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CONGRATZ!!! WELCOME TO THE BENCH! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Last nite I asked DH to take the ac unit out of the kitchen window cuz it was chilly in the house. After a bit of grumbling he enlisted our darling son to assist him. There was a small amount of manly noises, 'it slipping!' and growling from both of them while they accomplished the task. Therein lies the problem. My version of accomplishing the task vs. their version. Now this ac unit is a snowbird and lives in the back shed for the winter. I wrongfully assumed that accomplishing the task would mean that it would find its way home with their assistance. Silly me.[/img] [/img] Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App It's resting preflight in my kitchen sink. REALLY?!?!

Sorry I meant that little voice in my head was a sabotaging bitch. I am happy about the lost #s Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Down 21.5 pounds in 11 days. I'm excited but can't silence my logical self that says that's an insane amount in such short time. Sabotaging bitch! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

You go girl! Welcome to the Bench! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Omg thank you for writing these messages. I'm 3 days out and have just met the enemy. He knocked me on my ass faster then anesthesia. Puree chilli with cheddar sprinkled. I was eating slowly savoring every morsel just chit chatting with my nephew any son. And then.... it came out of no where, the cramp, the lock up, the lower left hook feeling in my belly, the instant muscle twitch and vibration. I started to sweat in panic, omg, I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus, Mary and my great gramma when I hiccuped last nite. What new level of Satan's Playground of Painful Curiosities will vomit be? Tears welled in my eyes. I bolted from the table, sprinting to the bathroom. [Reality ck- 'I clawed my way from my seat remained in a bent and twisted bodily position while holding my guts for dear life leaning on the counter edge for support and direction to the bathroom'] description provided by my kid who will one day be the only one in high school w/o a car "like everyone else". See if he thinks that's as funny. I digress. I stood in the bathroom in a scared sweaty panic - 1 last step to assume the praise bowl position and I stopped. Now how in the name of everything good graceful and holy am I gonna get my ass in that position? I begin to cry. Not only am I in pain and scared but I'm prolly gonna have to clean my vomit too. My husband is jiggling the door, begging to get in and I yell no I don't want him to see me like this. The door flies open in comes both of them he grabs me and my son gets a cool rag for my head. They help me to my bed, where my son sits and says "mom, this is the part where all the really gross and disgusting things you do we ignore and help you thru it." I can manage a moan. My husband asks in his most gentle voice, "honey, what did you in. I need to log it so we know for next time." I think for a second. It was that last partial teaspoon of chilli that was the criminal. It made the trip to my swollen Lil belly like a scud missile in the desert. Wait, wait just a damn minute. ...log it? You have a log? Did I tell ya'll I am a super duper big baby with pain? I suppose ya'll figured that out already.

Thank you thank you momma3. I'm gonna try that tonite. I'm 3 days PO. Having strange taste issues. Seems like the only things a can get down are savory. I woke my husband up in the middle of the nite talking like a magpie in my sleep about how he should cook the steak and green Beans. He was so mad at me for the rest of the nite till I woke up and he could tell me how badly he is craving steak now. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Communication and conversation require questions answers statements and responses. I'm thinking that your curiosity/questions has made you defensive. No one is attacking . Statements and responses are just that. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

I just got the call!!! Be at hospital at 530 am! OK stomach is full of butterflies! omg. I feel like I have forgotten something. OK. OK. OK. I know. Let go let God. Losers bench by noon tomorrow! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

8 days till I hit the loser bench! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Side note: my husband and I quit and the quit account has $680.00 in it. (We are in NY cigs are $11.00 a pack here.) Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

That only occurs from the other chemicals in cigarettes. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Ooh amber I am facing the same test if willpower as you. Just reading this thread makes me want a cigarette. I quit Aug 10. My surgeon said he would cancel me if I showed nicotine in my system. I had such anxiety over it at my pre surgery appt., The nurse told me I looked like hell. I told her I used nicotine replacement so a UA or breathalyzer would show nicotine. She took a blood sample instead. It looks for nicotine chemical break down that attaches to the hemoglobin in the red blood cell. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Just got home from the pre surgery testing that I stressed my ass off about for weeks now. I passed all the tests with flying colors!!!! Including the Nicotine Test. Yeaya! Last cigarette Aug 10. I was worried if I would be clean of nicotine by now and I AM!! I would have rather come up pregnant at 51 then with Nicotine present in my system. The Dr thought I was kidding. Hell no. Quitting was the hardest thing I've done. Surgery on OCTOBER 12 confirmed. BRING IT ON BABY! Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

Um I can't figure out where this create ticker thing is. I'm using the app for Android phone. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

In the middle of our family's traditional 'last nite before school starts 'dinner I was out flanked and seriously assaulted by my underwire bra! It was a surprise attack. Previous recon on the offending underwire gave no hint of an impending an attack. Damage to the bra's current left side resident is still being assessed. Names withheld pending notification to other resident. The hostile underwire is being held by canine special forces after being delicately removed, cussed at, thrown to the floor. The Yorkie and Maltipoo are on hostile undergarment security detail until further notice. Seriously though, I really didn't wanna buy a new bra till it didn't fit after WLS. # annoyed #lastbuffcolorbra #bralessinNY #damnthemanwhodesignedunderwires Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

Congratz on the 5 year marks mommas and tab143! I'm almost there too. Sent from my SM-G935T using the BariatricPal App

So just in case ya'll think I am entirely too wrapped up in the canine members of my family, I'll share a glimpse into the other side of this circus family. I drop off and pick up my son every for school day. Over the course of the last 6 months of school (last year and this one) the number of 12y/o boys to be picked up has increased to 4. I don't mind, it gives me insight to my son's social circle listening to them talk as I drive. A scary but important thing. (the talk not my driving) Yesterday, my son and 1 other 12 y/o come running down the stairs to my car. Following behind a ways are 2 other boys running and spitting. I'm horrified, my son yells 'Jack jump in, mom step on it' I pull away and get the story from them. So Claude and Antonio, the spitters, thought it would be funny to spit at my son and Jack cuz my son and Jack are 'skinny weaklings and won't fight back'. (They are both super skinny, each having the blessed metabolism of a humming bird.) It seems that these spitting boys need to be reintroduced to me. They certainly must have forgotten my 'parenting style'. You see, I use a more demonstrative approach with children. For example, if I catch them without seat belts in the car, I do not remind them for the hundred thousandth time. I simply make sure that the next right/left turn firmly plants them into the door panel. Then look in the rear view mirror and tell them they wouldnt have to be peeled off the door panel if they used seat belts. My son calls it the seat belt demonstration. His nose print can be seen there too. So now my son and Jack are worried about the next day and are planning on bringing umbrellas,rain gear, etc. to school. The spitting boys are right, these 2 won't fight back. Hmmmm, I'm sure I only have 1 side of the story but I am still revolted and angry. I am good friends w/ both spitters parents, but im thinking this isnt a parental discussion matter. I tell them I'll take care of the situation and to relax rain gear won't be necessary. My son's eyes are bugging out of his head. He knows this is not a good statement. He knows I have a plan. We speak no more about the incident. This afternoon after school I pick up my son and the 2 spitters, Jack is no where to be seen. I pull away and the boys are talking amongst themselves. As I turn down the side road, I lock the doors, a few more feet I lock the windows. Spitter 1 says, 'are you making sure we don't fall out cuz we aren't in seat belts?' Noo, not at all, I reply as I pull over. I reach down next to my leg and pull out a Double Barrel Super Soaker Water gun fully loaded with ice water, point it at both spitters and fire. Both barrels, charged and pumping ice water into the back seat hitting them both square in the chest. They are shocked, not even putting up their hands to defend. I am sure they never thought I'd use a water gun in my new car. They were wrong. They are soaked, the back seat is soaked, the ceiling is soaked in strafe marks, even my son in the front is soaked. And the water gun leaks, so I am soaked too. Its then that they get the 'come to Jesus' talk. 'Don't either of you ever,ever even form your lips into the shape of spitting ever again. Blah blah blah.' Bugg eyed and wet to their drawers, they quietly respond, 'yes, Ms Terry'. I pull away and drop them off. Tonite, both spitters have txt'd my son asking if I'm still mad at them. I'm not mad, but I bet they won't mess with me or my skinny kid anymore.

@@shoodle72 I feel your pain. I had a spoiled rotten schnauzer years ago who would jump on my bed and leave 1 turd on my pillow when she was annoyed with me. She also dug a 6 inch by 4 inch by 3 inch deep hole in the wall while i was out getting her dog food. We traveled to NY from GA on leave one time to see family. My parents had just re modeled their house completely with new carpets throughout. My schnauzer was left in the front hall barricaded in 'just in case'. While we were gone she managed to eat and destroy about 2 feet of carpet on the other side of the barrier. She met us at the door on the hall side with raspberry pink carpet and underpadding pieces in her beard wagging her tail 'look what I found! Concrete!' My dad was livid. @@LisaMergs Ofc Yorkie has discovered that there are perks to being an injured combat vet. He whines and limps he gets extra attn from my son and nephew. He slept on my nephews chest last nite. Spoiled rotten. He just conquered the sofa in the living room and is actively denying Maltipoo and Schnauzer place on it. His limp is miraculously better as he paces back and forth. But he is watching us carefully to see if we are looking so he can limp and look pitiful. Sneaky lil mutt. I think he is grounded for a couple weeks. There will be no dating or home nursing visits for a little while. Now I'm not sure who was the culprit behind the terror attack yesterday... Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

UPDATE !! A new hostile undergarment action report has been filed by the Canine Security Forces Team. Earlier this morning, Ofc Maltipoo burst into my office breathless and yip-yapping his butt off, quickly followed by Sec Supr Schnauzer, also yapping. As the Commanding General of Canine Security Forces, I followed my troops into the bedroom. It was the scene of the most recent terrorist attack. The disaster that was my bedroom, dresser and wardrobe was gutting. Realizing I am one Canine Security Officer short, I demanded the other two show me where Ofc Yorkie was immediately! Apparently, Supr Schnauzer decided it was a good time to assert her Alpha Female Challenge. She sat down, cocked her head to one side, woofed and low growled at me. This could have been interpreted as a scene from 'A Few Good Men' where Jack Nicholson yells: 'YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!' But a small bark and whine can be heard from under a pile of clothes. Ofc Maltipoo breaks ranks and begins to dig at the pile of clothes. His head buried deep, he emerges slowly with a strap in his mouth, using all the might of his 7 pounds to pull it out from under. Supr Schnauzer is not impressed and merely yawns at me. Bitch... Helping Ofc Maltipoo, we successfully locate Ofc Yorkie in the pile. Pulling him out, rear first, the full extent of the attack could now be seen. Ofc. Yorkie must have been patrolling when he discovered the escape attempt of the hostile undergarment. Reliable intel suggests that hostile underwires gather together in clothes dryer lint filters. Using every ounce of his 10 pounds, he asserted his dominance over the hostile undergarment. Ofc Yorkie is completely wrapped and twisted in the aggressive underwire bra. He yelps in pain as I carefully unravel him. I look at his face and see the wire from the bra clenched in his mouth. OMG. He has sustained combat injuries in the battle. The battle must have been brutal. Free from the bra, the wire still in his mouth, he limps off the battlefield. Its a leg injury. He has his leg curled up under his belly as he walks away. My heart sinks. I call the vet. Once the Vet and her asst. can pull themselves together from hysterically laughing at my story, a $230 office visit, $192 xray, $64 shot of doggy advil, $73 Rx for 16 days of oral doggy advil, Im on the way home with Ofc Yorkie and his sprained butt. (Actual medical terminology and diagnosis) Once home Supr. Schnauzer happily inspects and sniffs Ofc. Yorkie. What happened next can only be described as divine retribution. Ofc Yorkie 'hmphfed' at Supr. Schnauzer. Schnauzer put her paw on his shoulder as a show of compassion, I suppose. Ofc Yorkie would have none of it a promptly turned his head and emptied the contents of his stomach on her. Supr Schnauzer howled in what I can only describe as 'screaming like a teenage girl over justin bieber'. Ofc Yorkie limped away, head held high and went to his bed. I would laugh at all this but I now have to bathe the vomit covered schnauzer without adding to it and clean my room. And its only 10:30 am.... Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

Me too. Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

@@bac2u and @@eye1der I'm am there with you both. I started to cry reading these posts. My parents said: "Your mother and I will love you when you get back to your fighting weight." What I heard: We don't love you now, but maybe in the future when you are different...." I was devastated. And I will 'fess up and admit I here and before God himself I found myself yelling uncontrollably at my parents about unconditional love and the current lack of it. In all my years I have never raised my voice at them, I was not raised that way. I am ashamed my son witnessed the chaos. My husband hugged me and dragged me from the room. It was ugly and God hates ugly. The relationship is strained now and therapy helps me work though the craziness of it all sometimes. Many ppl on these posts keep reminding me that what I'm about to do is for me and No one else. But ffs, a little family support would be nice. Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

As a stage 2 breast cancer survivor (5 years Nov 30!)... Mammograms are incredibly important! But don't forget ladies and gentlemen too, self checks are equally important! Men have about a 20% chance. Women are 1 in 8. A quick once over in the shower or a 'fondling while knoodling with your honey' is important too. These self discoveries find abnormalities more often then mammo monster machines. My cancer was not detected at all in a 3d scan 3 months prior to me finding a half golf ball size lump. Please, please schedule a mammo today! That is all. I'm stepping off my soap box now! We now return to regular blogging. Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

@@LisaMergs what's foamies? Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App

Ok. I'm confused and I could be a little slow today. If you stall, you up calories for a time then reduced and lost weight? Or lost weight just by upping calorie intake? Help me understand. Sent from my SM-G900T using the BariatricPal App