LipstickLady

I teach kickboxing on Wednesday nights at my Martial Arts place. There are several women and a few men that may be at your house with torches and rope later. Just a friendly warning.

So you would rather her put off her future for an entire semester or school year for your surgery? As I stated, if she was doing something frivolous with her time, I would be cussing her right along with you (well, probably not -- not a good parenting tool), but we are talking about SCHOOL, her FUTURE, her possible livelihood. As for her court case, that's your choice, not your job. I can tell you that if it was my child that had a court case that she needed me to help her with, I would have been at her door and I would have dragged her butt there myself to make sure that she was on time, because again, her future is at risk if it was a criminal matter. You are correct, I don't know your backstory. I don't know your history. I don't know you and I don't know your child. I do, however, know that as a parent, my child's education would come before anything else, including surgery. If something were to go wrong, there is nothing my children could do to stop it and they don't need to be there for it. She said she could take you and if sitting there while you are in surgery and the recovery room for hours is more important to you than her going to school, so be it. I don't understand it, but I certainly won't argue your choice to feel the way you do. Good luck on your journey!

For some reason I'm guessing my opinion won't be well received but I can deal. I totally understand your frustration and annoyance. It sucks to depend on someone and have them let you down and I'm thrilled to hear that you were able to work it out. That said, I would never ask my child to put off her education for an elective surgery. She doesn't determine class start dates, I assume, and it's not fair of you to ask her to put off her life for an entire semester to accommodate you. You don't need someone at the hospital and the staff there can handle your belongings. All you really need is a ride there and a ride home. I didn't want my husband to take a vacation day from work (I'd much rather spend that precious time somewhere tropical) so he took me, waited as long as he could and came back nine hours later when he got off. He only stayed 15 minutes or so so that he could get home to our kids and I had my mom drive me home the next day. No big deal. Certainly not worth the anger. I don't think she is being selfish or inconsiderate. She is living her life. If she had planned a spa day or a trip to the mall, you would be totally justified in your feelings, but education trumps a ride to the hospital in my opinion. Would you bust your ass to help her? I bet you would because you are the parent. That's the way it works. Is our hard work always repaid 100%? Eh...maybe not but that's ok. I exist to see my kids thrive and the fact that she is working on improving her life through education just as your are through surgery should make you proud. Good luck to you!

As a previous math teacher, I would concur.

Walk, walk, walk. Sounds like you ate too much, too fast. Keep burping, it will go down.

Describe your diet for us! No matter how hard it is, concentrate on your goals. It's SO SO worth it.

You look amazing!!

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Awesome! You do them, I will sit back here and watch. :wub:

I was at a luncheon and I had a lady comment on how much I've lost and then ask if I was losing on purpose. I laughed a bit and told her that I was absolutely losing it on purpose. She then paused, looked at me again and asked if I MEANT to lose weight. (B*tch, please. I was 264 pounds at 5'3". YES. I MEANT to lose weight.) About ten minutes later, she interrupted my conversation to ask me AGAIN if I was intentionally losing weight. I looked at her, told her that I did NOT have cancer, I did not have a thyroid disorder, I did not have HIV, Addison's, Diabetes, etc. I told her I was sick and tired of being fat and I was LOSING WEIGHT ON PURPOSE and that she could reword her question in any way she wanted, my answer was not going to change. Shut her up for the rest of the afternoon.

Sounds to me like you're just itching for a fight. Follow your doctor's advice or don't. Take some of the advice here or don't. Make up your own rules along the way if you wish. Post here, read here, incite a "riot" here or discuss, debate, converse civilly - it's all up to you. This is YOUR journey and you are the boss of you. No one can make you feel bad but YOU but that said, only YOU can choose the words you are throwing out here to represent who you are. Think about that along the way. Good luck to you. I wish you much success.

More power to you, sister! This is how I got fat in the first place.

But they did remove MINE through your vagina.

I'm so confused! I assume you are an adult. Why would you feel bad about making a personal decision? The only person that can make you feel bad about you is YOU.

Huh...did someone somewhere tell you that you can't?

And it only gets better!

I am 5.5 months out and I feel your pain. I am able to drink about 3 ounces at a time FINALLY, but I can do that several times over 15 minutes. It used to take me about an hour to drink 8 ounces but now I can drink 16 ounces in about 15 minutes. What I am drinking makes a BIG difference. Water is tough but Gatorade goes down easily. My Protein shakes are quick and I do my best work through a straw. But don't tell anyone.

I hate that for you. I am so lucky not to experience this but I know many people who have. Can you imagine how much it would be as you get older with all the excessive weight piled on top? YIKES! I hope you find relief!

I had a lot of difficulty eating for my first 4 months. In fact, at 5.5 months, food still gets stuck, I still throw up after a few bites once in awhile, and I've yet to get in my Protein. I am fairly certain that I have a minor stricture and should get my esophagus stretched but I am not going to because while I want to eat mentally, physically I don't need to eat more than I am. I still have moments of dread about protein, but I suck it up and do what I have to do. When I just can't, I have a few wheat crackers and some Peanut Butter or cream cheese and call it a day. I have found fall back foods like Jerky, almonds, babybel cheeses, hummus, greek yogurt based dips, etc. when I just can't stomach the thought of meat of any kind. (I cannot eat poultry, it makes me vomit since my sleeve so I am stuck with pork, seafood and beef for now.) All that said, it gets a bit better each week. I am also down 85 freaking pounds. I was a snug size 20 with a 2x top. I am now a snug size 12 with a large top. (Snug 12s look good, snug 20s do not.) My bra size dropped from a 44DD to a 36DD. My exercise clothes are now medium and large and I can use them for more than just holding down the couch. Food is no longer the center of my life, but more of an afterthought because I do still get hungry physically. My mental hunger has dulled down to a whisper but it still rears it's ugly head around that time of the month. It can be squashed a lot faster now and my inside voice no longer rules my life. It's AMAZING.

The alternative is healthier meals, eating for nourishment, exercising or (insert favorite hobby here) to relax or feel better, socializing when entertaining, less worries about heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes. Healthier joints, no back pain, longer life, cuter clothes, fitter body, ability to move and dance and climb and run and jump and hike and do all the things that are OH SO FREAKING HARD TO DO when you are 50, 60, 100, 150 pounds overweight. AND? You look and feel great while you are doing it. WIN!!!!!

I can unload a cart full of junk food onto the conveyer belt without self consciously telling the cashier about the sleepover that is going on that night at my house. I can tell the dressing room attendant I need a different size without shame in either direction. I can nibble on a cookie in a room full of moms I've just met without feeling like the fat lady in the room. I no longer look around to see if (wait, not if, THAT!) I *am* the fat mom in the room. I can wear my yoga pants in public because its much more plausible that I actually wear them to work out. I no longer care if/when/where we are having lunch out. Not only can I wear colors, but I can wear patterns! Even on my ass! ... I could go on forever!

I had a catheter so pads were not an option.

I was on the rag, I had a cold and an ear infection. It's all ok. I used tampons.

You totally win.

And the boots? I am claustrophobic and refused them. (After my brain surgery, I felt chained to the bed because of them and I suffered many panic attacks in an already sucky situation.) I didn't sleep at all in the hospital. Instead, I walked all night. I had to be on my feet moving for at least 30 minutes of every hour which was the alternative to the boots. I was happy to do it.