LipstickLady

I've always been a huge flirt so my husband is used to it. He's noticed the flirting that comes back is a lot more INTERESTED. It's funny. He knows no one else would put up with me, so...

Wait. Maybe he isn't. How tall is your husband?

And my ass is bigger than YOURS.

Did someone say porn?

Where?

I just smile and move on. Enjoy it. It's harmless unless you choose to dwell on it or pursue it.

I hope my hair doesn't come back but I'm sure it will. And why did y'all think I was a blond!?!?

They are my favorites! Pony hair danskos. Who knew danskos makes non old lady shoes, right? They are platform shoes with a three inch heel. Comfy as can be, too.

Nope. You need your soaped!

I went to three WLS seminars at three different practices to get different perspectives while I was doing my research. I chose my sleeve because I knew that it was the best option for ME and for my lifestyle. I know how busy I get at times and I know that I am usually the last person I take care of so the other options were not going to be effective for me as far as maintenance. With the LB, I knew I would never get around to fills or unfills. The learning curve seemed daunting with each adjustment and the idea that none of the grehlin would be removed (yes, I know it can come back, yes, I know that it was still a risky maybe with the sleeve, but yes, I still wanted SOME chance over NO chance) was a deal breaker for me. I knew I didn't want a port and I also didn't want a second surgery if I changed my mind. And my biggest reason? I didn't want the ability to change my mind or ease up on myself. I've done that for 40 some years. As far as bypass, the idea of dumping scared the poo out of me. (See what I did there?) Yes, I know that not everyone dumps. Yes, I knew there was still risk of it with sleeve and while I've never done it, I slime like a mother-trucker! I wanted to be able to have a piece of birthday cake or some ice cream without repercussion. Sweets are not a trigger for me so I saw no need to cut myself off from them forever (possibly) and the idea of getting the questioning looks every time I refused anything sweet just turned me off. My biggest reason was the Vitamins. I hate swallowing pills. To this day, I rarely take them. My six month blood levels came back excellent without them save for my VitD deficiency which has existed all my life but has actually improved tremendously. I knew I would probably die of scurvy or some other pirate disease because I knew that I would not follow orders. The sleeve was right for ME based on my research, my lifestyle and my needs. My decision on what was best for me does not take away from anyone else's "what is best for them". I love my sleeve just as others love the decision their WLS decision. I wish everyone the health and success I am having!

Butter's hangy downy thing totally made my knickers fall off. :wub:

I'm passing out free hugs to all who want them and all who need them. Except Butter. Last time I hugged him he tried to squeeze my boob. He musta thought I was that other chick.

Yup. I've got nothing to blame but me.

I am extremely competitive. I don't quit until I win. No one wants to play games with me because I truly suck as a person when there is a win or loss on the line. I am at the top of my field in my area for what I do and if someone better moved in, I would find a way to pass them up or bleed from my eyes trying. My oldest is just like me and I can't say I'm proud of it. It's just this innate thing I can't suppress unless I remove myself totally from the situation. That said, I cannot play silly competition amongst women. I swear I should have been born a man. I totally don't get it. If your choice doesn't affect me, why play this silly game? Working mom vs. Stay at home mom. (I pissed them all off by working from home. They didn't know what to do with that.) The earrings and make-up at the gym. Who came with the tallest Starbucks cup and the most expensive yoga/tennis/golf outfit to the 7am PTA meeting. Who's husband worked the most hours/made the most money. Who carried the best handbag or drove the newest minivan. And yes, we see it here. Makes me crazy. Who gives a flying fluck!?!?!

I fall asleep and awaken to a bunch of fool childrened.

There was so much wrong with this post I seriously wanted to pass out. I'll just say this... Her choices and instincts got her to where she is now. Are they really going to get her where she wants to be without professional help?

GG, you are taking me far too literally but you are right, I chose the wrong words. I would never ever I intentionally be hurtful to someone who is on this journey because I sure as hell hate a hypocrite and I've not quite figured out why I let myself get to this point so who am I to be pointing out any kettles? Liar was not at all what I meant even though it was what I said. I was making a poor attempt at a schoolyard joke, like a na nee na nee boo boo, but it flopped. My apologies.

How many stories have we heard/read from people who claim they eat like a bird, here and in real life? Tons! There is a fairly new one that screams denial and I have sworn to myself to keep my mouth shut so as not to go in screaming HAIRY FAIRY LIAR!! I have no ill feelings towards those steeping in deep denial, I just know my big fat mouth and my brain sometimes fail to communicate effectively. Everyone's story is unique and I despise the us against them mentality. My way of reaching moo cow status is certainly not superior to anyone else's. if anything, it's the most shameful. I have nothing to blame physically, chemically, mentally (as in deep suppressed psych trauma) or anything other than pure gluttony. Plain and simple. My eating habits are reason #385497144/6 that I should have been born a man. No joke!

Like Laura, I was a volume eater which is why I knew this surgery would be perfect for me. I never allowed myself to eat a whole pizza in one sitting or a whole cake (not a sweets eater), but I would eat half a pizza and then a bag of chips and an hour or so later eat some more. I could put away a huge Thanksgiving meal and then be back in the fridge to finish off the leftovers within 45 minutes. RIDICULOUS amounts of food and fast! A twelve inch sub and chips, an entire stromboli that could be shared by two with leftovers. I ate quickly and alone because it was embarrassing how much I could put away and this gave me the ability to be full so I could eat a more socially acceptable portion in front of everyone else. Funniest thing about surgery? I remember my kids almost guarding their fries when we would eat out because I would inhale my food and then eye theirs until they surrendered it. Now, they often comment on how they love sharing with me. I eat one or four bites max, and they are small ones. It's a big change and one I love. I felt trapped by my obsession with food and I'm free.

My husband says that when I straighten my hair. He's never said it about my body. HA! I'm sure it's true, though.

You're very sweet. Now go put your glasses on. I'm getting there, though!

Sick maybe, but I think he was pushing it with the hostile.

Y'all are MEAN. I give my kids options when I cook or heat up leftovers. I want my snuggly-wugglies to feel as if they are being nurtured and cared for as only a mother could. I want their every need to be met to the best of my ability because after all, they are the fruit of my loins and I love them like no other. When I make something they don't care for, they can eat it with the love and joy I felt as I was preparing it or they can eat a PB&J or bowl of cereal. Let's hope the bread isn't stale and the milk isn't spoiled. If it is, their last choice is to suck it.

I feel ya' Butter. (And then I washed my hands after.) It just seems to always turn into that by some. Shame comes up, embarrassment, unwillingness to help others by testifying to the alter of WLS, blah blah blah... Your cancer story disgusted me far more than my story of an acquaintance peddling Herbalife and wraps being the cause of her 175 pound weight loss NOT her gastric bypass. (Cuz you know, she only lost 36 pounds with gastric. )

Amen sister. I've never understood this us against them mentality that we see all the time. I feel as if I am back in my twenties (and not in a good way) when it was stay at home mom VS working mother. Sheesh! What effect does it have on YOUR life if I choose not to tell the world and you do? What effect does it have on MY world if you have a lap band and I have a sleeve and that bald dude over there just got bypass? Our personal journeys are just that - personal. Why is it that people strive so hard to feel superior over others when in reality, no one really gives a rat's ass?