marie623

my advice? Smile and nod. don't say a word. you are going to waste your breath and energy trying to convince someone of your decisions. The only thing is....they will never be convinced. Let them think what they want to think and let them believe that they have all the answers. If you buy into their know-it-all attitude it is just going to make you lose focus and gain a negative outlook on your goals. good luck to you I know that it's hard to block out the noise Marie

Try walking and moving around. Broccoli does the same thing to me. Drinking Water won't help it will just make you "slime" as I like to call it :tongue2: thats the best advice I can give you. I hope it helps no worries though, sometimes it takes time Marie

Hey all! I was banded on 6/23. I am now on stage three. I know this mught sound gross but my BM shedule is way off. I feel bloaty and go every 2 two days or so. Is this normal? I was like clock work before. :biggrin: Also, next tueday I can start stage 4, but I was wondering when most of you started to eat regular food again? ie...sushi, fish, salad? I am dying for a real meal...lol Thanks for all of your support!

Hey all! I was banded on 6/23. I am now on stage three. I know this mught sound gross but my BM shedule is way off. I feel bloaty and go every 2 two days or so. Is this normal? I was like clock work before. :thumbup: Also, next tueday I can start stage 4, but I was wondering when most of you started to eat regular food again? ie...sushi, fish, salad? I am dying for a real meal...lol Thanks for all of your support!

everything is well! Thank you. I had a better day yesterday and find myself a little more motivated today. I am starting a masters program in the fall so I concentrating on that this week. I need a break from my mini downward spiral...lol My blues only last a day or two then I snap myself out of them. Life is way more fun when you laugh and play Although I did enjoy the lifetime original movies and food network marathon I had going on...lol Glad the rough part is over. Keep us posted on your journey! Wish I thought to do this before my surgery!

Glad you found out about the 6 months now! I found out two weeks before I was supposed to have the surgery. I have to wait another 4 months and then couldn't continue because of weddings and many many other events. Luckily the day came on June 23. I haven't looked back. Congrats to you and your new healthy self

Awww I really hope everything works out. Including the psych consult you should also throw in a nutristist as well. Did your insurance company ask for any thing else? ie PCP weigh -ins or cardio/pulmonary clearance? check into that as well. Or hell, just get it. Hound the insurance companies. The squeaky wheel will always get oiled Oh and I know what you mean about the same questions over and over - It's like all those Weight Watcher meetings where everyone just gives recipes that include splenda but never seem to get to the real reason they are there...lol

I feel like I am having the same issues. I was just banded on 6-23 and I am finding that these first two week are very hard. one major roller coaster ride. I have a party this weekend and I am just dreading it. The food, smoking and a slip and slide which before this I would have been all about! haha Its all very overwhelming. I just wanted to let you know that I understand what you are feeling did you eat at the party or did you bring your own stuff? ~Marie

hahahaha OMG I totally know how you feel. I was working with a trainer and he would have me do that with boxing gloves on. so instead of briskly walking I would be hitting the punching bag. But Girl, that is one gutsy work out. Just keep doing it or modify it until you can! whats the podcast that you downloaded? inquiring minds want to know

Go stay at the Borgato Hotel in Atlantic City. Thats where I took all my large sized towels from!!! lol They don't even match my decor, but I love them GIIIIRL, I feel ya!

Beginning Weight: 263 Weight to Date: 243 June 23, 2008. 11am. I walked into the OR which felt like the opening credits to Six Feet Under. Light aqua colored lights that should remind me of the ocean but just borderline sterile. Thank god the people in the OR were funny because that is the last thing I remember. Waking from the anesthesia went smoothly. I thought I would have a bad reaction since I am (was?) a smoker. From recovery I was moved to my private room on the third floor. Drugs are nice. Flowers. Daytime TV. The hospital stay was more pleasant than I thought it would be. Time to go home. I just put a fucking plastic band around my stomach! Am I fucking nutzo!? Quietly freaking myself out, my mother and I make a pit stop at Wild By Nature to get the Whey Protein shake that would take over my diet for the next two weeks. People speaking to me at check out. Cell phone ringing. My mother gossiping about my Aunt. It all sounded like Charlie Brown’s Teacher. My Bed. New Sheets. New Duvet. New Curtains. New Life. My body was at rest and comfy in my new digs, but my brain had completely vacated my comfort zone. The next week was like no other. Bloat. Passing gas was now a luxury. Drinking a sip of water was like drinking a gallon. To top it off the family was in town. It’s a blessing I live with roommates. But perseverance reared its head, and with all of my supports around me, I did what I needed to do to make myself well. I walked. 20 minutes: Three times a day. I focused on my goal and why I did this, trying to block the depressive thoughts and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel that I have been looking for the past 27 years. But that dark tunnel was so comfortable. My tunnel. It was a Night Club of fun. Smoking. Drinking. A few hits of pot. Indulging in great food. Man its fun. But that was the only fun I knew, or at least wanted to keep around. So the light of new fun is a bit frightening. I am starting school in the fall for a profession completely different than my previous career. Most people don’t know who, what or where they will be in two years. But as of right now I can see and know that mine will be completely different in that time. I have never met that person before. Thin. Healthy. Social Worker. That’s going to be me. See ya later Fat, unhealthy, smoking, Graphic Designer. God, you were so cool :wink: I can only hope Thin Healthy Social Worker will inherit your coolness. I am sure she will. Hey, at least you’ll still have cool glasses

Beginning Weight: 263 Weight to Date: 243 June 23, 2008. 11am. I walked into the OR which felt like the opening credits to Six Feet Under. Light aqua colored lights that should remind me of the ocean but just borderline sterile. Thank god the people in the OR were funny because that is the last thing I remember. Waking from the anesthesia went smoothly. I thought I would have a bad reaction since I am (was?) a smoker. From recovery I was moved to my private room on the third floor. Drugs are nice. Flowers. Daytime TV. The hospital stay was more pleasant than I thought it would be. Time to go home. I just put a fucking plastic band around my stomach! Am I fucking nutzo!? Quietly freaking myself out, my mother and I make a pit stop at Wild By Nature to get the Whey Protein shake that would take over my diet for the next two weeks. People speaking to me at check out. Cell phone ringing. My mother gossiping about my Aunt. It all sounded like Charlie Brown’s Teacher. My Bed. New Sheets. New Duvet. New Curtains. New Life. My body was at rest and comfy in my new digs, but my brain had completely vacated my comfort zone. The next week was like no other. Bloat. Passing gas was now a luxury. Drinking a sip of water was like drinking a gallon. To top it off the family was in town. It’s a blessing I live with roommates. But perseverance reared its head, and with all of my supports around me, I did what I needed to do to make myself well. I walked. 20 minutes: Three times a day. I focused on my goal and why I did this, trying to block the depressive thoughts and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel that I have been looking for the past 27 years. But that dark tunnel was so comfortable. My tunnel. It was a Night Club of fun. Smoking. Drinking. A few hits of pot. Indulging in great food. Man its fun. But that was the only fun I knew, or at least wanted to keep around. So the light of new fun is a bit frightening. I am starting school in the fall for a profession completely different than my previous career. Most people don’t know who, what or where they will be in two years. But as of right now I can see and know that mine will be completely different in that time. I have never met that person before. Thin. Healthy. Social Worker. That’s going to be me. See ya later Fat, unhealthy, smoking, Graphic Designer. God, you were so cool I can only hope Thin Healthy Social Worker will inherit your coolness. I am sure she will. Hey, at least you’ll still have cool glasses :thumbup:

Hi! I am new to this site and I am really loving all of the features too! I wish you well on your journey and will keep my fingers crossed for the approval. The day i got the letter in the mail from my insurance felt like a big weight lifted (no pun). Good luck to you * Marie *