Since my surgery on 1/18, I've been bumming around in sweats, leggings and baggy t-shirts. Today I had to actually go out in public, so I put on a pair of dress pants and a top, both of which are quite a but looser than they used to be (YAY!), yet in no way falling off me. I'm on my 2-week "stall", and have only lost about 2 lbs since my post-op appt. last week, so a total of 16 lbs. down. Nice comments from dad: "Wow, you're really losing a lot of weight!" Then mom chimes in: "You're not planning to lose any more, are you?"

Uh... HELL YES I AM!! Like, at least 65 more pounds!

That's really not a good thing to say to someone who just rerouted their insides 2 weeks ago. I must remember that she's old and showing signs of dementia, and pretty much anything she says should be ignored.

I feel for you. I was able to put the Atlantic ocean between me and my mother 8 years ago so she can't have that kind of effect on me anymore. But ahhh the memories.

In 2011 I got to 231 from 298 she didn't even notice. This time I got to 231 again (shot back up to 275 hence the RNY) and you'd think I look like Barbie. Lol. I guess she thinks she means well but it irks me. One time I got I got to a size 12 and she gave me her "fat" clothes. Grrrr

Yeah my mom always means well by trying to give me clothes that are too small for her, but are nowhere near my style