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How do you feel when you first wake up from surgery? Is the pain bad? Are there any restrictions on drinking water?

They are adorable!

This shrink that I was seeing kept telling me that I had to start going to a gym. She said it would be good for my mental as well as my physical health. This was something that I did not want to do. I am lousy at anything that involves co-ordinating both my legs and my arms at the same time. I still have memories of humiliation from high school sports. Ugh! But I did eventually join one in order to shut her up. (She was a grade A nag, she was.) And I found that I loved it, much to my surprise. It is women only gym in my local mall which is only 5 minutes walk away from my house. Because my area is a mixed bag, the women who go to the gym are, too. There are short, tall, fat, skinny, young, old, white and differently coloured women at my gym. A lot of us are immigrants/new mothers. There are quite a few post-menopausal women, too. The gym is the one place where, oddly enough, I don't feel ashamed of my body. I think that this is due to two factors: 1) it is not an up-scale, slick, competitive kind of place with a lot of beautiful bodies, and 2) there are no men. Everybody minds their own business. It is all about using the machines, and then going home. I like to stop in on Winner's and Cotton Ginny on my way out. I think that you can enjoy a gym if you get a good one, and if it is near to home.

Ugh! I had an experience like that with orange crush and vodka when I was in my late teens. I ended up puking all over this creep's shoes while he insisted on kissing me on the nape of my neck. It was partially his fault. He insisted on following me outside when I realised that I had drunk far too much and I needed a breath (or lots) of fresh air. It was the first time I had ever been to a drinking party with boys, etc. I have never, ever drunk orange crush since. And besides, it's empty calories, isn't it? Your vacation sounds like a dream, by the way. I should see more of Canada before I end up too old to see it. My surgery is this Thursday. I don't know how long it takes to recover but Dr. Joffe and Nisreen were both very upbeat.

The idea of eating incest lamb chops does seem bizarre, come to think of it.... We had this guy show up at work in my department after having been off work for years. He had more or less drunk his brains dry. Anyway, once he heard that I liked cats he cornered me and began showing me photos of his cats. They were adorable, and all related to each other, and not in a good way. LOL. Anyhow, all this cat action was going on in his apt. The joint must have stunk!!! His marbles were pretty much gone, and he didn't last long at work.

Well I think an old fat fart (such as myself) would make a terrific P.I. This is because O.F.F.s are invisible to the general public.

Tee hee. (giggles)

Aww.... A little lambiekins.... They must be just the sweetest creatures.

Sounds like ya got a lot of lucky Canucki in ya. From what part of Canada are your grandparents from? And where do you live? I am always interested in stories like this because we all came from somewhere and we are always going somewhere. My bro, a doctor, is now living in Virginia and has just become an American citizen. He really misses Canada, though, and plans to retire here. He's already bought a chunk of land on a lake near Ottawa. This is where he is going to build his dream home. Two of his kids live in Canada, one in Halifax, one in Windsor for university reasons (she was living in London, Ont. for years), and the other one lives in Australia.

I've been lucky in that I lost interest in buffets years ago. Now I want my food made specially for me, and brought piping hot to me at my table. This does mean that I have gotten in touch with my inner princess, though.

So, more chefs in the Canadian family! You women are lucky! But look at us, here we are, obsessing about food. and:hungry: ,eh. Yoda, I wanna hear more about the spy gig.

When I was a kid, I thought where you were born determined what you looked liked. I called a kid a liar when she told me her father was born in Japan because he didn't look Japanese!

(Dr. Joffe will be banding me, by the way.) I am quite envious that your husband is a professional chef. I've been seriously committed to eating for many years now. The best I've ever done in that direction was the Frenchman. I went over to France when I was 30 for 7 months. I took an unpaid leave of absence from work and enrolled in a French programme taught through a university in the south of France. I learned some French and made a lot of friends. When I went back to visit them I met the French Guy, quit my job, and ended up living with him and going to school for more French for two years. It didn't work out but he was a great cook, and I ate like a queen. I also drank like a queen. The guy had deep pockets and knew his wines. It was through living with him that I learned to love beef. My mother had always cooked it until it was gray all the way through, and I hated the stuff. Turns out I like it bloody. Go figure, eh. Apart from this I have always lived in Toronto. I grew up in High Park, and I still live in the west end. It takes me 5 minutes to walk to the subway and I can walk to the TLBC. I kinda, sorta envy anyone who doesn't keep on living in the same old spot. You've moved around, and so has Argon. This must keep you feeling wide awake if you know what I mean.

I haven't had the surgery yet, I am pre-op, but I believe that this band will change my habits. The feedback which I have been receiving from this site tells me that. I am feeling very positive about band.

Yah, I've really got a phobia about my weight, Wheezy. Today I went to see a doctor about an unrelated matter. He wanted to weigh me. I ordered him to keep my weight a secret from me. I've always gone by clothing sizes, and right now I take my clothes in size fat! The TLBC folks weighed me, and told me that I was a good candidate for the operation. When I mentioned Lipo plus tummy tuck (which I didn't want, by the way), they said that that wasn't going to be enough. No surprise to this grrl.:huggie: Anyhow, I figure that I could figure out my progress to size skinny by my clothing sizes, too. But maybe you are right and I am being very, very flakey about this. I would be happy to see size 14, you know.:scared:

:help: This is an interesting thread. I guess my biggest fears have to do with the fact that I don't eat during the day. I do all my eating in the evening. I've never been a morning person, and so I've never been able to face food during the day but I begin to get awful fond of it when the sun is going down. In fact I eat a mono-meal; it starts at 8 PM and ends at 10.:hungry: By the end of this my gut hurts and I have to lie down. I also drink a lot of water while I am eating. I really, really like icy cold water. And melted cheese over everything.:hungry: Ooooh.....

I really like the idea that it is adjustable and reversible. If I did - god forbid! - ever get cancer, have to be on chemo, and lose too much weight as a result, the doc could loosen my band. I know that I am being morbid but this is how my mind works. I always want an escape clause or hatch.

That is seriously cool. Very seriously cool. My niece who is 30 and a big grrl is interested in what I am doing. Once she gets the dollars together she would like to do the same thing. She is the only one who is supportive other than my husband, and he always supports my schemes. I haven't told him about my post-op diet yet. Heh heh. That boy is going to get quite a shock when he sees me sucking back liquids and nothing but.

What does pb mean?

Actually, Jack, I think you are. I think that you were supposed to be south lower British Columbia. (I'd give you a wink but I opted for the quick reply, eh.)

Hi Argon. I've been really enjoying the Argon chronicles. Where did you study animation? Was it in SK or was it in T.O.? Living two doors up from me is one of the directors for Nelvana. He is a weird and unfriendly guy, though. And yeah, you are right. We are doing a lot of interesting things.

I was thinking that our relatively low numbers (as compared to the U.S.) makes for a cosy chatroom, and yet we have all the resources of the boys and grrls in the big sand box next door. It's kinda like real life, eh?

I am supposed to eat low fat cottage cheese and yoghurt for one week prior to the op. This is gonna work out okay because I just ate the last of the President's Choice icecream, and the high-fat cheese last night. (I am a dairy freak by the way.) They didn't give me any other instructions. Tonight, I plan to eat 2 filet mignons. I am defrosting them right now. I will also eat diced new potatoes, with their tender little skins left on, sauteed in olive oil with fresh rosemary, hot peppers, and onions. And I might have a beefsteak tomato as well. Yup, I know, I know, all of you hate me right now but the reason that I am racking up the ole food memories is because I will be living on liquids for 3 weeks, mushies following that, and after that will be a whole new way of eating solids. This is Green's good-bye tour around the food court. It's strange, you know, but along with the rebirth that the band will give me, and I know that it will, I am feeling that a little part of me is dying.:think It is for this reason, I guess, that I find that I am being super attentive to what's on my plate.:hungry: But there will be the new slender Green, and I am so anxious to say good bye to quite a few pounds of the old Green, so everything is gonna be coool. (I just hope I don't ever get the slimies.:phanvan Yuck!)

Hi Woodys. Wow! Those are big moves. Do you drive now? I took lessons when I was in my late 30s through Young Drivers of Canada (I think that is the name). Anyhow, I think I left it too late. I aced all the written theory but was lousy at actually driving. I took the gov't exam twice and flunked, then I stopped. I figured I had spent too many years as a passenger, and was used to looking at what pedestrians were wearing and for SALE signs in the windows of stores. LOL. Looking at what other cars are doing is too boring! Even though my husband has a truck (he's from Scarborough, eh), we never drive in the city. It's always public transit or by foot for us except for grocery shopping at the local No Frills and Price Chopper. How did you find the move from the Beaches to Mississaugua? And the move to Fenelon Falls? I have my band installed at 11 ay em on the same Thursday that you will be there. Ooooh!

Yep, I build airplanes. I work for Bombardier at the deHavilland plant. It's a fairly interesting job, and it pays well because it is unionized - CAW. I always worked with women before so it was a definite culture shock for me. None of those guys bring home baked muffins to share or hold showers when one of their colleagues has a pregnant wife.:faint: And they routinely use far more colourful language than most women do. Working in a union job was different, too. The men don't like to see you get too co-operative with management. This was very different from the mindset of my previous job. I was the first woman working in the sheet metal shop - I wrote on my coat chic metal - and some of the guys gave me a hard time. They didn't like having a woman in the shop. I would go home at night and cry, and remind myself that I had a mortgage. Other guys were good to me, though, and I soon got used to defending myself and became respected.