RoscoColetrain

I honestly like it better. 3 bites = christmas dinner level full. 3-4 times a day. 0.o everything is a feast now.

I'm down 78lbs since jan 28th (surgery day), and 122 since june of last year. That seems pretty good to me. However I'm nowhere near where I want to wind up. Miles to go, blisters to form, sweat to drip, and pounds to lose before I can relax. I neither dread it or look forward to it at this point. It's a thing I'm doing and will keep doing. I'm not sure why, but compliments, at least from the people I talk to often, just aggravate the dickens out of me. Does anyone else feel like they are getting, or did get premature kudos? As usual, my nemesis is my mom. I know she's doing it from a position of love and happiness. I can't seem to get over the feeling that I'm being congratulated on a job well done before I've even started. Maybe it's just a constant reminder of how far I still have to go. Any advice O ye wise internet people?

Lol i appreciate the comments. I don't mind it being noticed and commented on occasionally. It's when it's the start middle and end of every conversation that I start to scrunch up my forehead. I'm going at this with the goal of being healthy. I'm just not proud of the weight loss as much. It's just something that has to happen. I'm much more impressed with being able to do 7 miles a day and still function afterwards. And of having actual defined calf muscles again. The thighs are getting there

My ankles swell up if I have to sit for long periods. I work in IT and ride a desk all day so by friday I'm pretty well swollen. That's with making sure I get up every half to 1 hour, and averaging 4.5 miles a day. On the weekends I find myself doing things where I can stretch my legs out more often even if I am sitting, so mondays are my lightest days. By the end of the week the scale tells me I'm at the same weight I started at, or even up a pound. Mondays It might be -1 to -7

I call it the Wait effect. You do something and... wait, shouldn't that have hurt? Wait, shouldn't those be tight? Wait... my legs are crossed. 0.o Wait, did I just walk 4 miles. In the sun. And I'm just a little tired and sweaty? One foot in front of the other.

I have to go through that comment once in a while. Yes. If we could all eat 4 bites and exercise every day, etc etc. A lot more of us would be at a healthy weight. Now for the caveat. You can mow your grass with a pair of garden shears, or you can use a lawn tractor. You can travel across country on foot, or you can get in a car. The surgery is a tool. You still have to get up and go mow your grass, you still have to make it to the grand canyon. For some of us all we have are those garden shears or sneaker power to get those done. I don't know if some people just come equipped with a push mower and a motorcycle, or if we had them and traded them away. Either way it's where we find ourselves. With something that needs to be done, and tools that will technically work, but not practically work.

If it tells you anything, I planted Dragon Cayennes and Habaneros this weekend I keep a big bottle of sriracha at work and home too. My favorite though is wasabi. That stuff is like a little bomb, and then it just goes away after it sears your sinuses shut for a few seconds.

Mine grumbles like an old man with an entire school on his lawn. Everything I ingest causes burps. Meh. On the headache, I get those when I haven't been drinking enough.

Dang double posts. :|

Don't let the stall get under your skin. Take a look at your exercise/food/water schedule and make a small change. I refuse to weigh tues-sun because I'm stuck at a desk and tend to retain cankle weight regardless of what I'm eating, or how much I'm exercising. Some times I find that I'm actually not eating enough and that slows me down. Sometimes it's not enough Water. etc. Experiment a little. Keep notes. This surgery is a tool. Like any tool, you have to use it to get proficient in its use. As for the rest.... Presumably when you made the choice to have the surgery you looked at what life was going to be life being big enough to qualify to have it. And I think you're deluding yourself thinking it would be a blast. Sure, maybe you would have just dropped dead at a fairly young age leaving a very happy family and friends to party at your funeral. Anything is possible. More likely is that you would spend years and years slowly moving from "Tying my shoes is a real pain" to "Nah I don't really feel good, you all go ahead I'll just stay here. " From the Dr saying, "We're going to put you on X medicine", to "Ok X medicine isn't really controlling that anymore, we're going to move to Y meds and those may cause you to have an oily burning discharge", to the Dr saying "Cardiac rehab is on mon-web-friday, you'll need these meds for the congestive heart failure so you don't drown in your own fluids, and we're going to go in through your femoral artery and try to put a stent in the aorta but there is a serious risk of dissection." Or maybe, "We just can't seem to get this infection under control, with all the necrosis I'm afraid it will have to be removed." Saying things like, "I'm sorry hun it's not you, it's the beta blockers. No really of Course I still find you sexy". Or to your daughter, "I wish I could help you move but I'm just not able". "Don't worry, I'm sure the people at the Oncology lab know what they're doing. It's 20xx, they can whip this." I don't mean to be an ass. I'd love to gobble up a stuffed crust pizza with extra cheese and every bit of meat known to man, with a side of bread sticks and a 2 liter of mt dew just as much as the next guy. The things I say up there are things I was pretty sure I would be saying at some point, or was already saying and hearing in some cases. On the family part, I don't know. Maybe sit and think about why you did it. Then sit them down and explain it to them. It's no more f air for them to sabotage you than it is to insist that they eat carrots wrapped in leaves and call them bunny dogs.

I looked at them, but they had wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too many carbs.

Heh ok so the phone app does weird things. Good to know

I'm sneaking up on 3 months. I can do maybe 4 oz of chicken/beef/pig. Up to 5-6 oz of soft stuff like yogurt. Really depends what it is. Refried beans completely stuff me full after 3-4 oz I'm sneaking up on 3 months. I can do maybe 4 oz of chicken/beef/pig. Up to 5-6 oz of soft stuff like yogurt. Really depends what it is. Refried beans completely stuff me full after 3-4 oz I'm sneaking up on 3 months. I can do maybe 4 oz of chicken/beef/pig. Up to 5-6 oz of soft stuff like yogurt. Really depends what it is. Refried beans completely stuff me full after 3-4 oz

Some practical tips: Get a support band. They helped me getting up around and even sleeping Use your grabby thing. A quick reach down to pull up your covers at night can give you a massive cramp around your incisions. Walk. Slowly. Try not to go farther than half as far as you can go. It will increase. Quit when youre tired. Your core muscles have been chopped and pried on and subjected to serious abuse. Take a break. Walks help with head hunger. Gently find out what you tolerate. Drinking.... Taking dainty tea party sips makes me crazy. I can take a drink or two at a time. But i didnt know that a couple of days out. Youre going to make yourself uncomfortable. You will take a bite too much, or a drink too far. Its all part of learning whats new and normal for you.

Are you me by any chance? I'm approaching my 1st 100. I'm starting to feel some differences. My car seems to be growing for instance. Physically I feel different.....but I've also increased my activity level 4000%. When I'm not exercising I don't really feel any different. But I never felt as fat as I was either. I think that was part of my problem. My brain treated my body like it was an exceptionally out of shape 250. I still get annoyed at myself when exercising because I can't go as hard and fast as I want. But then I think, wait... if you weighed 185lbs. You would carrying a 205lb rucksack. Last year it would have been a 305lb rucksack. Or carrying one of these. I'd need more than the one Heineken though.

I'm hoping that once the loose skin becomes an issue for me, that I'll be able to twirl around reaaaaaaaly fast and take off like a helicopter. If nothing else it's an excuse to go out in a field, act silly, and giggle at myself because my brain is about 5.

I wouldn't mind a ghost. At least then my ramblings could be explained away. I was arguing with Bob! Yes I Know he can't actually touch the keys to hide them.... look go wait outside would ya.

Nothing wrong with those legs. The cab of my car seems to be miraculously growing.

One of the OR nurses was climbing around on top of me positioning me just like they wanted and had just settle in reverse cowboy style. on waking up, I finished the thought... hey it's gettin kinda swirly in here. Then OW.

Well.... you're either doin it really right, or really wrong. Hrm.

RC planes, cars, etc. I am addicted to making pretty much anything. If I had the means I would have a forge, a woodworking shop, a computer shop, a garage, a painting booth, a writing studio. I have the attention span of a gnat on crank.

I've had some kind of beard since I was 14. I'm guessing I have space aliens living in mine by now. At least it's starting to get grey streaks in it so I don't get carded just walking near the beer cooler now.

I dated a girl once who went from painfully awkward and scared of even just heavy petting to full blown BDSM. I completely understand that you make an effort... but you decide where and what your line is. The well everyone else thinks this is ok thing is just a wheedling juvenile "Mommy can I have a toy?" gambit. As is telling you that he's gonna bring her home and cook for her. The good news is that there are billions upon billions of people out there. Time to open the sample box.

My doc and nut told me that a small sip with meals was ok. They prefer not drinking, but sometimes you need the moisture.

One of my first pureed meals was chicken chili. And I added srirachia to that. spices had/have no appreciable effect on me. Other than firetongue of course.