MissMac2

Hi, and welcome to the forum. Don't do what I did and wait until you have a stroke. Here is my favorite thread. It shares 1, 277 reasons why the rest of us took the plunge: http://www.bariatricpal.com/topic/219831-what-was-your-final-straw-that-broke-the-camels-back/?hl=%20final%20%20straw

If you are too busy to have fun, then you are too busy.

What I tell people is to make an appointment six months out, for a colonoscopy or root canal. Dreading that appointment will make the time will pass so fast that you won't believe it!

Per jintycb's comment #14.........I love men, but they are hard to train.

Go to You Tube and watch a video of actual sleeve surgery to remind yourself how brutalized your stomach is and how much you rally need to be kind to it. Yeah, all that Protein is required for a reason whether you like it or not. This won't be the first time you get bored with your diet. I am surprised that you did not throw up. Today is a new day so determine to start yourself out the right way. Be patient........the food stages are temporary. You sacrificed too much to cave in this early. Hugs from Chicago. Be strong. Carry on.

I forgot to suggest this: Keep a diary of the hurtful things he says. Log if he throws anything at you, even if it is Dixie cup. My diary was a big help because it helped me see that I was not imaging that mess or taking things out of context when he claimed to be "just kidding". I kept that at work, too. Take care. Hugs from Chicago.

Abuse is abuse is abuse. Here is a website with good supporting information. http://www.newhopeforwomen.org/abuser-tricks Here is how I escaped safely: He controlled the finances and insisted that my paycheck go in a joint account. So, I squirreled away my lunch money and extra change from groceries and bills for weeks and kept it locked in my desk at work. I started taking a bigger purse and took single items of clothing to work and put it in a locker. One day it was socks or undies. Another day it was jeans or a blouse. I had several outfits set aside at work. Since my ex had escalated his verbal and emotional abuse to physical abuse and had those weapons in the house, I was advised by a local women's shelter to not leave when he was home. So, one night at midnight, I left early and went to the shelter. (I worked 6pm - 2 am). They helped me find a safe place in the next town to lay low while the restraining order hearing was being processed The sheriff made arrangements for me to go get my things while they made him leave the house. He thought I had been cleaning out closets and organizing stuff. What I was doing was separating my stuff from his so that I could just grab it and go. I took a couple of co-workers with me and we got my stuff out quickly. The county paid for the divorce since the cause was domestic violence, and then I moved out of the state. My first morning at the shelter a counselor went with me to the bank and I took out everything except $100. I had previously arranged with my boss to have someone trained to take over my supervisory job when the time came, and I was allowed to pick up my final paycheck at another site. If you determine that you need to re-invent yourself by moving on, then just be careful. Start eliminating roadblocks. I even had crawled under my desk in my home office to straighten out my computer wires and label them to correspond with the ports on my hard drive tower. Moving my computer was easy. I already had my books boxed up and used the shelves for displaying useless household dust catchers. Even if you are concerned about making it on your own, you are stronger than you think. Although I left him the house and 90% of what was in it, I left with my dignity and peace of mind. It would be nice if life was beautiful all the time, but it's not. I wish you the best whatever you decide to do.

I could tolerate mild salsas at six weeks, but at two years jalapenos and hot peppers are still a no-go. Even if I could follow them with something to quench the fire, my little tummy can't hold enough to make a difference.

Bread, crackers, breading, etc., sit on my tummy like Play-Doh. It makes me miserable for hours.