Fluffnomore

I'm still in the head that I don't quite believe transition clothes are a thing. As in, I'll never transition in or transition out. I did break down and give away a suit and two dresses this weekend to a friend. Progress...

Go Lyn go!

Too early.

Maybe you were less of a threat to her then. My FIL is the same way. Loves to call me, my husband, BIL and SIL "so big." When we lose weight, he professes to be "so worried" about us. This is a way some people feel superior. Eff them.

I started the process at 39.9 BMI so I had to maintain it, which sounds ridiculous and honestly not much work. That said, between the time that they submitted paperwork and the surgery (2-3 weeks; it was a quick turnaround) I lost at least 4 pounds, and maybe more like 10. I don't know because they didn't weigh me the morning of. At the last appointment a few days before I'd lost 4 pounds, but I was on a liquid diet the last 5 days so it was probably more than that.

There's another concept here…that is that the only person who can really sabotage your weight loss efforts is you. I'm the main cook and bottle washer for my family. My husband is appealing a decision by the insurance company against weight loss surgery, but has been a little crazy with the kids since that point. Look, just because someone orders pizza doesn't mean you have to eat it. Or even stay in the house while they do. Just because your husband wants Del Taco at 8 doesn't mean you have to drive him there. And yes, I TOTALLY get that you don't want him driving impaired. On the other hand, you're not the boss of him. If you see the first 2-3 pages of the Enabling thread, before it jumps the shark, these behaviors are what got us all to the point of WLS. There's nothing that is harder at first than saying no to the people you love. My husband in particular is a pouter if everything is not just so. He also pouts that I have "gotten a jump on him" in WLS, and complains about how unfair it is. But I refuse to let that influence me off the path I have chosen. Marfar, I know you're working through all this. But saying no to yourself is also important. Substitute! Make the drive but don't order something. Or, have your excuse ready and stick to your guns. The other night I was asked by a bunch of friends to go out and have a drink. I was just recently cleared for alcohol in very small amounts and I really enjoy the odd cocktail here or there. But I hadn't had a drink yet since surgery and I knew it wouldn't be putting me in an ideal situation. I said no, but it wasn't easy because I got the whole, "Oh, come on! One drink with us. It'll be fun! You've worked so hard." It's like they were the voices in my head. But I left. And it really wasn't hard to not have a drink when I was home and in a situation that I control. You know? I know it sucks to be in a situation that you need to weigh the long term outcome vs the short term "benefits" but it is a muscle like any other and it needs to be exercised in order for it to work properly. We fatties are brilliant at ignoring the long term in favor of gratification. But we can change. And unfortunately, that change often needs to happen in spite of what is going on around us, or who supports us.

Wendy's fries + Frosty = good. Judgy Junkie = bad. The original topic hasn't popped up much in about 30-40 pages. NTTAWWT.

My only Whataburger was a vast disappointment. I bit into that thing thinking the heavens would open up and angels would sing. You know what happened? Jesus and all the saints wept. It was cold and meh. Those bastards.

Okay, this is an invention my brothers made. They would slice off hunks of ice cream and put them between two slices of white bread. Voila! Ice cream sandwiches. Yep, no disordered eating in MY family of origin.

That fry and ketchup thing? Sick sick sick. I am judging GG and Mrs. Butter. Oh my GOD you guys. I must be semi OCD. And it's not for handy things like keeping a clean kitchen or bathroom. It's for food being in its proper place. WTF is wrong with me? Look at all of these skeletons we're dragging out of my closet.

I've been having only one cup since about a week after surgery. Today I had TWO. Hoo doggy, did that ever make a difference. Also, see your miralax experience. It was a close thing.

Welp, I just went for the first time in about 3 days. Same diet as you. I had the brilliant thought to add a cup of coffee this morning and that moved everything along. Sigh. You're right. There's very little fiber to be had here.

Great goal. I just got a post from one of my CF friends about doing an obstacle race in May called Mudderella. These other girls are well able to do it and want to do it as someone's bachelorette party; I'm the weak link. My goal is not to be the weak link.

Better to wait two weeks now than to really get injured and wait another six!

One's not quite enough. Two is pretty much too much, or close. I'm still experimenting. I mean for a while there I completely forgot that I could have one egg, and something else. Oooh! Oooh! Also, with eggs I can't stand them cold. So I know I'm eating them too quickly. I mean, I'm not chugging them or anything, but I'm definitely not taking longer than 5-10 minutes. More to work on.

Seela, I was cleared for walking and elliptical type stuff at the 4 week appointment. They told me I couldn't do sit ups or core, or lift more than 25 pounds until 6 weeks. I belong to a CrossFit box, so there's no point going back until the 6 weeks are up. The only cardio machines we have are rowing machines, also off limits until 6 weeks. And I had a hernia repair too, so I'm tending toward the cautious side on this.

I have apologized to the next door neighbors. On the left they were completely confused when I presented them with a pie and an original poem by Marley. But also kind of pissed that someone called the cops. The ones on the right (who I believe might have called) are not home but their box of crap goodies on their porch waiting for them to come home. If it's the neighbors in the back, they can go pee up a rope. I have never met them, and I'm not about to start now. I've been here 16 years, goddamned it, and they can get off my lawn. Here is the poem Marley (the assholed dog) wrote: I have this problem in the morning. Of barking early, with no warning. And dodging all attempts by mom To get me inside and keep me calm So here are some treats, and I hope they'll work And show you I'm not a total jerk. Yeah, yeah…it's lacking the right rhythm. Sue me. The kids are out finally putting the leaves into bags. The dog is outside barking again, and I just heard my eldest yell, "Marley! Shut UP! We don't need the po-po to come back and bust us again."

I don't know how to articulate this either, but I think it might also be that she feels she would be "happy" at my weight, so the fact that I have gone to this "drastic" extreme might not sit well. But that's a lot of assumptions wrapped in innuendo and of course my latent psychic abilities.

I think it was a shock to her. Not sure why; she has eyes and she has surely seen me steadily gain weight over the last 20 years.

I'm early but there is no problem with memory loss; if anything I have more stamina and energy which leads to less falling through the cracks. Basically, I juggle cats for a living. Anyway, that's been my experience. Especially once the anesthesia and painkillers are out of your system.

OK, what would you give my neighbor? Please don't say a flaming poop sack.

Mouse, I have the same experience, especially with scrambled eggs. I don't know why. Keep it to one or two eggs and just stop. You might feel full eventually. (I'm four weeks out.) Also, your nerve endings are probably still healing so you may not have that full feeling yet.

She was also blown away by the fact that I had surgery. Even at my heaviest, I was smaller than she is. She asked why, and I said, "Because I was clinically morbidly obese, I qualified, and I want to do this now while there is some time to turn it around." Oh well. No competition from my standpoint but it says a lot about denial and how we see ourselves too.

I have found that it totally depends. I did what you did above with some ground beef the family was eating but it was still too dry. Chili with ground beef seems fine. I'm guessing we will get used to it with time.

I have employed the Facebook hive brain in the matter of People of Small Town IL vs Dog of Fluffnomore. Although there are a couple of people who believe those who called the po-po on me are douchednozzle, passive aggressive miscreants, I have to admit that it is still my fault for giving up. The words, "Then stay out there, you little assholed, I don't care" may have been snarled through the door. The overall consensus is that I should bake some cookies or pumpkin bread and drop them off with an apologetic note.