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Well, it has been 1 year and 10 months since my surgery.  I went from 341 lbs to my current weight of 275 lbs.  I haven't lost ANY weight in over a year now.  I am frustrated with myself, because after going through all the pain and the drama of surgery, I am still fat, but can't even enjoy food anymore.  I know the mistakes I am making - not exercising, eating "easy" foods such as sweets, creamy soups, and ice cream - and it pisses me off at myself that I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do. 

It has been 3 weeks and two days since my surgery.  I am already a little frustrated.  Maybe I'm just being impatient - lol.  I lost 21 lbs in my first two weeks, but for the past 10 days, I haven't lost a single pound!  I'm eating correctly - BARELY eating, it seems - so why am I already stuck?  *sigh*

I can't believe this surgery is finally about to become a reality!!  After 3 months of nutritional counseling and a psychological evaluation, my surgeon's office submitted it all to my insurance, and I received an approval letter in less than 10 days!  I am excited, nervous, and anxious.  I dreamed the other night that after the surgery I began steadily gaining 10 lbs a week.  NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!

Hi all -
I am currently in the stage of trying to meet my insurance's requirements for surgery coverage.  I am hoping to have the VBG in June.  I just completed the 3 months of a medically supervised weight loss program, and now I am trying to find a psychologist do to the required evaluation.  This has been a lot easier said than done!  I live in the Oklahoma City area, and so far every psychologist I have called has told me they don't do these kinds of evaluations.  Is there anyone one on here from the OKC area that has had this done?  I'm so eager to get the ball rolling, and I find it hard to believe there isn't SOMEONE in this city that will do the evaluation required!

Susan

I have never cared for the taste of alcohol, so it was never easy for me to understand the craving that drives an alcoholic to continue to drink, even when confronted with the knowledge that their addiction is destroying their body and hurting their loved ones.  At least, I thought I didn't understand.  Turns out, I understand it  all too well.  I have an addiction to food.  It comforts me, entertains me, keeps me company, gives me pleasure.  Going out to a restaurant has always been nirvana to me.  Appetizer?  Yes, please!  Another basket of bread?  Yes!  Dessert?  Sure, why not? 

I grew up as the baby of 5 children, eight years younger than the next closest sibling, to a mother who had been raised in the poor, post-Depression deep south.  My parents struggled when the four eldest kids were small, but by the time I came around, they were doing fairly well for themselves.  In our house, food was a sign of prosperity, love, and hospitality.  I have memories of the breakfast bar, the place that was central in our house, always being loaded down at one end with an assortment of chips, cookies, candy, and sweet rolls.  Any of it was mine for the taking whenever I pleased.  As an elementary school child, I learned the joys of making myself a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread after school, followed by assorted other goodies.  Next, my mom would come home and cook her wonderful, high-fat foods for dinner - fried chicken, mashed potatoes, etc.  Then, we would spend our evenings from 7-10pm in front of the TV, eating homemade popcorn with plenty of oil and butter and a heaping bowl of ice cream while we laughed along with the Brady Bunch, the Walton's, Happy Days, Fantasy Island, The Love Boat...  Wash all this down with plenty of sugary soda, and it's no wonder I was an obese child!

I am not especially a binge eater now.  My weakness is that I love the FATTENING stuff.  I will resolve that I'm going to eat a bowl of Special K, a half grapefruit, and a boiled egg for breakfast, but then when I'm in the car on the way home from taking my boys to school, the allure of the donut shop is too much.  In my head, I have this rebellious thought that I work hard, I deserve this, I want it.  I always use my debit card, and this particular donut shop requires a minimum $5.00 purchase to use a card, so this gives me an excuse to get one of each of my favorites - a sausage and cheese patty roll, a jalepeno sausage and cheese roll, and a glazed donut - PLUS a large Dr. Pepper!    I will argue with myself inside my head the whole way there, but my appetite generally wins.

My other weak point is at work.  I work nights at a hospital, and my job is very sedentary with long periods of inactivity.  I plan my nights according to what I'm going to eat.  I eat a good meal with my family around 6:30 pm, and then when I go to work at 11pm, I usually visit the late-night cafeteria and get a meal - usually something fried or cheesy and gooey - and I make sure to have one salty snack and one sweet snack.   I would also consume a 32 oz soda - not diet.

I have recently been making some better choices.  I have completely stopped drinking non-diet pop, and when I choose snacks for my night shift, I have been opting for things like a banana and a 100-calorie snack pack.  I'm drinking lots of water.  When I plan ahead, I bring something from home to eat, such as a turkey sandwich and soup.  I still slip back into my old habits once in a while, though.  I don't know what it's going to be like after I have surgery and can only eat a few bites of things.