Skyhigh315

Hi, That sucks that you're having reasons to regret. That's pretty irresponsible of them to not notice the betadine warning or your instructions to stop. I hope you feel better. For what it's worth, I have similar feelings from time to time--they mostly happen when I miss my old eating habbits or my old menu (like a whole large pizza in one sitting). The almost 70 pounds I've lost, and the way my old clothes fall off me helps me get over it, though!

Hi, I, too, am afraid of those kernel shells in there. They stick to my mouth, throat and in between my teeth and gums. I can only imagine what they'll stick to or get stuck to in my sleeve...

Hi, I am two weeks post as of yesterday. I'm having a TERRIBLE time with the Protein shakes/powders/whatevers. I literally get nauseous at the MEMORY of the smell of whey protein, let alone the taste. I've tried it in lots of things, but even the faintest scent of the whey makes me get that pre-vomiting salivation going, and I don't want to risk damaging my sleeve by vomiting this early. I'm worried about the fact that I'm only getting 200-300 calories per day and probably only 15 grams of protien. I'm only two weeks out and have already lost 30 pounds. I'm sure a lot of that is muscle, given how little protein I'm getting. What do you think? :thumbup1:

Hi, I'm 9 days post-op, and I'm off clears-only and have been enjoying cream-of-whatever Soups. I had some split-pea Soup this morning, but when I took a drink of Protein Water (about an hour later), my stomach started growling like crazy! My stomach hasn't made this much noise since pre-op hunger. Anyone experienced this? Thanks in advance.

Hi, I had my procedure on a Friday, and was taking walks of 2 to 3 blocks by Monday. It's been 8 days now, and I feel great sometimes and have strange discomforts other times. I'm still trying to figure out what full or hungry feels like...

So... I'm actually pretty good at making a long story longer, so I'll do my best to keep these ruminations brief (lest I bore anyone away). I'm 39 years old, married and a father of two boys (5 and 17 months). My boys have only known me fat, so they don't have a frame of reference to back when I was a pretty good lookin' guy. I guess to them, I'm Superman, so they don't care. For my wife, on the other hand, it's a slightly different story. When she and I met, I was a portly 260lbs. Overweight by far, but I carried it well and people would more likely refer to me as 'chubby' than as 'fat.' While she thought I was a 'biggun', she also thought I was cute! Over our six years of marriage, she watched me shovel entire large pizzas (in one sitting) down again and again, with only a slight grimace (at first). After I ballooned up to 300, and after the birth of our first son, she started objecting when I would order huge portions of food for myself at restaurants. After I finished every morsel and then ordered dessert, she'd be in a bad mood for the rest of the night. After the birth of our second son, and my topping 330lbs., she began to urge me to "do something." While I took her concerns seriously, everything I tried to "do" just pissed me off or depressed me. What happens then? EAT, of course... I bought a year's membership at 24-Hr Fitness and went in exactly once. Disappointed and disgusted with myself over that thought, I ordered a pizza. I had a formal affair come up, and when I couldn't fit into the fattest tux I'd ever (quite recently) bought, I got so upset that I ordered a pizza. You get the picture, I'm sure. A couple of months ago, I started thinking about getting a lap-band. Unfortunately, my insurance wouldn't spring for it unless I satisfied a litany of outrageous prerequisites like losing most of the weight by other means or gaining enough weight to qualify as an 'emergency' case of morbid obesity. That's when someone mentioned the Mexican option. I was amazed at how many people around me had either entertained the idea themselves; or had actually done it. One co-worker described it as the 'best thing she'd ever done.' After much research, I opted instead for gastric sleeve surgery. I read and re-read this site, and made scores of calls and emails to providers. I settled on Jerusalem Weight Loss (mostly for the price, I admit) since there wasn't anything I could find that other clinics were offering that Jerusalem wasn't--for substantially less money. Well, I did it! I had the procedure last Friday and was sent home Monday afternoon. If you aren't bored to the point of suicide contemplation, I'll write about the experience later tonight or tomorrow.

DO THE PRE-OP DIET!!! I strayed off the path (big time), including splurging two nights before my surgery. In the end, the surgery took two hours, and they had to use so much gas (nitrogen, I think) to inflate my abdomen, that I've been feeling like I've had the bends ever since. I wouldn't wish this on the devil...