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Hi all, AnotherMe Sorry, I haven't been on in awhile! I've been bad lately.......i was down to 162 in Nov, got a bad chest cold and was unfilled, I did ok until January and have gone down hill from there. I think I've been as high as 180. I need to go get a fill but I'm to embarrassed. I joined weight watchers last week, hoping to get back on track:(. I'm game if anyone wants to have a lil meeting/get-together support group. Krissy

looking for a support group, I live hwy 6 & 529 area:help:

I like Carol http://www.carolestrayhorn.com/

Stay on top of Lap Band Solutions, they are a lil' slow. You could call Dr's office, not sure how much it will help, but it can't hurt. Maybe dealing with the two insurances has lap band solutions confused..........who knows! Try to relax............make some phone calls, it will all work out.

REUNION OF A 60+ YEAR OLD LADY I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last forty years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them. Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees... before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black crepe caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at Saks: the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup --the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day" kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow. But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear. OK, time to get ready! I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's posterior" face cream. I set my hair on hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, hamhock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium bra." I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled and kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper buns?" Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my buns to my knees. But I was firm! Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. >From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly sidestepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn--straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have lift up! My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest. And I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh...why did I buy heels with buckles? Then I had to pee again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion. IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH - YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!

I have UHC choice plus, I went to Dr St Laurent.(super nice) I didn't have to pay anything, just my $15 co-pay for doctor visits. Things may have changed since Oct./05 but it wouldn't hurt to try. He's on the corner of 1960 and 249, near Willowbrook Mall. oh and he didn't measure me so say your 5'4" and put some quarters(a role) in your pockets and wear heavy clothes:)

That's where I had my Son :confused: 7 yrs ago!

i have never heard of waiting a yearrrrrrrrrrrrrr, that's crazy, did'nt the doctor give you a timeline of some sort before the surgery, I had a small fill at 4weeks

check with dr matthew st laurent, i have uhc. 281 921-1890

:clap2: I did it.........yeahhhhhhhhhhh, thanks for the encouragement guyes, it was quick and almost painless, just the thought of a needle makes my blood pressure rise:nervous oh well its over and I have a feeling this fill is going to kick my @$$

I need some encouragement, I hate fills. I've only had two but the first one went horribly.......I HATE NEEDLES!!!! I get so nervous, I feel my heart racing just thinking about it. I haven't been back to the doctor since Dec 6th, I've made several appointments but cancelled them all. Anyway I have an appointment Wed. I don't want to cancel...........:help: I think I'm also embarrassed I've lost so little weight, I tell myself when I loose 10 pounds I'll go and get a fill, well I haven't lost 10 pounds in a longggggggggggggggg time:faint:

dr matthew st. laurent...........very nice, i have his number if you need it

my sis works for sterling, 2 of her co-workers just had gastric, i bet they cover the lap band