinking it's an easy fix that don't do as well. You get that this is a last resort, which means you'll work hard for the changes needed. -BG

Trina- I can't get the thumbnails to work (dumb computer), but even in the mini size I can tell the difference! Lookin' good! -BG

This IS an investment in your family...the best kind...you'll be around to grow old with them, and they need you healthy and happy. There's nothing you need that's more important than that. It's natural to feel guilty, as it's probably the first time you've put yourself at the top of the list, but use that as your motivation to make the band work for you the best you can. You're getting nervous as the date draws near and that's expected. You will succeed because you have a family that needs you to succeed. Hang in there! -BG

It must be tempting to try and drink something like you would do for the Dorito! Good to know it's that bad so I won't panic when it happens....thanks!

Yeah, if you watch the video (linked before) she said that there's a daycare at her school and she intends to go back this fall. There's a whole lot of CRAZY to go around here...the mom, the dad (donor) who apparently is her friend and she hopes will be in their lives (he's overwhelmed with news of the 8 mom says...wonder why), the grandparents, the clinic who apparently implanted 6 embryos many times over and knew she had 6 little ones when they implanted the last ones, the psychiatrist who treated her (or didn't) for depression...