Madam Reverie

6oz yoghurt is a good size, for 11 days out. What stage are you at? Mushies? Maybe you should consider getting some very lean minced up Protein with some veggies boiled to smithereens in it. I betcha anything, your ability to eat 6oz of yoghurt will NOT be representative of when you hit mushies with some real protein in it. You'll be maxing out on 3oz - if you're lucky. Have you considered a PPI for excess acid? And drinking a bit more Water?

Oops, poor family! I tend to try and vent mine against inanimate objects - like the bath, with a scrubbing brush. If I have to 'engage' with humans when I'm angry, particularly the 'offender' my tongue can be quite unrelentingly vicious. Clean floors all round? Don't mind if I do!

I was hungry every 2.5 hours. I still am. It wasn't head hunger - it was real hunger. I make sure that in between my 'meals', I have stuff available which is Protein rich and calorie rich. Generally nuts and a bit of dried fruit. Failing that, a yoghurt. I was worried this might be classified as 'grazing' - but I was informed by my nutritionist, it isn't. When I was early out and in between my protein shakes/drinks, I'd have a mouthful of ambrosia custard. It went in nicely, stayed down nicely and gave me the little boost of energy I needed. Don't fret about it. Find something that is in the house that works for you at this juncture. As long as the texture is right and in line with your plan, you will not be doing yourself any long-term damage. If the kids yoghurts are there? I suggest you eat them. 11 days out, a kids yoghurt will do you for three 'snacking' sessions anyway

Some might not consider this productive.. But if it is possible - don't feel hurt - get angry. Take the energy you get from being angry and do something productive with it; decorate the house, clean the kitchen, steam your floors, take down the curtains and wash them. Might seem a bit bonkers, but not only do you vent some of those feelings out, you're left with a beautiful sparkling house. I think the official term for this is 'displacement' activity. In my experience, the moment I stop is the moment I wallow and the moment I reach for something -anything. Go, fly my pretty.. duster and bleach in hand, scrub the ever living hell out of something and rationalise what happened whilst you're doing it. You'll feel much better. Those macadamia encrusted chocolate truffles just won't have the same positive effect... in fact, they will just compound matters and make you feel worse. Stay strong x

I wouldn't worry about it one jot. You need a little sustenance of any form in these very early days. sugar free is also pretty bad for your insides in large quantities and so early on ( and in my humble opinion).

Yay! The absolute best of luck to you! Let us know how you get on.

Glad to hear you got a diagnosis and everything is in hand. Must be a huge relief! Here's hoping you have a lovely Christmas and a peaceful New Year All the best,

Don't panic - the first 6 weeks, in truth, suck quite a bit. Once you get your head round it, it becomes much easier. Hang on in there and if you feel something is 'wrong', be sure to get it checked ASAP. Nirvana is just around the corner

That's awesome, you clearly have a high pain threshold. Carry on as you are, but be mindful that something happened inside you which was quite dramatic. Wouldn't want you attempt to run a marathon in week four and end up keeling over! Glad you're feeling good though! Yay!

Having read the full Class Action Complaint and the response from Quest?... Quests lawyers are FAR better... Having a legal background, it made me chuckle. Let the crap-flinging commence!

Aww, but you are really cute Misty! x

I have a sleeve. I eat. I drink a lot of English tea. I drink a fair amount of Guinness, too (which is full of Iron - my excuse and I'm sticking to it). I am merry. I eat Protein, I eat veg. I eat the occasional slice of bread. I eat the very occasional cookie or piece of chocolate. I eat mixed salads and roasted meats and roasted potatoes and edamame nuts - but also salted cashews, too. I walked 10 miles yesterday. Sometimes I hit my goals. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I feel like I've done this myself. Sometimes I think I could never have done it without the surgery. I chose not to tell anyone what I've done. That gives me the luxury to 'zone out' commentary on this issue, because the subject is never up for debate. If anyone is going to go there, I am prepared and I will say 'oh, they amended my thyroid med prescription and its decimated my appetite'... Am I sensitive to the adverts which say 'don't go under the knife, do it our way!'? Not really. Because I know, deep down in my heart, I had no metabolism left. To get me to lose this amount of weight, would have been like trying to resuscitate the cooked fillet steak on my plate. I was a physically dysfunctional blob on a downward medical spiral. Do I care whether in the wider world I might be considered a 'dieting failure'? That I took the 'easy way out'? Hell. To. The. F**k. No. Why? Because this sleeved life is hard sometimes. I have to psychologically 'work' at it. And I really don't understand why in some way are efforts (whether in our own heads or others') are presumed 'nullified' by the fact we chose to 'go under the knife'. As 'shallow' as it may seem and since surgery; I can leap out of bed without having to swallow a ton of naproxin, codeine and metformin (et al). On Christmas day I will be wearing thigh high black suede high heeled boots and a very fetching 'Damsel in a Dress', dress. (Google 'em, they're nice) Those two things alone are all the affirmation and debate on this issue I will ever need. Now, it's nearly Christmas. Time for a drink, isn't it? x

That might well be a bucket load of hormones flooding your system, which had previously been stored in the fat you're losing (particularly relevant to women)... It could also be the fact that you're not eating half as much as you used to and are missing those carbs and sugar! I can growl now and again. I try to walk away and have a cup of tea... Gives me just enough time to calm down and not try and remove my fiance's head with a rusty spoon.....

I'm in the same boat. Just over 35 BMI when I started. However, I'm 5ft 10 and do 'carry it well'. However and despite this, no one was in my body when I was tired, unfit, sweating, shaking through metformin ingestion, had crippling sciatica, gut wrenching periods, IBS, low self-esteem and a cracked kneecap. No one was sat there when I was given a shot across the bow by the doctors that if things didn't improve by the time I hit 40, I'd have a whole world of pain coming my way with a strong familial history of breast/womb/kidney/liver cancer which are ALL made more likely to occur by being obese. I think I've lost 40lbs by now. No one knows apart from my Fiance that I was sleeved in order to achieve it. Don't want the commentary and certainly don't need the judgement. I don't take any tablets any more apart from the Pill and a PPI. I can hike for 10 miles and not feel physically tired (my knee and back are still getting used to it!). When I wake up, I leap out of bed and say 'c'mon world, what ya got for me'... (well, most of the time!) As long as there are no unforeseen long term negative effects of having this surgery, I can't see my regretting it. There's a LOT to be said for keeping your own counsel about this. As for the people that do know and make comments? Let them wash off you like Water off a ducks back. Those people have no place to comment and ultimately, do you really care? I know I certainly don't!

Being a Brit, I have paid little attention to the ObamaCare issue. My partner, being American, has a lot to say (although and admittedly, not always fully informed.. it starts with 'That bloomin' Obama'.. and goes down from there). It appears I must do some research to find out what exactly this is all about... Possession (of the facts), is nine-tenths of the Law - as they say.....

In three months, I have had two periods lasting over 17 days each. Don't panic it's your body doing its thang. I have PCOS, so the clotting thing is absolutely normal for me, too.. I wouldn't worry at this stage. Give it some time.. and perhaps some shares in Tampax....

I dunno.. but I certainly won't be counting it against my calorie intake.... I don't do sweets and puddings. Therefore I consider it my 'treat'... Bring on the champers... (and quite a few pigs in blankets) Oink oink

Erm, large amounts of alcohol? <skulks off in fear for her life>

No one is doing it for me, when I have a miniscule portion of my favourite dinner, lasagne, in front of me and I have to put my fork down and finish my meal after 5-6 small bites. No one is doing it for me as I count, measure, evaluate, and have my 'mood' being intrinsically linked to the success or 'failures' of any one given day. No one is doing it for me as I go through the circuitous process that is my internal dialogue saying 'Yeah, you're losing you look better'.. 'Ooh, check out your hanging skin'... 'I'm glad I had this done..' 'I wish I'd never had it done, I feel like I failed'. I hear ya, LL x

I didn't realise smoking pot was synonymous with Christmas?!!

It's all good. Glad you're feeling better by the day.

Yep, it changes... Smell being intrinsically linked to sense of taste, too... What you loved before, may turn your stomach for a while. What you avoided before, may turn out to be your new 'best' food. I have a man who is performing the function of 'human dustbin'. As I try things and feel they're 'not right' at the moment - it's passed over to him to finish off. He's put on weight as a consequence (he's 6ft 3 and weighs under 80kgs, so it's no major hardship) There is also a fair amount of medical research with lab-rats, which showed post bariatric surgery, they avidly avoided 'bad' things and went for the 'better things' in preference. I guess it's our body's way of saying 'Yeah, you've just had major surgery on your stomach, I'm going to mess with your hormones and senses for a while'... Not a bad thing - on balance. Stopped me from eating cheese for the longest time. And cheese. Was. My. Nemesis....

It's Christmas.. That's my excuse - and I'm sticking to it!

I opted for 4 pints of Guinness. I know it's not 'on plan' - but it worked!

Yep, I'm bunged up, too.. I'll take the 'known' inconvenience of 30 minute ' gurgle-gut downloads' for the belly-wrenching, colon-twisting, sweat creating, fissure/pile inducing alternative... How fragrant this thread is