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Hey guys, I wrote this piece about 8 years ago, but it still holds true for me. I thought you might enjoy. Skinny Women Skinny women how I hate them. How I love to berate them. It’s not that I’m not sympathetic, but size 9, FAT?- now that’s pathetic! They pat their tummies all nice and flat and say, “Do these pants make my butt look fat?” I sweetly reply, “Not to be rude, but those very pants ... make your ass look huge!” A skinny woman I’ll surely beat if one more says; “I forgot to eat.” “You forgot to eat...now how can that be? Isn’t that like forgetting to breathe?” When they do break down and decide to dine, listen closely and you can hear them whine: “Dry broiled fish.” “No dressing, please.” “No beer, just a water with lemon for me.” “You know I never eat red meat, so a bite of liver, for me is a treat.” “French fries? Onion rings?-Take them away.” “Chocolate mousse?...I’ll take fruit sorbet.” I see television shows like “Ally McBeal” I think to myself, “Can this chick be real?” How in the world does she stay so thin? Does food come out? Does food go in? And the beautiful Renee in “Bridget Jones”, is supposed to be fat or merely “big boned?” “Full figured” gals are back in style? Well, I haven’t seen one in quite a while. The problem here, should I venture a guess... A size 12 is average-not Reubenesque! You see, I’m honest and nothing more, and I find false modesty a tedious bore. Cause I tell you sugar, if I were svelte I’d tuck in my shirt and wear a belt. I’d have leather pants and a halter top. Everything I owned would be “mini” or “cropped.” I’d buy black garter belts and maybe a thong. I’d dress like a whore all the day long. I’d say, “Hey everybody, look at me! I’m looking good at 123!” My friends would say, “Can you believe that? I liked her better when she was fat!” “You liked me much better when I was what?” “Did you mention the “F” word? That’s just what I thought! When I was fat, I was so out of place with my great personality and pretty face. Now I’m much better. I’m better I say! Step back non-believers! Out of my way!” As I sashay by on stiletto heels, leaving them to guess what’s been “bought” and what’s “real”. But enough flights of fancy of this fantasy. I’m sure that I am, and will always be me. And “me’s” pretty good. Yep, “ME”- that’’ll do... but... I would like some thighs you can see daylight through. Just kidding. (Not really) Bear with me my friend, for soon I’ll be finished; this tirade will end. It’s just that I struggle and struggle some more, You’d think I would learn; (that’s what therapy’s for.) When it’s all been hashed out. When it’s all said and done; I like me a lot. I’m really quite fun. I know what’s important I do know what counts, and it’s not what I weigh measured out pound and ounce. I just need to vent every once in a while, and give all the fat girls a reason to smile. Wendy Tippens

Hello Everyone, I wrote this piece about 8 years ago, and it still holds true for me. I thought you might enjoy. Skinny Women Skinny women how I hate them. How I love to berate them. It’s not that I’m not sympathetic, but size 9, FAT?- now that’s pathetic! They pat their tummies all nice and flat and say, “Do these pants make my butt look fat?” I sweetly reply, “Not to be rude, but those very pants ... make your ass look huge!” A skinny woman I’ll surely beat if one more says; “I forgot to eat.” “You forgot to eat...now how can that be? Isn’t that like forgetting to breathe?” When they do break down and decide to dine, listen closely and you can hear them whine: “Dry broiled fish.” “No dressing, please.” “No beer, just a water with lemon for me.” “You know I never eat red meat, so a bite of liver, for me is a treat.” “French fries? Onion rings?-Take them away.” “Chocolate mousse?...I’ll take fruit sorbet.” I see television shows like “Ally McBeal” I think to myself, “Can this chick be real?” How in the world does she stay so thin? Does food come out? Does food go in? And the beautiful Renee in “Bridget Jones”, is supposed to be fat or merely “big boned?” “Full figured” gals are back in style? Well, I haven’t seen one in quite a while. The problem here, should I venture a guess... A size 12 is average-not Reubenesque! You see, I’m honest and nothing more, and I find false modesty a tedious bore. Cause I tell you sugar, if I were svelte I’d tuck in my shirt and wear a belt. I’d have leather pants and a halter top. Everything I owned would be “mini” or “cropped.” I’d buy black garter belts and maybe a thong. I’d dress like a whore all the day long. I’d say, “Hey everybody, look at me! I’m looking good at 123!” My friends would say, “Can you believe that? I liked her better when she was fat!” “You liked me much better when I was what?” “Did you mention the “F” word? That’s just what I thought! When I was fat, I was so out of place with my great personality and pretty face. Now I’m much better. I’m better I say! Step back non-believers! Out of my way!” As I sashay by on stiletto heels, leaving them to guess what’s been “bought” and what’s “real”. But enough flights of fancy of this fantasy. I’m sure that I am, and will always be me. And “me’s” pretty good. Yep, “ME”- that’’ll do... but... I would like some thighs you can see daylight through. Just kidding. (Not really) Bear with me my friend, for soon I’ll be finished; this tirade will end. It’s just that I struggle and struggle some more, You’d think I would learn; (that’s what therapy’s for.) When it’s all been hashed out. When it’s all said and done; I like me a lot. I’m really quite fun. I know what’s important I do know what counts, and it’s not what I weigh measured out pound and ounce. I just need to vent every once in a while, and give all the fat girls a reason to smile.

Hey guys, I wrote this piece about 8 years ago, but it still holds true for me. I thought you might enjoy. Skinny Women Skinny women how I hate them. How I love to berate them. It’s not that I’m not sympathetic, but size 9, FAT?- now that’s pathetic! They pat their tummies all nice and flat and say, “Do these pants make my butt look fat?” I sweetly reply, “Not to be rude, but those very pants ... make your ass look huge!” A skinny woman I’ll surely beat if one more says; “I forgot to eat.” “You forgot to eat...now how can that be? Isn’t that like forgetting to breathe?” When they do break down and decide to dine, listen closely and you can hear them whine: “Dry broiled fish.” “No dressing, please.” “No beer, just a water with lemon for me.” “You know I never eat red meat, so a bite of liver, for me is a treat.” “French fries? Onion rings?-Take them away.” “Chocolate mousse?...I’ll take fruit sorbet.” I see television shows like “Ally McBeal” I think to myself, “Can this chick be real?” How in the world does she stay so thin? Does food come out? Does food go in? And the beautiful Renee in “Bridget Jones”, is supposed to be fat or merely “big boned?” “Full figured” gals are back in style? Well, I haven’t seen one in quite a while. The problem here, should I venture a guess... A size 12 is average-not Reubenesque! You see, I’m honest and nothing more, and I find false modesty a tedious bore. Cause I tell you sugar, if I were svelte I’d tuck in my shirt and wear a belt. I’d have leather pants and a halter top. Everything I owned would be “mini” or “cropped.” I’d buy black garter belts and maybe a thong. I’d dress like a whore all the day long. I’d say, “Hey everybody, look at me! I’m looking good at 123!” My friends would say, “Can you believe that? I liked her better when she was fat!” “You liked me much better when I was what?” “Did you mention the “F” word? That’s just what I thought! When I was fat, I was so out of place with my great personality and pretty face. Now I’m much better. I’m better I say! Step back non-believers! Out of my way!” As I sashay by on stiletto heels, leaving them to guess what’s been “bought” and what’s “real”. But enough flights of fancy of this fantasy. I’m sure that I am, and will always be me. And “me’s” pretty good. Yep, “ME”- that’’ll do... but... I would like some thighs you can see daylight through. Just kidding. (Not really) Bear with me my friend, for soon I’ll be finished; this tirade will end. It’s just that I struggle and struggle some more, You’d think I would learn; (that’s what therapy’s for.) When it’s all been hashed out. When it’s all said and done; I like me a lot. I’m really quite fun. I know what’s important I do know what counts, and it’s not what I weigh measured out pound and ounce. I just need to vent every once in a while, and give all the fat girls a reason to smile. Wendy Tippens

I hate to be negative, I really do, but I HAVE to say this: I cannot understand WHY people want to post pictures of thier incisions. They all basically look alike...4 or 5 little holes and an incision about 3-4 inches long. It's not like anyone on the forum sees those pix and goes, "Wow, look at that! I've never seen anything like it! It's so interesting, so intriguing, so amazing!" A fat tummy, a few little puncture holes and a little gash. If I want to see that then I can pull up my own shirt and look. Now, if the incisions were all grouped together and formed an outline of Jesus or something, then that might be different...even the Virgin Mary. Or, if you could gaze into the incisions and fortell the future, or make out the winning lotto numbers, or connect with loved ones that have passed; that would be good...but otherwise; I just don't get it.

Wow, thank you so much! Now, do keep in mind that I take all of my own photos, so first off, I know just how to photograph me, so that the photo is flattering; the correct angle, my best side, great lighting...etc. Secondly, I took like 50 shots, so that I could get a few decent ones. Third, I have a little bitty face...little bitty hands and little bitty feet...the rest of me; SUPERSIZED! It's so strange though, and I don't know if it's because I'd grown so used to carrying around all of that weight or what, but I never realized what a difference 30 pounds could make...so at my 8 week weigh in I was down 28lbs...it's probably at least 30 by now. Also, I'm CONVINCED that when you stop drinking carbonated beverages and stop eating all that junk that your body totally "cleanses" itself from those toxins. For as hippie-tree-hugging-new age as it sounds I think you just sort of "shed" your old skin. And, I guess it doesn't hurt that I'm a deliriously happy on the inside for the first time in my life. Iguess it shows when you're not carrying around all of that sorrow. Let me tell you girl, when I get all my wieght off, I'm having my picture made butt ass nekkid! I'm not posting them, of course, but I am having them made! Thanks for the wonderful words. Wendy

I hate to be negative, I really do, but I HAVE to say this: I cannot understand WHY people want to post pictures of thier incisions. They all basically look alike...4 or 5 little holes and an incision about 3-4 inches long. It's not like anyone on the forum sees those pix and goes, "Wow, look at that! I've never seen anything like it! It's so interesting, so intriguing, so amazing!" A fat tummy, a few little puncture holes and a little gash. If I want to see that then I can pull up my own shirt and look. Now, if the incisions were all grouped together and formed an outline of Jesus or something, then that might be different...even the Virgin Mary. Or, if you could gaze into the incisions and fortell the future, or make out the winning lotto numbers, or connect with loved ones that have passed; that would be good...but otherwise; I just don't get it.

Wow, that's a lot of stuff! Are you planning on staying overnight, or is that just in case you have to stay overnight? I was scheduled for surgery at 8:00 a.m, and was back home by 12:30 or so. The only thing I wish I'd had that I didn't was Gasx strips, but we got those on the way home so it was fine.

I finally found my special purpose...as far as working out goes! The trick is to find something that you don't think of as working out...something that you don't hate. I've started swimming, and I noticed that I never refer to it as "working out." I also don't hate it...I...I...actually...like it! And, I'm good at it. I can already swim a mile, no problem, and that's with me not even being in shape. When I'm in the water I can go and go and go, and everything that troubles me just goes away. I'm going to do my first "open water" swim this year, and then I'm going to Alcatraz to do the "Swim around The Rock." They dump you in the ocean and you get to swim around the prison. Pretty cool, huh? Someone asked me if I was afraid of sharks, and I was like, "Hell, no! You think I'm finally going to be skinny and let some shark eat me, just when I start to look good in a swimsuit?...Not a chance!"

I finally found my special purpose...as far as working out goes! The trick is to find something that you don't think of as working out...something that you don't hate. I've started swimming, and I noticed that I never refer to it as "working out." I also don't hate it...I...I...actually...like it! And, I'm good at it. I can already swim a mile, no problem, and that's with me not even being in shape. When I'm in the water I can go and go and go, and everything that troubles me just goes away. I'm going to do my first "open water" swim this year, and then I'm going to Alcatraz to do the "Swim around The Rock." They dump you in the ocean and you get to swim around the prison. Pretty cool, huh? Someone asked me if I was afraid of sharks, and I was like, "Hell, no! You think I'm finally going to be skinny and let some shark eat me, just when I start to look good in a swimsuit?...Not a chance!"

I'm sure that being on 3rd shift sucks bigtime, but you're a Fireman, right? You should get a WII fit and take it to the firehouse with you. And yes, you need to suck it up. I hated working out too, but I hate being fat even more. I refuse to let this be another chance to change my life that I shoot all to hell. Working out, is just part of it. The trick is to find something that you don't hate. I swim. I know it's the right sport for me because I actually look forward to it, and when I swim I'm not preoccupied with "when is this over?" Explore all your options. You'll find it. DO NOT get complacent and give up! You'll regret it. Don't even think about undoing all that hard work. Now, get out there and find what you love...or at least what you hate the least!

You go girl! Congrats to you! Wendy

I'm at my sweet spot and I can eat steak. My doctor told me that most people have to give up steak because they can't get it down w/out a beverage. However, I eat my steak (get ready to say ewwwww, GROSS!) very, very, very, rare, so I have no problem swallowing it. I do have to take small bites and chew and chew and chew and chew. I guess the real question is "how much" steak can you eat? I would say that if you can eat up to 8 ounces, at the most, of anything that you need a fill. They way you know you don't need a fill is when you have to split entrees, and even then you may not be able to eat all of your half, and you certainly don't have room for appetizers, side items or desserts. Wendy

I didn't have any of the nausea or lightheadedness, but I swear I would have taken someone's arm off for bowl of oatmeal! It will pass, and I should know, since I was banded 3 days before Christmas! I knew that if I could make it through Christmas Eve and Christmas Day on clear liquids then anything else would be a breeze! Will you live to "munch another day?" ...hopefully not! But once you hit the "sweet spot" and you have to proper restriction, you won't want to munch. I know you probably don't believe me, but I swear it's true. You'll be able to eat whatever you fix for your family; although, I wouldn't eat anything fried, but you won't be able to eat much. Hang in there. It is SO worth it! Wendy

Okay, I am one of those scale-banishing-radicals! Yes, I threw away my scale because I don't need a scale to tell me what I need to know. I only weight once a month...when I go to my doctor for my fill/checkup thingy. And when, I get to the point to where they only see me once every three months, then I may not weight until then either! My radical thinking is this: I didn't have to rely on a scale to let me know when I was out of control. I knew other ways. I knew by my crazy eating and every tightening clothing, and feelings of doom. And...I don't have to rely on the scale to let me know when I'm doing what I should be doing. I can tell from my clothes that become baggier and baggier, and from my mind set, which goes from hopeless and food obsessed, and from watching my belly shrink, (I know that it's a matter of time till I can see my TOES!) I know weight fluctuates every day because I grew up in a family that "made" me weigh in on a very regular basis. (yes, we had an authentic set of medical scales, just like you find in the doctor's office) But, whatever works for you; go for it! For me, it's a vicious catch 22. If I weigh and I've gained, then I have an "Oh what the hell, I've already gained, so let's eat" attitude. If I weigh and I lose, then I have a "What the hell!? I'm doing so good, let's reward with food and eat" attitude. The 5th happiest day of my life was when I got rid of my scales. Just in case you're curious... Happy days 1 -4 are as follows: 4. Divorcing my ex husband. 3.Marrying my current husband. 2.Getting "banded." 1. The birth of my children.

I went for my second weigh in, and was hoping for at least 9 more pounds so that I would have a total weight loss of 25 pounds. I stepped on the scale, and much to my delerious delight found that I had dropped 12 pounds all total! I'm telling you, I just stared at that number; 243. I thought I was going to cry. 28 pounds in just under 8 weeks. It's been so long since I've dipped below 250, that I can't even believe it's my weight on the read out...well, except for the fact that I had to dine on broth and jello for the Christmas holidays, and I've given up sweets, and I don't drink sodas anymore, and I monitor everything that goes into my mouth, and I don't eat fried foods or almost any bread...except for those things, I can't believe it's my weight. My doctor didn't do my fill; his nurse did, and I could hardly feel a thing! So, in the future I will be making all of my appt. with her. One of the best things is that I can finally feel restriction...praise God! I've never been so happy to not be able to eat hardly any of my breakfast in my life! However, the best thing about all of this is not really the weight loss; it's the peace of mind that I have, now. I don't wake up and think about what I'm going to eat, or when I can eat again, how much I'm going to eat, when I'll lose that battle...Even though, I will never say never again about being fat (I've learned my lesson there,) I will say, "Not very damn likely!"

Hell no, it doesn't matter that it came from Wally-World, or that it's snug! You're out of FAT GIRL CLOTHES! Celebrate! Sing, dance, tell total strangers that you wear a size 16; I would! I enjoy reading your blogs. You're very positive and I love that! I get very tired of the whining and complaining that I read so often in some blogs. If you want it, you've got to bleed for it. Wendy

Congrats and best wishes. You'll certainly get lots of info and support here! Wendy

Congrats to you and keep up the good work! You are so pretty! Celebrate every ounce! You worked hard for it! Wendy

Not only will most doctors NOT put anything in your band during surgery, you usually have to wait at least 4 weeks before they will put something in it. You need that 4 weeks to heal and usually you are on clear liquids for a week, following surgery, then a week of liquids, then a week of "mushy" food, and finally a week of "real" food. Personally, I think you need to give yourself time to get used to the lifestyle change that is lap band surgery. There is SO much change that is involved in a persons life when they get banded, and the changes that take place with how to eat are just the beginning. The "real" changes occur in your head. You have to totally retrain yourself and your way of thinking. For those of us, like me, who was a "food addict", you have to figure out how your going to live your life and deal with your problems without "using" food. It's tough, I'm not going to lie, but it is something you can do; it just depends on how badly you want it. If you really want to have the band taken out, I'm sure you can, but you certainly shouldn't have a problem getting the saline taken out. That would allow you to eat like you were in the past. Think about what you want to do, and don't act in haste. As trite as it may sound; the band is ONLY a tool. Best wishes, Wendy

I went for my second weigh in, and was hoping for at least 9 more pounds so that I would have a total weight loss of 25 pounds. I stepped on the scale, and much to my delerious delight found that I had dropped 12 pounds all total! I'm telling you, I just stared at that number; 243. I thought I was going to cry. 28 pounds in just under 8 weeks. It's been so long since I've dipped below 250, that I can't even believe it's my weight on the read out...well, except for the fact that I had to dine on broth and jello for the Christmas holidays, and I've given up sweets, and I don't drink sodas anymore, and I monitor everything that goes into my mouth, and I don't eat fried foods or almost any bread...except for those things, I can't believe it's my weight. My doctor didn't do my fill; his nurse did, and I could hardly feel a thing! So, in the future I will be making all of my appt. with her. One of the best things is that I can finally feel restriction...praise God! I've never been so happy to not be able to eat hardly any of my breakfast in my life! However, the best thing about all of this is not really the weight loss; it's the peace of mind that I have, now. I don't wake up and think about what I'm going to eat, or when I can eat again, how much I'm going to eat, when I'll lose that battle...Even though, I will never say never again about being fat (I've learned my lesson there,) I will say, "Not very damn likely!"

Okay, here we go; it's time for official weigh in number 2! I'm hoping for 9lbs. off or more and that will put me at a total of 25 lbs. in just under 2 months. This time I'm looking away...far, far away when the doctor does my fill. I don't want my joyous occassion to be ruined by me passing out and hitting the floor!

Okay, here we go; it's time for official weigh in number 2! I'm hoping for 9lbs. off or more and that will put me at a total of 25 lbs. in just under 2 months. This time I'm looking away...far, far away when the doctor does my fill. I don't want my joyous occassion to be ruined by me passing out and hitting the floor!