Dum Bass

I am going to introduce myself the right way, the honest way. I dont have a metabolism problem,I dont have emotional issues, bad parents, or any other excuse. I eat too much and drink too much.That simple. I had the surgery in January of 2010, it went well, and I was off to the races. I did my fills, and did ok. I didnt excel because I would have a few beers, a chip here and there, but all in all I had gone from 350 on the first visit, 340 on day of surgery to 290 in early October. Work got busy, I got lazy, and didnt get a fill for 5 months. Two weeks ago I weighed myself and was 333. I was disgusted. THe band is pointless, I thought. I did not do ONE THING WRONG, I told myself. I had the band, I ate slow. So what if I had a few beers, some pizza, candy, more candy. No, I didnt do one thing wrong. I did everything wrong. Two weeks ago I turned myself in. At first I thought I would be humiliated, but the doctor was actually very understading. I got my fill, went on my way, and started a new life. Then came Saturday. Basketball. One beer led to two, to five, to seven, to three white castles. I was back in form. Went home, melted mozzarella cheese in the microwave And two beers, a glass of wine. No more. I decided last Saturday this is it. I have been given a chance. Not a cure, not a miracle, not a panacea, a chance. When I got the band I thought why should I go on message boards? I can do this on my own. I am here now as one of the steps I must take to accomplish what I want. Not what I deserve, not what I should have, not what I paid for, but what I want and must earn, I have read a lot of posts and am glad I am here. Some good stories, some bad, some downright troubling, and some really uplifting ones. I have been on the board almost constantly since Saturday reading. My initial purpose for reading was to see if this board was worthy of my time. Usually people pay me for my time, I figured, so why waste it here. It didn't take long to realize that I am the one who isn't worthy of your time. I hope in time I can contribute here, and assure you I will when I can. For now, though, I apprecite you guys letting me ride your coattails.

I posted this in introductions, where, technically, it belongs. I am reposting here because the people in this section have been the ones that have helped me the most. I am going to introduce myself the right way, the honest way. I dont have a metabolism problem,I dont have emotional issues, bad parents, or any other excuse. I eat too much and drink too much.That simple. I had the surgery in January of 2010, it went well, and I was off to the races. I did my fills, and did ok. I didnt excel because I would have a few beers, a chip here and there, but all in all I had gone from 350 on the first visit, 340 on day of surgery to 290 in early October. Work got busy, I got lazy, and didnt get a fill for 5 months. Two weeks ago I weighed myself and was 333. I was disgusted. THe band is pointless, I thought. I did not do ONE THING WRONG, I told myself. I had the band, I ate slow. So what if I had a few beers, some pizza, candy, more candy. No, I didnt do one thing wrong. I did everything wrong. Two weeks ago I turned myself in. At first I thought I would be humiliated, but the doctor was actually very understading. I got my fill, went on my way, and started a new life. Then came Saturday. Basketball. One beer led to two, to five, to seven, to three white castles. I was back in form. Went home, melted mozzarella cheese in the microwave And two beers, a glass of wine. No more. I decided last Saturday this is it. I have been given a chance. Not a cure, not a miracle, not a panacea, a chance. When I got the band I thought why should I go on message boards? I can do this on my own. I am here now as one of the steps I must take to accomplish what I want. Not what I deserve, not what I should have, not what I paid for, but what I want and must earn, I have read a lot of posts and am glad I am here. Some good stories, some bad, some downright troubling, and some really uplifting ones. I have been on the board almost constantly since Saturday reading. My initial purpose for reading was to see if this board was worthy of my time. Usually people pay me for my time, I figured, so why waste it here. It didn't take long to realize that I am the one who isn't worthy of your time. I hope in time I can contribute here, and assure you I will when I can. For now, though, I apprecite you guys letting me ride your coattails.

First, and foremost, your doctor knows best. Talk to him/her. They are there for you. YOU PAY THEM, THEY DON;T PAY YOU. Second, I am no expert. Read my last post. That said, I made a big mistake afetr my fourth fill. Same thing. Didn;t feel well, vomited, but I couldn't drink water. I fought this for a while, and then had what I call "The Event." I was working 14 hours a day, stress overload, and knew stress was causing a lot of the problem. I went out to dinner with my wife, something I promised I would do for months, and had sushi, and ate some eel too fast. I ate too fast, it was stuck, and I was in trouble. My wife is totally skinny, but also very understanding I said I dont feel well, got up to go to the bathroom, assuming I was going to throw up. For some reason getting up and walking somehow dislodged the food. A very loud growl, I mean audible in a loud restaurant, and a feeling of almost a flushing sensation. Like the food went right through, and I was fine. I even finished my salad. Fast forward, same thing, I could eat more than I did before, and didnt get sick, I thought for sure I either burst the band or it slipped. It turns out neither was the case. I leared how to get food through and essentially cheat the band. I have a friend whose band slipped. He couldn't eat, drink, and sometimes talk. He was in hell. When I caled my doctor after my "Eureka" moment he said slippage feels more like my friend's experience, not mine. All that said, please, please, believe me when I say your doctor is there for you. If you think something is wrong, you owe it to yourself to find out. While weight loss is your battle to fight alone, anything involving the band is your battle to fight side by side with your physician. Good luck.