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Welcome to the banded Gentry!

babies laughing... I love that sound. I'm convinced a fairy is born when a baby laughs... (of course, my mother finds that sound anoying... but she doesn't like children, not even her own.)

Sorry hun! ((((hugs)))) being in pain like that is less than no fun! I have no idea what it could be, but I sure hope you get resolution soon!

Well, My DH had a rediculous BMI, something like 82, a meaningless number. But he weighed 600 pounds when he was banded. In 3 years he's lost 200 pounds.

Hi Halo, I'm in Bellevue. Welcome to LBT. Check out the food forum, there are some great ideas there. Who did your band, and what sort of support system do you have from your surgeon's office? 25 pounds since Dec would put you at just about one pound a week, so that isn't all that slow, you are on track for 50 pounds in a year! Excellent progress.

Hi there! I'm not the spokes model for the Turtle Tribe for nothing... :tea: If you are working out that much, you are rocking! And yes, I think it is a marvolous idea to get your FFM checked. Hopefully, you'll be like our Pat and have put on muscle mass like nobody's business! She gained something like 52 muscle pounds from her work outs. That means that she has even less weight to lose than when she started! Since you are working out like a fiend, you might really think about working with a nutritionist who specializes in athelets. I know, it's funny to think of ourselves that way, but if you are working like that, it's what you are. Own it and love it baby! (hurray!) You might even find that you will need to increase your calories to lose weight. Yes, I know that doesn't make a lick of sense, but that's why I recommend seeing a specialist, and not just internet souces. So, if on the other hand, nothing is working, and the band really isn't working for you, then it is time to start demanding answers from your doctors. Do not let any one push you away and tell you that you need to eat less, especially if you are already eating less! Demand answers from your doctors, DEMAND them I say! I don't think you need "tough love." I'm not a big fan of that approche myself. I don't buy into the "I hurt you because I love you." To me, that is abuse. Anyway.... Be kind to yourself.

I've been on a dewsy of a High since about Thursday, I've been testing back-to-back since Friday night. (ok, I didn't test from Midnight lastnight to 10:30 this morning because the lab I use was out of UFC jugs.) Chris called me this afternoon, which I missed her first two calls. I was in the backyard sleeping under the maples. She called again this evening, and gave me Friday's results .... Friday I hit 299. The Gods only know what I hit yesterday and today, when I feel like I was much Higher than Friday. I should have those results probably on Thusday... I don't even want to think about what happens on Thusday. Anyway, Chris said they want me to come back down to OHSU on my next High cycle. So, that should be in two weeks, give or take. I expect to crash in the next day or so, if my pattern holds true.

I've been on a dewsy of a High since about Thursday, I've been testing back-to-back since Friday night. (ok, I didn't test from Midnight lastnight to 10:30 this morning because the lab I use was out of UFC jugs.) Chris called me this afternoon, which I missed her first two calls. I was in the backyard sleeping under the maples. She called again this evening, and gave me Friday's results .... Friday I hit 299. The Gods only know what I hit yesterday and today, when I feel like I was much Higher than Friday. I should have those results probably on Thusday... I don't even want to think about what happens on Thusday. Anyway, Chris said they want me to come back down to OHSU on my next High cycle. So, that should be in two weeks, give or take. I expect to crash in the next day or so, if my pattern holds true.

So, I'm feeling really High, which doesn't help. I woke up late, not that I have anything to do with my life, but I wanted to get up before it got hot. Husband refuses to sleep with me, so I'm generally pissed off about that. He doesn't want to sleep outside with me, and inside is ... well there is no way I can sleep in the house its so hot. He said there was no room. IT'S THE FREAKING BACK-YARD! HOW MUCH ROOM DOES HE THINK HE NEEDS???? So. I got up late. Took my two full UFC jugs from yesterday into the lab so I could have my blood drawn. They always want it fasting, so no coffee yet for me. Because it's a fasting-draw, it means the my morning is disrupted, because I dont' have my coffee. It's the ritual, more than the caffein, I think. Get to the lab, they draw my blood. I've been doing back-to-back UFCs since Friday, but they ran out of the containers because I'm pee-ing my brains out. (Is it normal to pee 5000 ccs a day? I think not.) Anyway, this morning they got a shipment of supplies, and the containers they got for the UFCs are 3 counces. THREE OUNCE BOTTLES FOR ME! Ok, that was actually funny. Did I mention that I got a phone call about 5 minutes after I got up? It was from the breast cancer center. They found a large mass in my right breast. Obviously, 3-oz bottles are not going to cut it for the pee machine I've turned into, so the other lab-tech drives over to their main office to get the right ones for me. While she's gone, I decide I'll head over to the grocery store to get a latte. I bought some small grocery items, while i was there, some specialty coffee stuff. I got some cash back so could go to the movies to beat the heat. I go back and get my correct UFC containers, and it hits me that the total at the grocery store was a little excessive, so I double checked my recipt. They over charged me for the maple sugar, by $4! So, I drive back to the grocery store and get that straightened out. I leave the store, and the sugar on the counter. Then I realize I've lost the $20 bucks I got earlier, and the guy comes out with my sugar. So, by this time, I'm cranky, my head is splitting, my kidneys hurt, and I've just realized I've lost a $20 bill. Oh, and I have to pee. I go to call my husband, wanting him to say something sweet to me, and disover he's forgotten to pay the cell phone bill. In my frustration, I had a temper tantrum, and threw the phone onto the passenger seat, which promptly bounced against the window.... That was the best part of the morning. That I'd rolled up the window. I didn't realize that my son, who's been driving my car, left me on empty. I don't think I have enough to make it to the gas station. So, he's not going to drive my car again, not for a long while. Oh, and the last time he drove it, he and his girlfriend destroyed my MP3 adapter so I can listen to it through the car stereo. All I wantted to do when I got home was take a baseball bat to something. Anything. My husband's motorcycle. The broken one he bought for me and refuses to fix. Smash all the mirrors in the house because I can't stant the sight of me anymore. Break every dish in the house, throw all his clothes out on the lawn and set them on fire, take an ax to the shed.

Wow,, it broke you say? Did you get any more information other than "it broke?" And 2 hours is a little extreme, in my understanding of the band. Anyway, welcome to the Banded Gentry

I'm just outside of Seattle. ...

I'm the Pine, DH is the Weeping willow, DS1 (spud) is is Poplar, DS2 (Sky) is an Apple

Donali! I miss Donali! Kare!

yup, perfectly normal. If you've just moved from liquids to soft, then you suddenly have mass in your colon. which was pretty empty from the weeks of liquid. Lots of people see the scale move up at this stage. notice I did not say weight gain. Very important. Any weight lost before the first fill is BONUS and not band weight loss. Many people don't lose any real weight until after their first and sometimes second fill. Cheers and Courage!

I too think it's because of the whole emply calorie thing. It doesn't help while trying to lose weight, and if your are going with low-glycmic index style, sugars are at the top of that avoid list. Many folks who've had something like the RNY are told to avoid sugar because they can get something called "the dumping syndrome" where their bodies just cannot tollerate some foods.

Well, it helps because it physically restricts what you eat. You litterally cannot eat more than the fill will allow. But it does nothing for the underlying issues.

So, I'm feeling really High, which doesn't help. I woke up late, not that I have anything to do with my life, but I wanted to get up before it got hot. Husband refuses to sleep with me, so I'm generally pissed off about that. He doesn't want to sleep outside with me, and inside is ... well there is no way I can sleep in the house its so hot. He said there was no room. IT'S THE FREAKING BACK-YARD! HOW MUCH ROOM DOES HE THINK HE NEEDS???? So. I got up late. Took my two full UFC jugs from yesterday into the lab so I could have my blood drawn. They always want it fasting, so no coffee yet for me. Because it's a fasting-draw, it means the my morning is disrupted, because I dont' have my coffee. It's the ritual, more than the caffein, I think. Get to the lab, they draw my blood. I've been doing back-to-back UFCs since Friday, but they ran out of the containers because I'm pee-ing my brains out. (Is it normal to pee 5000 ccs a day? I think not.) Anyway, this morning they got a shipment of supplies, and the containers they got for the UFCs are 3 counces. THREE OUNCE BOTTLES FOR ME! Ok, that was actually funny. Did I mention that I got a phone call about 5 minutes after I got up? It was from the breast cancer center. They found a large mass in my right breast. Obviously, 3-oz bottles are not going to cut it for the pee machine I've turned into, so the other lab-tech drives over to their main office to get the right ones for me. While she's gone, I decide I'll head over to the grocery store to get a latte. I bought some small grocery items, while i was there, some specialty coffee stuff. I got some cash back so could go to the movies to beat the heat. I go back and get my correct UFC containers, and it hits me that the total at the grocery store was a little excessive, so I double checked my recipt. They over charged me for the maple sugar, by $4! So, I drive back to the grocery store and get that straightened out. I leave the store, and the sugar on the counter. Then I realize I've lost the $20 bucks I got earlier, and the guy comes out with my sugar. So, by this time, I'm cranky, my head is splitting, my kidneys hurt, and I've just realized I've lost a $20 bill. Oh, and I have to pee. I go to call my husband, wanting him to say something sweet to me, and disover he's forgotten to pay the cell phone bill. In my frustration, I had a temper tantrum, and threw the phone onto the passenger seat, which promptly bounced against the window.... That was the best part of the morning. That I'd rolled up the window. I didn't realize that my son, who's been driving my car, left me on empty. I don't think I have enough to make it to the gas station. So, he's not going to drive my car again, not for a long while. Oh, and the last time he drove it, he and his girlfriend destroyed my MP3 adapter so I can listen to it through the car stereo. All I wantted to do when I got home was take a baseball bat to something. Anything. My husband's motorcycle. The broken one he bought for me and refuses to fix. Smash all the mirrors in the house because I can't stant the sight of me anymore. Break every dish in the house, throw all his clothes out on the lawn and set them on fire, take an ax to the shed.

I'm sure everyone is aware of the theory that Kevin Bacon is the Center of the Entertainment industry, and that every actor can someway be traced back to him. (Rin Tin Tin and "Fatty" Arbuckle both have a rating of 3) Mike Short has a Bacon number of 2. Mike Short was in Muffin Man (2003) with Stephen Kyle Stephen Kyle was in Mystic River (2003) with Kevin Bacon http://oracleofbacon.org/cgi-bin/oracle/movielinks?firstname=Bacon%2C+Kevin&game=1&secondname=Mike+Short http://oracleofbacon.org/

Hi Catey! One of my S-i-Ls lives in Kent. I spent most of my summers in the Kent highlands, up near Black diamond.... Anyway, who are you going with for your surgery?

Elisabeth, you have AC??? I don't think I know anyone that actually has AC other than in their cars! I moved my bed out to the back yard, under the broad-leave maples. One of the perks of owning part of a greenbelt! I still can't convince the DH to move outside with me. I'm working on it though. I guess when he realizes that I'm there for the rest of the summer he might cave though.... The reason I'm under the trees is that 5am when it gets light is a bit too early for this Gurl! Hoping everyone else is doing well! We went to the movies, and cooled off there. I think I'll be going to a matinae tomorrow afternoon, just to beat the heat.

Hi, were you advised by your doc to crush the pill? You might see if you can get it in liquid form. Ask your doc about whether you can have Peanut Butter, they would be the better choice to ask. :jaw: my doc ordered chocolate milk, 2% the night I was in hospital for my meds Sure do L-O-V-E Dr. W at NWWLS

LISA!!!! We miss you! We are all looking forward to your update!

is it on your kidney or your adreanal gland whilch happens to be attached to your kidney? But it sounds painful (((((hugs))))) I understand what you mean about being relieved that they found *something.*

Well, my mother has had a few back surgeries. I don't know that you would want to use her though.

I think this is entirely apporprate. So many people have been so large for so long that they might not appricate themselves at all stages of their lives. Some people think that they will only be sexy if they are size BLA, and not BLA+blarg. Many people who've used their size as a shield against unwanted sexual advances are caught completely blindsided when they start to lose weight, or have lost a significant amount of weight. For the first time, they are no longer invisible. It can come as quite a shock for many people, when they start to attract attention, perhaps for the first time. Someone posted that their NSV was they were asked to dance. Holy crap! Such a small think is such a major thing. I've never cheated on my husband, nor has he cheated on me. Not even when we were physically separated while I was attending ISU in exile. We were only separated because my scholarship is for ISU, and it didn't make sense to uproot their lives. How do I know he's never cheated on me? If you were to ever see the two of us together, you would never ask that question. You would never have to ask, nor would it even enter your mind to ask.