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HI everyone! Today I got the call that they have scheduled my surgery tentatively for February 18th. I am going for my endoscopy next Friday and barring any problems with that, I should be fine. I also have to have clearance from the nutritional person and the psychiatrist. So I am on my way. I am excited --- and a bit scared. I am wondering if I am doing the right thing, but on the whole, I am ready. Ok, maybe almost ready. ...
I am just finishing up the end of the first of five months of insurance mandated supervised dieting. I know I am going to get bitched at. I have eaten a lot of crap and not lost a pound so far. I weigh in on Wednesday and I am afraid that I might have gained. So far, the only thing I have done well is doing the food and exercise logging.
My daughter is in the army and they are moving a long ways away. I got the chance to visit them this weekend when they were just two hours away. It would have been the last time I would get to see my grandson for a long time. I jumped. I made hotel arrangements for myself, my husband and our three kids and we went up. We went to the zoo, a park and the beach for the day and then back to the hotel. The whole time I was thinking: OMG, I am so fat. How can ...
There is this spidery thought in the back of my mind: will the sleeve surgery kill me? I guess that's what it comes down to, thoughts of death. Will it make my diverticulitis so bad that I perforate? If I get cancer (like my mom and dad) will it make me worse off? Will I be unable to take antibiotics by pill? Will I wake up from the surgery? I guess I have to change my mindset because really: I woke up from having ...
I have six children, three are grown and three are little. Two marriages. My three at home are 10. 14 and 15. They seem to eat constantly. When I was directed by my colorectal surgeon to have the sleeve procedure, I was devastated, but have come back strong and have been reading a lot and mentally preparing for a mind-shift. My family, however, is kicking and screaming. I don't want to have to be tortured by candy wrappers left laying on the table and chip bags at the computer. ...