I can't wait to get the Lap-Band on Dec 13th! I had an awful day today that confirmed just how badly I want and NEED this surgery.

It started out with Black Friday shopping. I got halfway through the store and my back locked up so I had to have my husband go get me an electric riding cart. I stopped in the middle of the aisle and bent over to get something off the bottom shelf, and I lost control of the cart because my fat stomach pushed the lever to make it go forward and I didn't notice it. That made me go forward and I slammed into this old lady in front of me and knocked her down. It just so happens that she was bent over in front of me, picking something up. When my cart slammed into her rear end, she went flying onto the floor.:faint: Thank God she wasn't hurt but I was so embarrassed and humiliated, I just left the store without finishing up my shopping.

Then I went to the salon to have my hair cut and sat (or squeezed myself rather) in the chair to look at the style book and unfortunately, the chair had arms. (Arms on chairs are not a good thing for me at all.) Somehow, the area between the arm and the seat seemed to act as a suctioning device and all of the fat on my thighs got sucked into the sides of the chair. They called my name to get my haircut and when I went to get up, THE ENTIRE CHAIR CAME WITH ME!:embarassed: I sat back down with the chair attached to my *ss and figured I could inch myself out of the chair, since I had done it many times in the past in similar situations. But NO, NOT TODAY, not on my worst fat day ever! I was STUCK! And I mean stuck. I could not get out of the chair, the sides of my legs were in so much pain. To make a long story short, they had to get a screwdriver and TAKE THE SIDE OF THE CHAIR OFF for me to get out! Meanwhile, two little kids were watching, pointing, and laughing, as if it were some sort of a circus act.:angry Needless to say, I did not get my hair cut today.

To top my day off, I got home and took a nap because of all of the frustration. I must have had a bad dream because I woke up on the floor in front of the couch. THAT was just what I needed. I darn near rocked myself back to sleep trying to get up off the floor, which I finally accomplished with the help of my husband and sister.

I am SOOOOOO ready for this surgery. I just needed to vent for a minute, thanks for letting me. Hopefully, someday in the near future I will look back on this day and find humor in it, but for now, it is NOT cute!

Thank you so much for sharing your "worst fat day story" with us. I have been feeling very blue for about two days and have been feeling very sorry for myself and crying alot too. When I first read your post I got tears in my eyes remembering the "hurts" I have lived through. Then I reread your post and started laughing out loud. You definitely have a talent for expressing yourself.

I wish you the best with your lap banding. You will love it. It is wonderful to not be a slave to food anymore, to never not feel full, and to not to try to fight out of control food cravings. I was banded in late August and it has been the "best" experience of my life. Everyday I am amazed how it is working for me and how so much has changed in such a short time. I have so much hope now for my life.

I wish for you much success and if you ever need a friend I will be hear for you. Good luck to you!

shelli:girl_hug:

It is wonderful to not be a slave to food anymore, to never not feel full, and to not to try to fight out of control food cravings.

Shelli, what an an incredibly true statement. I am 1/2 way through my pre-op diet now, I realize it could mean the difference between a successful and unsuccessful outcome to my surgery, yet I still find myself trying to "cheat" and I am only cheating myself. I really have no self-control when it comes to eating. A true prayer for me would be "Lord, please save me from myself!" I am truly my own worst enemy. I cannot wait to join you and not be a slave to food any longer.

I am here for you if you need me as well. Be blessed.

Shelli, what an an incredibly true statement. I am 1/2 way through my pre-op diet now, I realize it could mean the difference between a successful and unsuccessful outcome to my surgery, yet I still find myself trying to "cheat" and I am only cheating myself. I really have no self-control when it comes to eating. A true prayer for me would be "Lord, please save me from myself!" I am truly my own worst enemy. I cannot wait to join you and not be a slave to food any longer.

I am here for you if you need me as well. Be blessed.

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The liquid pre-op diet was the hardest part of the whole process for me as well as for many others. The only advice I have is to take each day at a time and do the very best you can do. It will be over before you know it and you will be proud of yourself that you did your very best.

Regards,

shelli:girl_hug:

And Mona, I would also add that you are your own best friend! Look what you are willing to go through to support your wonderful body that has supported you for so long.

You couldn't be your own worst enemy - from where I sit, you are someone who cares deeply for yourself and I love how you take care of you. Just your willingness to step into THIS, is a testament to THAT.

LOVE to you Angel.

Wow, so this shows we are not alone. We have all been through it. I have flown 10+ plus hurs serveral times in the past fews years. Not fun. I always ask for the table, no booth. I always make a careful assesment of the cars before I sit in them. (the nerve of Starbucks having such small patio chairs and all they serve is sugar!) I nerver go to football or basketball games anymore because staduim seats so small. I never been stuck in an airplane restroom but I have sure felt uncomfortable in them.

Mona, you and all the others here rocks. We are winning the battle!!!!! :whoo:

Thunder, I love your post. It reminds me of when I spent the night at a friends house a few months ago (at 220 pounds) and when I got in the bunkbed top, a slat broke.

Thank god I had already been doing a lot of work on my thinking and really beginning to love and appreciate my body, cause she said to me: "Oh don't worry, please don't be ashamed". and I said to her, "I'm not ashamed; I'm not the one that built the bed". We laughed so hard we practically peed!

I love that the "battle" has become a sweet collaboration between me, my sweet body, and all the support out there, including my band. Isn't that just fine?!

I am excited for you and here to help in any way I can.

Lisa