DeLarla

I'm just not as nice as you! I would have asked how long it's been since her last dental exam since her breath was really foul, and then tossed in something like, "You might want to take care of those roots and mustache at a nearby salon while you're at it." Smile, then plug ear back up with good tunes.

It's Megan and Mini Megan!

I feel like 3 cows even though the scale says I've only gained less than 10 lbs. Huge difference, big ol belly. Poop.

You can delete a thread only if you're the one that started it. Meow.

I'm whom the lesson just does NOT compute. I learned the lessons necessary to lose and/or maintain a healthy weight, but for me, addiction is stronger. I'm not only addicted to food, I just have an addictive personality (that I'm working on.) I have anxiety disorder and should avoid caffeine at all costs but I don't - I crave the crap. Once I get some caffeine in me, then the anxiety starts, which makes me eat. Plus I love to drink booze even though I keep trying to quit. I only drink every few weekends but I often get sloshed because I'm the Polish Party girl that loves a good time. Now I sit here in pain, worried about permanent damage - or worse, another surgery to correct whatever the hell I did to my belly. I know what needs to be done, and every day I say I'll do it. But the cravings and voices are too strong, so I give in.

I need to check in with this thread because now I've really screwed up. My belly feels more FUCKED UP than ever. Boy oh boy oh boy, I should stick to liquids and mushies, but do I? Nope. Today feels like my last day UNLESS I get this bullshit under control, and YES I'm cursing. I haven't called the doc yet since the only thing they'll be able to do is yet another Upper GI or endo, as if my insurance pays for those things monthly. It feels as if I tore my pouch open (I still had a pouch after band removal.) I'm not looking for answers here since I already know what to do. I just came back for all them hugs. HOLD ME!

I was dieting afterwards, but now I'm struggling and shoving way too much pie into the hole. My belly hurts. Yes, I'm quite worried. It's no different than pouch packing or shoving too much food down the chute after bypass. I think my band removal left me with a tiny pouch that I tore to shreds the other day. Fairwell cruel world, I don't feel so well. Poop.

Kara, some of us had our bands removed after it eroded and others after other kinds of complications. Dr. Pleatman posts around this board from time to time and once said something to the effect of "Why keep a band if it's not doing it's job?" I never liked the feeling of the foreign object in my body, so it was a relief when they removed it once it eroded. I'm not doing so well, either. I've been overeating again, which is causing tremendous discomfort and pain. Now I'm wondering if I re-injured the hiatal hernia that I had prior to the band.

Now hey there, now now. I've been really good about not deleting stuff. As a matter of fact, I'm hardly ever here. What's missing? Was it anything good n' juicy?

Those baby pics make me cry. It's not fair that YOU have baby bunnies and I don't. Shelly, that's a big ol' bunny but that thang is way over 22 lbs. My cat was 23 pounds and about 1/4 the size of that bunny. Maybe 122 pounds?

I didn't give anyone permission to post my picture here. That's me, the fluffy one with the red headband.

Suzi, looks like someone has Houston covered this summer but we'll still see each other at Training in August. I can't make this Texas party because I'll be traveling to Arizona that weekend. So many parties, so little time...

Skinny face, skinny legs... you look like a normal skinny chick!

I don't consider the gondola offer an advertisement ~ Lake Las Vegas is about 20 minutes from my house, and very romantic! Maybe some of you can plan to unwind there on Sunday before going home? Thanks, Gadget!

Can we have a big LBT standing ovation and round of applause for JoLynn? Today was the end of DeLarla's 3 month weight loss challenge, and JoLynn worked her buns off and got rid of 54 pounds of fat! Rockin Robin & Big Paul were tough competition, but JoLynn won the huge list of prizes. Please stop by that thread and congratulate all the "losers" because even though JoLynn lost the most weight, lots of people dropped extra pounds throughout the challenge. CONGRADULATIONS, JoLYNN!!! :clap2: :first:

Suzi, did you have to remind me that Training and the Bash are only a week apart? I'm wiped out in advance just thinking about it! Jenna gets the guest room and Suzi gets the office (futon.) Tina, I'm sorry that my house is so small - I don't mind a tent on my tiny lawn but the neighbors might! For those who have been to my house, if you thought it was small before, now Slumber takes up all the nooks n' crannies. We need a bigger house!

OMG, you'll get advice by the truckloads here! Most of all, try to relax, and do your best not to eat yourself into oblivion as if you're having your next meal! You'll eventually be able to eat most (if not all) the same foods you eat now. My best advice is to have your aftercare lined up, your house in order, you life completely organized - this way you'll have lots of time to relax and heal after surgery. And my 2nd best advice is to pack light! You only need one tote bag since you'll live in hospital gowns. And I know I've said this 100 times before, but I bought some brand new pink fuzzy bootie socks to wear around the hospital. Everthing else was ugly and surgical looking but my feet were cute! That was my favorite thing that I brought :uwelcome:

Last night from 5:00 to 10:00 p.m. I shoved all this in my hole: 1. Four tacos with 15 packets hot sauce 2. Large fries 3. Two quesadillas (shared with dogs) 4. Huge bowl of frozen fruit with Cool Whip 5. Entire large tub Chocolate Cool Whip (see frozen fruit above) 6. A real Coke 7. Two sunday cones (Drumsticks) 8. An ice cream sandwhich chaser

I found the greatest little gadget at Walmart for only $13.88. It's a Hamilton Beach shake-maker. Takes up a tiny bit of counter space, and it's just for shakes. The Magic Bullet is expensive and comes with too many parts for someone like me who doesn't cook much. But this little shake maker is awesome because you use the mini-plastic-blender part to drink out of. Yep, you pop it right off the base, put the spill-proof lid on, and drink it on the way to work. It even has a sippy-slider to either sip or put a straw in. Now it's at work, so I wash it and toss it in my purse, ready for tomorrow. I love it, it's perfect. Today's shake: 8 oz soy milk, mini banana, frozen blue berries and a couple tablespoons bran Cereal. Love it.

Yep Penni, that's it. The top cup has a straw hole, so you just pull it off the base and go.

Hamilton Beach, it's the pic that Penni posted. Even though I lost my band, that little gadget is still on my counter, and I use it all the time. Even hubby likes putting popsicles mixed with fruit in there, and we use it for gravy and sauces. Maybe I'll take this BUMP as a sign to have a shake! It was less than $14.00.

Yak shamash, and dobranoz. Pirogi and janedubrey. Welcome to LBT, that's the extent of my Polish. I should be ashamed since I'm nearly fluent in Spanish though I have zero Mexican in me. 100% Polish in Vegas.

Diane, I totally understand that "great big hole that needs to be filled." It's exactly why I eat, drink, spend, gamble, take pain pills, eat some more, then drink. It's why I have a credit card to my favorite Jeweler (hubby doesn't even know about my Jewelry Express card!) And it's up to me to find out what that "something" is but I've been searching for 30 years. I don't have babies, which sucks. I don't have parents, which sucks. I don't have a best-friend-sister, which sucks. I'm very lonely, but it's not the kind of lonely that can be cured - it's just who I am. I have a beautiful, wonderful husband (that pokes me and drives me nuts, but I'm still madly in love with him.) But his favorite hobby is sleeping. Every night I watch him sleep, and then I eat myself into oblivion. I've got tons of friends & companions, but what I need is a damn Siamese twin. I know they can surgically be separated these days, but I'd like one attached. I know that being lonely is probably my #1 problem. And lightening just struck me like a wild force because I remember my alcoholic father saying, "The reason I drink is because I'm lonely." Even though he vanished and I didn't meet him till I was an adult, I still got the "lonely" gene. Daddy never sent me a birthday card, but he gave me his F-d up genes. Thanks, Dad.

If we can't laugh, what's left? And I'm not laughing AT you, but this is really good shit: "You are talk'in to someone who has bought 2 dozen dunk'in donuts while going to a party and ate one dozen on the way. And when I got there and people started to look at the donuts, I said : "Hummm which one should I have ????" That reminds me of the old days, when I was a closet-eater. I'd drive through fast food joints and order enough for three people while talking about my husband and kids (I was single.) I'd even throw in a Kid's Meal with an extra drink to make it believable. Oh, and OA taught me how to binge and purge. But it also taught me to love myself, so now I'm not a closet eater. I have NO problem eating in public.

Vera, you know me better than I know myself! Self-hater? NOT. I'm too in love with myself for all that! Though if I continue to eat & gain, I will certainly join Penni in her depression. I'm all about love, babies! And Vines, I just kissed my fur babies goodbye on the way to the post office to mail my daughter her Easter basket and birthday gift. Peace, love & flower power. I've completely let go of my past so I don't blame my childhood for being fat. Yes, there's the big connection to my childhood since that's when this addiction/hoarding/binging started, but now it's just plain addiction. I'm addicted to the bad eating habits, and my brain simply screams at me to eat. That's what I did all my life, so the screaming doesn't just stop because I want it to. I'm up 10 pounds, POOF, just like that. And my stomach pain is getting better, but the acid in my esoph gives me a full time lump in my throat with cough. As far as OA meetings, I've been a 12-Stepper most of my life. Southern California has the BEST OA meetings in the world. They say when things get bad to go to 30 meetings in 30 days, but there aren't even 30 meetings in Vegas to go to. Vegas is a different planet than the rest of the world. We have thousands of AA meetings and just as many NA and GA (Narcotics & Gamblers Anonymous.) But the OA meetings here are lousy; I've tried going throughout the years, and there's no sponsorship here. Nobody "works the OA program" here. Small group meet and focus on sharing, but NOBODY shares about their food struggles, it's just a big bitch session. I've shared that I need help with my food and and weight gain, and I've asked for phone numbers, but they look at me like, "Who's the fat girl interrupting our chat session?" Weird... definitely weird in Vegas.