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Love her too. She really is hilarious! I saw a magazine yesterday with her on the cover and she has lost weight...quite a bit in fact. I do know that a few years ago she and her brother opened a diner type place in Calgary that served yummies like meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mac & cheese old school style. Comfort food. Not sure if it is still around but the menu choice reads "Jann". Welcoming and Comforting. I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up with a CBC talk show. I think she was on The Hour not that long ago...mmm...George Stroumboulopoulos (sp?)talk about yummy. I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers!! ( I have no idea what that means, I just heard some cool kids say it once). :target: :guess

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I think I’ve convinced myself that all the eating, tightness and barfing issues won’t apply to me. I have the Dr.’s list for an eating plan and schedule, what else could go wrong? Well, according to many posts…LOTS!! At this point, I’m supposed to have lots of questions but until I have the surgery, I don’t know what to ask. My hypochondriac tendencies enjoy all the problem threads and my avoidance, denial and procrastinator side says follow the guidelines and you’ll be fine. Worry about it later. Am I going into this blind and ill prepared or somewhat confident that my Dr. and connection to this site will get me through any struggles? Come on, do I really need to buy BBQ tongs for the bathroom? I’d have to redecorate the bathroom in a BBQ theme, I hate the Western look. Mookie.

What pre-op diet? Sorry, I was talking with my mouth full... It's really hard and well...it's really hard. Enough said. I'm looking forward to the trip to TO tho. I hope to go to the Science Cntr and Royal Ontario Museum. If I'm not in too much pain. Cool, the museum on Codeine, maybe I'll go to a laser light show or perhaps wander the streets in my housecoat and fluffy slippers. Watch for me on the news. "Chubby tourist resists arrest and refuses to return shopping cart to local grocer. When asked about the cart she promptly corrected reporters and asked that they call it 'HER SWEET RIDE'!" My last encounter with the law. And I suggest you shutta your moutha, Argon! Or you may see your ticker creeping the other direction. Oohh..she didn't? But, oohh...she did!

Self-payer from Alberta. Dr. Cobourn (Ontario) is my doctor. Surgery date set for January 10th. Gulp. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Funny...Is that like the different Chinese New Years? Year of the Dog, Snake, Vomit? I missed that one on the placemat at my last Chinese Buffet.

Green-stop showing off!!

Jack-Highly evolved, in touch with your sensitive side. You can be the centerfold.

Make more of an effort to keep and make friends. Deal with stress in a more healthy way. Learn to make eye contact with men. Tough one for me. Plan a block party for the end of the summer. To reduce the amount of nagging I do. To stop making lists...oops, I did it again. Mookie

Hi-Yep, seeing a therapist too. I have to, due to the fact that once the weight starts to come off, I'll have all the same issues and won't have food (well not in the amounts I'm used to) to turn to. My weight issues started in my 20's. I spent my childhood being thin and active and watching my sister and mom go on numerous diets. So the need to be thin and stay thin was established early on (and not in a healthy way). <O:p</O:p <O:p></O:p> I also have to deal with the guilt about having to go under the knife to help me stop overeating. I imagine in as little as 50 (maybe less) years the medical establishment will look back on this surgery and see it as drastic. Just like when they used to wire people's jaws shut.<O:p></O:p> <O:p></O:p> What helps a little, (for me) is to look back a childhood photos and promise that little person a better life. We don't have much control growing up under the expectations, dreams, fears, successes and failures of our guardians but we sure as heck can create our own adult futures. Think how much your dogs will love a more fit and active Mom?<O:p></O:p> <O:p></O:p> Find the support you need and lean on them. <O:p></O:p> <O:p></O:p> Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide. You're on your way Klo, you’ve made the best decision.<O:p></O:p> <O:p> </O:p>

Welcome friend. All the best on your journey. Mookie.

Here's mine. To stop having to apply a strip of duct tape to the zippers on my pants so that my gut doesn't bust out cause a scene. I too, have that fat hunchy thing on my neck and when I go for a massage, someone always says "you should have that looked at...something doesn't seem right." Well, stop poking at it for chrisss sake. And here is a stretch for me..walk the dogs in daylight without worry about car loads of teens verbally attacking me because of my size. Yes, it's happened (more than once). I've allowed this fear to dictate when I go out for walks and I have to take back control of this situation.

Say what you will about food additives and chemicals but if these taste as good as they sound...sign me up. I saw an article today in a magazine about brilliant 2005 inventions and this product made the cut. Check it out...peeps. Anyone tried this? I think I'm going to buy the complete kit and spray myself into a tasty chemical induced coma. http://www.flavourspraydiet.com Love, Mookie.

Just had my last meal and I wanted to share the details. We decided to go to the Keg for our last supper sans Band. Here's the low down. 1-Keg Margarita 2-Lettuce Wedge Salad. Otherwise known as a reason to slather on the Blue Cheese. 3-Steak and Lobster. I've never had such a thing. One-money doesn't grow on trees. Two-I've never been marooned on a desert Isl. with my millionaire husband. And C-That's just showing off. But since we live in Alberta, I guess we should do as Albertan's do. I'm not much of a steak eater but I decided to go down in a blaze of glory. I’m telling you, this was the best steak ever. I had it medium well (sorry true steak aficionados-I know this is a sinful level of doneness). I didn’t fill up on the bread or the rice and this plan of attack proved to be a winning strategy. The Lobster, bless its little crustacean soul, was tender and sweet and met its buttery destiny with dignity and honor. Chris had the Baseball steak and I did my best not to let the graphic display of a basically raw hunk of beef ruin my dinner. It was kind of like a car accident, I found it hard to look away. I think the lobster and steak are dancing around in my tummy…a truly delicious “last supper”. And I didn’t have to put up with crap from the apostles this time. Bring on the Optifast; it’s all downhill from here Baby!

What the heck? What’s up with those people? You’ve lost 60 lbs and they choose (and yes, that is an obvious choice) to ignore it? This scenario reeks of jealousy and big time envy. Crap, now they have to find something else to complain about. But then you had to go and rub it in their face by presenting your bozuuums** (sp?) on a silver platter? Shame on you, you sexy beast! Your moment of silent revenge was so sweet I swear I can taste it here in AB. I am reminded of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine sends out her nipple x-mas card and George is disappointed that he didn’t receive one. Elaine says to him “You want a card? Here’s your card!” And grabs his balding head and shoves it down the front of her blouse. Yoda, please note that the “had this quite amazing cleavage going on. heheheheheheehe. Bro-in-laws eyes were bugged out the whole time...and I must say I milked it!!!!!” double entendre was not lost on me. Mookie **Spell check thinks this word should be “Possums”. You’re boobs have now been christened Possum 1 and Possum 2.

My new surgery date is Jan 10th. My job ended earlier than expected so I called Dr. Cobourn's office to see if there were any cancellations and low and behold he could offer me a Jan date. I took it and now the panic I was putting off for the month of Feb has set in. Optifast doesn't start until the 27th so I have one more x-mas "turkey dinner, unzip my pants and look around for a nice place to take a nap" feast to look forward to.:hungry: I have to get myself one of those fancy schmancy ticker things. A special thanks to Argon for just being Argon.:clap2:

Good to hear from all of you. Enjoy the "all you can eat" while you can. You know we'll all meet in the buffet line in H-E double hockey sticks anyway. Cajun, anyone? Day one on Optifast sucks. Lettuce has never tasted so good. Oh, I drank some pickled Olive juice. Damn good stuff. Shaken not stirred, of course.

I'll just blend the chopsticks in with the Optifast. mmm..Fiber. Chopsticks, the other white meat.

I hear the theme to Saturday Night Fever. Stay Sexy!

Okay, I tried an Optifast early and ya...I foresee consumption problems. Anybody think that the seatbelt on the flight home may cause a problem? I know it not in the exact same spot but could there be tenderness and swelling?

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I used them too. I dealt with a woman named Tania and she was wonderful. I did this to avoid telling anyone I knew here. Since I live in Alberta, I had to get my signature notarized. I had a lawyer go over the paperwork and notarize at the same time. There are no loop holes. You can pay it out early without penalty (which I was concerned about).Good luck to you.

Yahoo! Jumping up and down on the couch for ya!

yoda, that makes me feel sad. My Papa and I don't have much of a relationship either. He was in the forces and was rarely home. When he was home he was drinking and/or fighting with my Mom. Not sure if we'll ever have a relationship where we talk more often then 2-3 times a year. He lives about 15 minutes away...that's sad. You know that some by Mike and the Mechanics.."In the Living years"? "I wasn't there that morning when my father passed away, I didn't get to tell him all the things I had to say...Say it loud, Say it clear, In the living years..." Anyway, that song makes me choke up. My stupid pride gets in the way and I end up telling myself "well, I called him last time, now its his turn." While time ticks on we hold strong at some kind of stupid stalemate. Ok..off the soap box.

Mookie-Quite simply the bestest dog in the world. SPCA special who was dropped off because she was an unwanted Christmas gift (11 years ago). Her original name was Princess but she aint no Princess. She's brown with short stocky legs, super loud bark (louder than our Newf and Shep) and tenacious to boot. I see myself in her. She kicks ass for those who can't and so you don't have too. She typed this...she's such a ham!