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Count me in. Robbie, certified couch potato :couch2:

I am sorry for all of the trouble you have had; there is a forum on this site called lap band complications which has a subforum on lap band removal. Just keep scrolling down and you will see it. Take care of yourself. Robbie

Congratulations on quitting smoking; that is a rough one. If you continue to smoke pot, be sure to tell your doctor as it will affect your anesthesia. I don't know if pot will show up in a nicotine test, but if your doctor didn't want you to smoke legal cigarettes, I cannot imagine he/she would want you to smoke an illegal drug. Maybe you can cut back on the pot. Best of luck with your surgery. Robbie

I have finally gotten a schedule date, December 12, 2011 for my required orientation class. Part of me wants to get started sooner, but I have a habit of magical thinking. I know, in my head, that the band will only assist me in taking off the weight and keeping it off, that I need to plan on at least a year of hard work, counting calories and exercising. BUT, there is still this part of me that thinks I will have the surgery and BLAMO, the weight will fall off in six weeks. I have done enough weight loss research to know that isn't going to happen, but it sure would be nice. Robbie

Thanks to all. I think the car is completely dead; I don't know how I will afford a new one. I waver between terror and joy about the referral, which is normal, I just didn't expect to start so quickly. I guess I have been saving up since I normally hide my emotions under food. I will let you all know when I get my first meeting with the coordinator. I have to figure out some non food rewards and some goals. I am an obsessive list maker. :Banane37: Robbie

It has been a very interesting day. My car stopped dead in the middle of an intersection in a rain storm on the way to work. Not one person stopped to check on me. Got the car towed to my office, spent a couple of hours getting another tow to the garage and renting a car. The new compliance officer at work gives a whole new meaning to nit picking paranoid micromanager and he isn't even my boss. I had to leave at 3 to get to the first visit with my new doctor, which is normally plenty of time, except I got caught in a slow moving river of minivans; it took me ahalf hour to go less than a mile. Didn't realize school started yesterday. I was late for my appointment; I hate being late. According to my late father, if you were on time you were fifteen minutes late and I took it to heart. Then the doctor finally came in and talked about everything under the sun and pressured me to start insulin which isn't going to happen and then at the last minute, in a kind of afterthought as she was typing up the visit notes, she says "I JUST SENT YOUR REFERRAL FOR THE BARIATRIC PROGRAM TO THE COORDINATOR." :bananapowerslide: WooHoo, I am on my way. I had been thinking all day (because it was so stressful) that I would get dinner at the Chick Fil A just down the block from the Dr. office, but I decided against it...a kind of NSV from me to me. This post is way too long, but I had to tell someone and for the moment LBT is my support system. Thanks for listening. Robbie

Maybe writing this down will make it stop burning in my memory. I stopped to buy dinner for my family at a pizza place near our house and after I paid for it and started to leave the counter guy started making snorting noises like a pig!! Instead of decking the guy and demanding my money back, I drove home in tears and then called to complain. To add insult to injury, first the manager claimed that something like that would never happen in his restaurant and then he said that he knew the guy I was talking about and he was a really nice guy (and his definition of a d8888bag would be what?), so I just told that neither I nor anyone from my extended family (about 50) would ever eat there again and happy loss of customers. Not sure if I feel better, but will see. Robbie

Good for you. I hope to be right behind you. If you were not nervous I would be worried. Robbie

Bummer. I guess it is off to the xray for me. I have had this new insurance for just over six weeks and I have had 3 blood tests, a pelvic ultrasound (external and internal ). I hope they don't cancel me for excessive use before I get my band. I wonder if I can drink enough, Water of course, to be considered an aerobic exercise.:Banane34: Thanks to all. Robbie

"sucking it up" won't work on chronic clinical depression and it sounds like that is what you have. I have had it since I was a child and nothing ever helped me except exercise and medication. Have you seen a physician for the depression or at least discussed it with your band doctor? Why be ashamed on the chat line? They cannot see you and probably never will...and I am applying logic to an emotional problem...always makes me wild when other people do it to me. Try to do little things to help yourself, go stand on the porch for 5 minutes, tomorrow walk to the end of the drive, throw one "bad" food item out of your pantry. Eventually little things can make a big difference, but it is hard to get started when you are stuck in an old ingrained destructive cycle. I will keep you in my thoughts. Robbie

Three at once--Yikes. How did you manage? I really think this is not a fracture, since it is intermittent (sp?) and I can walk on it without pain most of the time. A pinched nerve maybe? I will just keep monitoring it and being careful on the treadmill. Thanks to all who responded Robbie

Welcome aboard Robbie

I am sorry you are going through such a hard time right now. My mother and sister pass out ten seconds after they hit the pillow; it makes me want to murder them in their sleep (sometimes, LOL). Tell all the devils and angels living in your head that you are the only one who has a dog in this hunt and you are getting banded for your health and future; the mind games are not helpful (which you know already). Anyone who doesn't have doubts about a life altering decision like getting banded, is taking too much happy juice or is a little psychotic. Just keep taking it one day at a time, when the doubts come up, acknowledge them and move on, maybe only allow yourself one fruit roll up or one tablespoon of pity peanut butter and then be done. I have not been banded yet (1st PCP meeting next week), but I have had doubts about every big thing I have ever tried just roll over me and try to crush me down. Sometimes the doubts won, but sometimes they didn't. I hope you can beat them back and move on to your future. Robbie