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I have the opposite problem. Everyone else notices the loss and I can't see it. I see that my clothes are baggy,but I can't see any other real changes. Even though I've lost nearly 80 pounds since this all began. (60 since the surgery 3/19) My partner thinks there is something mentally wrong with me for not seeing it.

A lot of the toxins that we ingest are fat soluble and get stored in our bodies. Lose the fat, and the toxins go with it... Rapid weight loss could make this toxin dump into our systems where they are excreted like everything else...through sweat and urine. Weight loss and ketones effect the body's Ph level which can make bacteria in our mouths and digestive tract flourish temporarily causing bad breath. The body is really good about returning to a natural balanced state which will eliminate most of the issues.

Was sleeved on Monday, and I've had very little pain. The gas pains being the worst of it. I've been slowly getting better about my Fluid intake and eating, but only because I'm having to really focus on it. There has been no hunger whatsoever. No desire to eat at all. That being said, I feel like my brain is not interpreting signals correctly anymore. For instance, when walking around, it took getting shaky and weak for me to realize that I hadn't consumed anything other than Water in more than 14 hours. This morning, I woke up incredibly irritable. Everything was annoying. Every word said to me made me want to scream obscenities and stab someone with a fork. Normally, my brain wold be able to figure out that I was hungry, or thirsty, or getting a headache...but it's like all those signals are crossed and I can't tell what's up anymore. I had a half a cup of pomegranate juice and a cup of water and about 30 minutes later I wasn't so pissy. Was it the right thing? I don't know. Also, I haven't yet mastered feeling the difference between the last spoonful before its too much and the holycrapthatiscomingbackuprightnow spoonful. I really hope my brain catches up to the new stomach, cause its making me wanna crawl out of my skin.

I'm getting sleeved in the morning. Basically there are six people who know what's going on... The rest only know that I'm having a hernia fixed if they know anything at all. My weight was never a topic of conversation among my friends (to my face at least). I'm not going to be one of those people who talk nonstop about their weight or exercise program. I didn't want to hear about someone's cousin's roommate who died from the surgery. And above all else, I don't need the critical eye of every person I know focusing on my weight when they see me, wondering how much I've lost now, or if I'm losing fast enough or too fast. I also don't want people to change their habits around me in some effort to seem compassionate or cognizant of my new "condition." I still want to be invited to parties and dinners and I certainly don't want anyone to adjust what they are ordering or eating out of some need to respect my inability to eat what they are. It's not much different from my shrimp/crab/lobster allergy. You can order it, I can't have any, and it has to be kept away from my food, but I'm not going to ruin your meal because of my personal issue. If someone genuinely wants to know, for instance to make a similar change in their own life, I will gladly tell them. Everyone else? My standard response will be, "it's easy: expend more energy than you consume."

Been pursuing the idea for quite some time. Originally discussed the band, but my surgeon persuaded me to go with the sleeve. I'm certain it's a better choice, especially after reading the statistics and failure rates of the band. I'm not really telling people about the surgery (those that I had to tell *something* to get the hernia repair line). I made this decision to keep it quiet for many reasons; I really don't want to have to hear about everybody's third cousin's neighbor who gained it all back/went insane/died from weight loss surgery. I don't want the people around me to feel like they have to modify their behavior in my presence... I don't want anyone feeling guilty about eating in front of me, or wanting to meet at a restaurant or any of the hundreds of food-centric social invitations I would likely be left out of. My weight has never been a topic of conversation among friends (at least not to my face). Most of them would be shocked to learn that at my highest, I was basically 150 pounds overweight. My surgeon actually commented that I hide it extremely well. I have not yet decided how to explain the upcoming weight loss. One thing for certain is that I don't want to become one of those people who obsessively talk about their weight loss or new workout routines or lists of acceptable foods. I can certainly understand wanting to share those successes with others, but frankly, I don't want to hear all the stories about your new 6 month old baby, either! I realize that probably makes me a terrible person. I'm ok with that. My partner has been on the liquid diet these past two weeks, which I'm sure he thinks is being really supportive. And I recognize that it is really sweet of him, but it's frustrating to me the big deal he's making of wanting to eat "bad food" (which for him and his 23BMI includes Subway) when I'm constantly starving. He "cheated" last night with an almond butter sandwich on whole grain bread. Seriously? Talk to me when you find yourself shoveling pizza flavored Combos in your mouth as fast as you can move your hands. My car smells like potato chips and shame! I understand the need of the prep diet, but it's borderline torture when you don't have the physical barrier to eating (the sleeve) in place. A half cup of cottage chees in my normal sized stomach is a joke, right? At any rate, I appreciate this board. I've read nearly everything over the past several weeks and found there is a huge difference in every single person's experience, and doctor's instructions. The one thing I've seen in common is that the people here are overwhelmingly supportive and no one regrets their decision to do the surgery. I'm not really nervous. I trust my surgeon and feel like I'm well informed. Education and knowledge are the antidote to fear, right? Anyway, thanks for reading my novel here... I thought it was time to introduce myself finally. So, um... Hi!

My sleeve will be done at 11 am on Monday the 19th as well. Pacific time. Good luck to all of us!