Serenidee

Well, had my lapband surgery yesterday morning. All went well and am home now. My surgeon was lovely, as were the people at the hospital where I stayed overnight. Couldn't be happier with the treatment I got =) Too my usual long time to wake up from the anaesthetic, and slept a lot but today, I only have some minor discomfort in the left shoulder... referred pain they call it. Other than that, nothing too bad... a little discomfort under the lungs, but nothing from my wounds. Hope it stays that way! =) Really, the worst part for me so far has been the optifast pre-op program and after the operation the horrid white leggings I had to wear to prevent blood clots, the barium swallow test this morning and the bumpy cab ride home! lol Have even had some pumpkin soup and custard... and oj. So it's done.. new life begins. Chat soon... xox

6.30 am here, and all packed. Ready for the hospital, and waiting for the taxi to take me in for the operation. 3 hours from now, I will be getting my LapBand. So ok, just then... writing that, I felt a twinge of nervousness. lol I think I have all I need ready for the hospital, as well as for when I get home. So better go and get the girls up, to get ready to go. Cya on the other side... dee xox

D... Doin' it Day is June 30th. Been a while since I was online. PC decided to have a meltdown, but glad I'm back before my operation. I put the date back a week or so from the original 21st, to get things organised around school holidays for the girls and I. Now have just 3 sleeps to go, and I'm not at all nervous... wonder if that's a good sign or not? lol Must say that I'm excited at the idea of the new life I will have. Wonder if that's because I'm delusional? lol I guess I'm just too, what it will be like and just how big the adjustments will be for me... and how I will handle them? Kind of like into the unknown, and that is where I have some fears, if any. Perhaps it the permanacy of it all, that has me wondering. The idea that this is forever is something new for me to contemplate, but I know it's what I need to keep me on the straight and narrow with my health. Tomorrow have to get the last of the items for hospital and make some broth for when I get home the following day, after day surgery. Also, go visit the hospital and complete everything there... then home, and it's D minus 2. Not sure what else I can do for now. I have read, and re-read information.. chatted to people, told a few who (all but one) wished me well. The other said, it was a mistake, but she would support me whatever decision I made. My girls, have been wonderful. I know they are concerned for me having the operation, but also as I explained to them... it's no more risk than my having a stroke or heart attack at this size, and I have a great team working on me on Wednesday. So there it is, guess I best go and get into bed. Bless you all, for helping me get this far... Dee xox

Hi all :thumbup: 70 days to go, and after the last 7, they can't go fast enough. This past week it is confirmed that i have diabetes, hypertension and severe sleep apnoea. Not bad for someone that just thought they had a weight problem. I think tho, that i am very fortunate to have no had these diseases until the last while, and they they have been caught early on it seems. My lapband operation really can't come quickly enough from a health perspective for me. My G.P. and surgeon are not so concerned, assuring me these problems will almost certainly disappear once i have been banded and lost weight. All the medications i need are in place and i feel ok. I am not sure what i expected, but only the CPAP machine for the sleep apnoea bothers me. I am just trialling it, for this week and the nice feller will help me with my concerns after that. Speaking of which, it's late and i am back at work in the morning. So best, i go and get the gear on and try and get some rest. Hope everyone is doing well. Thanks for being there. Cya soon

Hi all :thumbup: 70 days to go, and after the last 7, they can't go fast enough. This past week it is confirmed that i have diabetes, hypertension and severe sleep apnoea. Not bad for someone that just thought they had a weight problem. I think tho, that i am very fortunate to have no had these diseases until the last while, and they they have been caught early on it seems. My lapband operation really can't come quickly enough from a health perspective for me. My G.P. and surgeon are not so concerned, assuring me these problems will almost certainly disappear once i have been banded and lost weight. All the medications i need are in place and i feel ok. I am not sure what i expected, but only the CPAP machine for the sleep apnoea bothers me. I am just trialling it, for this week and the nice feller will help me with my concerns after that. Speaking of which, it's late and i am back at work in the morning. So best, i go and get the gear on and try and get some rest. Hope everyone is doing well. Thanks for being there. Cya soon :biggrin:

I only decided three weeks ago to even have the surgery and already i have learned that lots of people have a negative perception about it, and me it seems... or so i have realised after many years of knowing them. I spoke to some people in the chat room here about that issue and they advised me to not tell too many people about my decision. Reading your concerns this morning, i'm thinking it good advice for you and i both. Just know that you have many like minded pals in this forum, and until you are strong enough... or the results speak for themselves (and they will)... come here often and let others simply do what they need to do, and you too :-)

Almost a week since my April Fool's Day first blog posting, and i've finally procrastinated myself into this 1.39am effort. I told myself that i would record this journey, and i will. I know to do so, is important for me because i must always remember what life is like now at my heaviest, 193.5kg (427lbs)... for those days when i want to give up on the struggle to stay on my pre-op diet, or post-op when things might get a little rough and i feel frustrated. If you chance upon this blog, this blurb, is just so (if the going ever gets tough) i can come back and read this and remember... why. As it stands today, i struggle to think of a time in my life ever... when life with food, wasn't a struggle for me. As a baby i was a little 'pudgy' but in a relatively 'healthy' way. I was certainly active enough and full of strife too, from all accounts. Even as a toddler, i have pics of me still 'pudgy' but within the realms of the wider 'normal weight' for age. From my first and second grade pics tho, i was taller and wider than most of the other girls, and i suspect was already starting to overeat and probably not exercise as much as i should have for my age. I seemed to be pudgy one year and taller and slimmer the next, though never as slim as the other girls. I had a little double chin in my Grade 3 photo. Even then, i was still fairly fit. I was quite good at sports, and on every team we had at school. Between myself and my best friend... we were Captain of all but a few of the teams as well. I was a good swimmer and represented my district and even twice, my state in sports. I think i had the height, size and strength rather than the agility and that held me in good stead for a spot on most teams. I was also a pretty good strategist and good at motivating and organising others. I grew up on a farm and we worked every day before and after school. Most weekends in between team sports fixtures, we worked as well. At that time, i was 'chunky' and probably even 'fat' by todays standards, but think all the activity i was doing was holding my obesity at bay. Certainly when i hit senior and gave up most sports to study and work part time in a pizza place, the weight started to pile on. I didn't really notice, i guess because i had plenty of friends, got good grades, was voted class captain each year, and made the school honour roll. Some would call that kind of thinking, denial. Today i would agree with them. In college that trend continued, only now i was starting out on the 'dieting' merry-go-round. I would lose 10 or 15 kg's (30-40lbs) and then gain it all back and then some within a few short months. I hated my size by then, and avoided most sports as a result. By the time i was 21 i was 120+kg (260lbs). I remember losing about 40kb (100lbs) and feeling pretty good about myself. Life was good, and then a series of unfortunate things happened... life's ups and downs... and my weight went with up and down, right along with them. Through my 20's, with all the parties... when i wasn't eating i was drinking. Even that i did to excess too, ending up hospitalised and told to give up the booze of else! I did that, and the eating took over, even more completely. Add to this, smoking... a habit that would quickly turn into 50 cigs / day to try and help me ward off hunger pangs. I really can't begin to complain tho, because even as a 'bigger' girl, i really did have it all in many ways. I had a good education; a great job that paid really well; a nice feller that i was to marry the following year.. flash car; fun holidays; many friends... but life's what happens while you're busy making plans. It's a long story, but somewhere in the middle of that, my world caved in, and i just could not cope with the reality of what happened. I left and without planning or even a necessarily a destination... went overseas. To this day, i'm not sure what i was looking for, but i didn't find it overseas. As my friends referred to it, my "world tour of war zones" (i seemed to have a penchant for going to dangerous places) showed me a lot about life and a little about me. Mind i had the time of my life... but yet still, 41 countries later, i was stunned at the realisation of how little had changed when i finally got home. I had changed a little however, and managed to lose a fair amount of weight whilst trapsing from one end of the planet to the other... carrying that huge backpack. For a long time it was the hardest thing settle down and get back to work. So I studied, and then studied some more. I was bored for the excitement perhaps, so i began trying for promotions again. These came fairly easily, and quickly. I was once again successful at what i did, and happy. I had a great life, and the time and motivation to eat well and exercise... and i lost more weight. Enter, my now ex-husband. I'm not sure how to explain what happened next, but when he asked me to marry him... it seemed like the next right thing to do, settle down and start a family. He seemed so perfect for me too. So what happened... i lost a son, my sister died of a brain tumour, his brother committed suicide, and i was working 60 hours a week and coming home to raise two little girls on my own and run his business too. Somewhere in it all of that i lost myself in a relationship that was to become so incredibly and entirely toxic that it nearly killed me and my kids... literally! PTSD for the kids and i, divorce, bankruptcy, major upheaval from our home, my work, and then having to nurse my mother as she died of leukaemia. All in the space of about 5 years. Long days and even longer nights and i was so very very, tired... eating anything in front of me, my weight ballooned again to 160+kg's (350lbs). Then, i gave up smoking... and the final 30kg's came quickly. That day not so long ago when i stood on the scales and saw 193.5kg's (427lbs)really scared me. Already i was having mobility, health and every day life related problems. Sitting there, that morning too, i knew that no program alone, not theirs or anyone else's, let alone any diet... was enough to help me. That's why, the next day... 07 March 2010. 07.03.10, my Mum's lucky numbers.. i decided to have the LAP-BAND® surgery. I know people do this for many reasons, all of which are valid. I know in my heart though that i am doing this not just to lose weight or even to look better... but, rather.. to save my life. It really is such a relief in many ways to know that in 77 days time, I will being having surgery... and turning the corner on this life to a new and better one. I haven't even had surgery, and just meeting fellow banders, listening to and reading their stories, i have already started asking myself... why didn't i just do this sooner!? Thanks for letting me rant... crickey, it's 4.00am here, so i best hit the rack! Nite all xox

Almost a week since my April Fool's Day first blog posting, and i've finally procrastinated myself into this 1.39am effort. I told myself that i would record this journey, and i will. I know to do so, is important for me because i must always remember what life is like now at my heaviest, 193.5kg (427lbs)... for those days when i want to give up on the struggle to stay on my pre-op diet, or post-op when things might get a little rough and i feel frustrated. If you chance upon this blog, this blurb, is just so (if the going ever gets tough) i can come back and read this and remember... why. As it stands today, i struggle to think of a time in my life ever... when life with food, wasn't a struggle for me. As a baby i was a little 'pudgy' but in a relatively 'healthy' way. I was certainly active enough and full of strife too, from all accounts. Even as a toddler, i have pics of me still 'pudgy' but within the realms of the wider 'normal weight' for age. From my first and second grade pics tho, i was taller and wider than most of the other girls, and i suspect was already starting to overeat and probably not exercise as much as i should have for my age. I seemed to be pudgy one year and taller and slimmer the next, though never as slim as the other girls. I had a little double chin in my Grade 3 photo. Even then, i was still fairly fit. I was quite good at sports, and on every team we had at school. Between myself and my best friend... we were Captain of all but a few of the teams as well. I was a good swimmer and represented my district and even twice, my state in sports. I think i had the height, size and strength rather than the agility and that held me in good stead for a spot on most teams. I was also a pretty good strategist and good at motivating and organising others. I grew up on a farm and we worked every day before and after school. Most weekends in between team sports fixtures, we worked as well. At that time, i was 'chunky' and probably even 'fat' by todays standards, but think all the activity i was doing was holding my obesity at bay. Certainly when i hit senior and gave up most sports to study and work part time in a pizza place, the weight started to pile on. I didn't really notice, i guess because i had plenty of friends, got good grades, was voted class captain each year, and made the school honour roll. Some would call that kind of thinking, denial. Today i would agree with them. In college that trend continued, only now i was starting out on the 'dieting' merry-go-round. I would lose 10 or 15 kg's (30-40lbs) and then gain it all back and then some within a few short months. I hated my size by then, and avoided most sports as a result. By the time i was 21 i was 120+kg (260lbs). I remember losing about 40kb (100lbs) and feeling pretty good about myself. Life was good, and then a series of unfortunate things happened... life's ups and downs... and my weight went with up and down, right along with them. Through my 20's, with all the parties... when i wasn't eating i was drinking. Even that i did to excess too, ending up hospitalised and told to give up the booze of else! I did that, and the eating took over, even more completely. Add to this, smoking... a habit that would quickly turn into 50 cigs / day to try and help me ward off hunger pangs. I really can't begin to complain tho, because even as a 'bigger' girl, i really did have it all in many ways. I had a good education; a great job that paid really well; a nice feller that i was to marry the following year.. flash car; fun holidays; many friends... but life's what happens while you're busy making plans. It's a long story, but somewhere in the middle of that, my world caved in, and i just could not cope with the reality of what happened. I left and without planning or even a necessarily a destination... went overseas. To this day, i'm not sure what i was looking for, but i didn't find it overseas. As my friends referred to it, my "world tour of war zones" (i seemed to have a penchant for going to dangerous places) showed me a lot about life and a little about me. Mind i had the time of my life... but yet still, 41 countries later, i was stunned at the realisation of how little had changed when i finally got home. I had changed a little however, and managed to lose a fair amount of weight whilst trapsing from one end of the planet to the other... carrying that huge backpack. For a long time it was the hardest thing settle down and get back to work. So I studied, and then studied some more. I was bored for the excitement perhaps, so i began trying for promotions again. These came fairly easily, and quickly. I was once again successful at what i did, and happy. I had a great life, and the time and motivation to eat well and exercise... and i lost more weight. Enter, my now ex-husband. I'm not sure how to explain what happened next, but when he asked me to marry him... it seemed like the next right thing to do, settle down and start a family. He seemed so perfect for me too. So what happened... i lost a son, my sister died of a brain tumour, his brother committed suicide, and i was working 60 hours a week and coming home to raise two little girls on my own and run his business too. Somewhere in it all of that i lost myself in a relationship that was to become so incredibly and entirely toxic that it nearly killed me and my kids... literally! PTSD for the kids and i, divorce, bankruptcy, major upheaval from our home, my work, and then having to nurse my mother as she died of leukaemia. All in the space of about 5 years. Long days and even longer nights and i was so very very, tired... eating anything in front of me, my weight ballooned again to 160+kg's (350lbs). Then, i gave up smoking... and the final 30kg's came quickly. That day not so long ago when i stood on the scales and saw 193.5kg's (427lbs)really scared me. Already i was having mobility, health and every day life related problems. Sitting there, that morning too, i knew that no program alone, not theirs or anyone else's, let alone any diet... was enough to help me. That's why, the next day... 07 March 2010. 07.03.10, my Mum's lucky numbers.. i decided to have the LAP-BAND® surgery. I know people do this for many reasons, all of which are valid. I know in my heart though that i am doing this not just to lose weight or even to look better... but, rather.. to save my life. It really is such a relief in many ways to know that in 77 days time, I will being having surgery... and turning the corner on this life to a new and better one. I haven't even had surgery, and just meeting fellow banders, listening to and reading their stories, i have already started asking myself... why didn't i just do this sooner!? Thanks for letting me rant... crickey, it's 4.00am here, so i best hit the rack! Nite all xox

WTG Rhonda! All the best for the surgery... and I can't wait to read your blogs. I have my surgery on June 21st, so would love to hear all about your journey. Happy Easter to you too! dee c

Hi there luckyinlove :-) Congratulations on the surgery date! I am being banded June 21st 2010. Just writing to say sorry to hear about your Mum, and the other loss in your family. I know a little about how you feel, losing my sister and my Mum in pretty quick succession a while back. Guess just hope you hang in there and know that they would want you healthy and happy. Also, if you ever need a chat anytime... I'm Australian, so the times are messed up... but send me a note and we can maybe get together. Crossing my fingers from all this far away for you too! Take good care... dee x

I have 79 days before my surgery to go.. which means a lot of time to be thinking all kinds of fears up in my head. It is so terrific to read everyone's success stories, because they keep me on track in the right direction! I know that it's going to be a task to take off 250lbs+ but hearing everyone's journey gives me hope for mine. Imagine, size 12. I can't.. not yet, but maybe one day soon! Thanks Janet :-)

Hi Jaxie, Dee here. I start my meal replacement regimen, day after tomorrow.. so it is great to read how you're going. I'm in Australia, so we use a product called Optifast - probably similar to what you are having i imagine. I have to do my fasting for a month according to my surgeon, so i'm thinking it will seem like forever. I'm sure it's worth it tho.. many say it is, so hang in there and stay in touch if you like. We can go insane together! lol

Thanks, i was wondering how it was done, also! :-)

It's April 01st 2010, Fool's Day. Seems like a good day to start recording what life was like, what's going to happen and beyond. Knowing what i know about myself, i think it a good idea to write as much down as possible so that i can look back and remember, if per chance i forget where i am right now and where i want to be... after my scheduled lap-band surgery on June 21st 2010. The 7th of March, the day i decided to take the step and have a lap-band inserted, was just a little over 3 weeks ago, but it seems like a lifetime. So much has happened since then... but that's another story for tomorrow.