Well, I just told my husband about my decision to get the lap band surgery. I had not told anybody but my best friend a few weeks ago when I was going to the seminar because I knew she would just listen and not judge or try to convince me one way or the other. Hubby can tend to be a bit negative and always points out the bad, so I chose not to tell him until I had chosen because, frankly, this is about and for me.

All he knew was that I was going to all these doctor appointments and knew I had something going on but didn't want to talk to him about it just yet. Until tonight.

He was amazingly supportive and happy that out of all the WLS out there, I had chosen this one because it was not as drastic as so many others out there. I was so surprised that I started crying. He asked if I was sad about this, and I said no... just emotional. There's a part of me that is SO excited to begin this new journey, yet another little voice in my head said I failed or wasn't strong enough to do this myself. He shushed me and said that's not true at all... this is just a tool, and I will still have the work to do. I just need some help, and that's okay.

He even asked, if it was okay with me, if he could go with me to meet with the nutritionist when that time comes because he does a lot of the cooking and wants to know what will be best for me. How fantastic is that?

Wow. :sad_smile:

Edited October 23, 200817 yr by BethFromVA
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Congratulations on getting your date today! I bet that you are so excited. I am anxiously waiting for mine.

That is awesome that your husband wants to go with you. When the hubbies are that supportive, it seems to make things easier. Mine was super supportive as well. He understands that I have been battling my weight for a long time and this is the best thing for me.

Best of luck!

My husband is a wonderful cook and every afternoon he would call and ask me what I want to for dinner pre lap band the phone call used to be do you want chicken parm or steak tonight?

This is my 6 days post op and today my husband called and asked me.

So what kind of broth do you want tonight and we both laughed for 5 minutes.

Aw, that's sweet. :eek:

The food thing may be a double-edged sword with him. You see, hubby LOVES food. I don't mean like, I don't mean just loves to eat, he LOVES FOOD. He was fat as a youngster until he hit college, and I was thin until I hit my mid-20's (about a year after we met).

Don't get me wrong, he could stand to lose about 20 pounds, but I went from 140 to what is now my highest, 290. :eek: Eating the same... and in many cases, I ate a lot less.

When I dieted before, he took over the cooking because he liked it better than cleaning up. I did lose 70 pounds, but there were a few times I hit some somewhat major plateaus, only to find out he was adding wine to everything to add flavor! I got really mad about that because for my weight loss, that little additive was keeping me from losing. And as typically happens, that "little bit" would increase from a splash to a half cup or more!

I know he supports me and wants me healthy. However, the day WILL come when he realizes he loses his "eating buddy." Before I just gave up because the temptation just got to be too great. He wouldn't feel like cooking, and that restaurant we love would call out really loud... So I guess we will have to see how this goes in the long run.

Congrats on having such a supportive hubby. I makes all the difference in the world to have that support. My hubby has been supportive from day one and is my biggest cheerleader.