FoxyRoxie

I found a fill doctor here, but the doctors in Tijuana took care of the second surgery free. I only had to pay for the flight, hotel, and the fill they did when they went in. All together it cost about $625. Not bad. It would have cost about $3K in the states just for the surgery. I got my stitches out and decided that Monday I'm getting back on the treadmill. Hopefully the pounds will start dropping again.

I didn't have it with my husband, but my sister and I did it together in June in Tijuana. Who is your doctor? Mine was Pompas. We went under back-to-back (me first). It was a breeze getting up and walking around right after I/we came out of recovery. Of course you'll still be sore and drowsy, but it will all be fine. She and another friend of ours have not had any complications. I did. My port flipped so (11 days ago) I had to have a 2nd procedure done to re-suture the port in order to get my fills. My sister has lost 40+ pounds. I have lost 31. But as soon as I heal, I'll be right back on the treadmill and doing my share to make this band do what it's supposed to do. It will be fine. Just make sure you write down all of your questions and ask them BEFORE you go into surgery. It may be hard to pull everybody together to get your questions answered after the surgery because not everyone speaks English and it's all outpatient treatment. Take care and best wishes.

For a while I was that way. But I decided that I would: 1. Cut my food up to less than bite size pieces before I started eating. 2. Make a pretty place setting before I sit down to eat - sort of makes me feel like I'm dining instead of just eating. 3. Have something to encouraging to read at the table with me. (Try to take a bite, put the fork down, and read a few sentences before swallowing.) 4. I try to remember that the results I see will be a direct result of the choices I make. So, I made a vow to myself that my weekly goal would be to exercise one minute for every pound I wanted to lose. 100 lbs = 100 minutes per week. break that down however you like: 14.28 minutes per day; 33.33 minutes 3 days a week, . . . 5. The key is finding exercise you enjoy. If you're married, that could mean taking charge in the bedroom until you work up a sweat. 15 minutes ain't bad!!!! 6. Charge yourself on days you choose not to exercise. Don't tell anyone what it is, but put a jar on the counter. Put $1 in it every time you miss a day of exercise. It'll either motivate you to get busy or you'll save enough to get some counseling. just kidding. 7. Remember YOU CAN do this!!!!!!!!! And everyone who loves you is pulling for you!!!!!!!

Am I right, or were you banded 4 years ago and everyone is thinking this year? I was banded in June 2008. I would really like to know what the right answer is to your question so that I can have realisitic long-term goals for myself. All the best!!!

Those words were spoken by a famous radio talk show host and they struck me like a mack truck!!! When I was a young girl I was nicknamed Foxy Roxy. I had no concerns about weight and no idea that I had the potential to be the plus-size woman that I am. My mother never made me eat anything I didn't like, but she always prepared healthy meals for us. If I didn't like the green stuff, I just didn't bother. But I would serve myself an extra helping of the white stuff. My palate never matured, but I never saw a problem until my mid 20's. Pretty soon after losing a fiancè to suicide, I began the emotional eating that stuck with me. My family didn't like my fiancè in the first place, so I couldn't (very well) turn to them for emotional support after he died. So, much of my grief I internalized. I ballooned from a size 9 to a size 20/22. It was not an overnight occurrence, but it was out of control before I realized there was a problem. I used to be mad with the world for being so hard on me. I mean, really, I was still the same person. I was just going through some STUFF. No one understood. I must say that I don't blame anyone for my habits, . . . just for the way they treated me as a result. So, this year I turn 40. And, thanks to those words I heard on the radio, I decided that THIS YEAR is the year I will change my choices. THIS YEAR I will CHOOSE to love myself more than I ever have. THIS YEAR I will take care of ME the way I have my daughter, my parents, and my husband. THIS YEAR I will kiss my plus sizes goodbye. THIS YEAR I will eat as much of the green stuff as I can and much less of the white. THIS YEAR my treadmill will no longer serve as my coat rack. THIS YEAR I will begin my journey back to foxy. Thursday, June 5, 2008 I had my lap band surgery in Tijuana Mexico. I have had some complications with my port and had to have a second surgery. But I am still 30 pounds lighter than when I started. 256/225/160:thumbup:

Those words were spoken by a famous radio talk show host and they struck me like a mack truck!!! When I was a young girl I was nicknamed Foxy Roxy. I had no concerns about weight and no idea that I had the potential to be the plus-size woman that I am. My mother never made me eat anything I didn't like, but she always prepared healthy meals for us. If I didn't like the green stuff, I just didn't bother. But I would serve myself an extra helping of the white stuff. My palate never matured, but I never saw a problem until my mid 20's. Pretty soon after losing a fiancè to suicide, I began the emotional eating that stuck with me. My family didn't like my fiancè in the first place, so I couldn't (very well) turn to them for emotional support after he died. So, much of my grief I internalized. I ballooned from a size 9 to a size 20/22. It was not an overnight occurrence, but it was out of control before I realized there was a problem. I used to be mad with the world for being so hard on me. I mean, really, I was still the same person. I was just going through some STUFF. No one understood. I must say that I don't blame anyone for my habits, . . . just for the way they treated me as a result. So, this year I turn 40. And, thanks to those words I heard on the radio, I decided that THIS YEAR is the year I will change my choices. THIS YEAR I will CHOOSE to love myself more than I ever have. THIS YEAR I will take care of ME the way I have my daughter, my parents, and my husband. THIS YEAR I will kiss my plus sizes goodbye. THIS YEAR I will eat as much of the green stuff as I can and much less of the white. THIS YEAR my treadmill will no longer serve as my coat rack. THIS YEAR I will begin my journey back to foxy. Thursday, June 5, 2008 I had my lap band surgery in Tijuana Mexico. I have had some complications with my port and had to have a second surgery. But I am still 30 pounds lighter than when I started. 256/225/160:thumbup: