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Made it through the holiday
on December 26, 2006 5:40 am
Just got out of the hospital after a 7 day stay.  Lord knows I wouldn't wish what I went through on anyone, not even an enemy.  It all started on Wednesday (1 week & 3 days from Christmas) at work...my stomach started getting a familiar gassy feeling...it had been a year since I had an episode and I thought for sure I had gotten this thing under control so I wouldn't need surgery.  Well, I got up and walked to the shoppette on base with a co-worker who is also a dear friend and she knows my story and what happened a year ago.  Well, walking didn't help...we were going there looking for prune juice so I could popp and hopefully relieve some gas pressure.  No juice there so she drove me to the commissary...
got the juice...
sipped on a full cup of it...
waited about thirty minutes...
stomach kept getting bigger and hurting even worse...
waited another 15 minutes...
stomach stilled bloating, cramping and then I threw up!
I knew then I was in a world of trouble...
I tried to be a trouper and stay at work but things kept going down hill...
she took me home and the cramping started getting horrible...
we went to the emergency room and they immediately took me in the back...
back there they made we wait and the cramping got excruciating...
I was crying, sweating, praying, vomiting, crying cramping and hurting like hell...
I knew then I wasn't going on my vacation to Tucson that coming Saturday and may even be in the hospital and this was all before the doctor said a word...
the doctors were giving me all types of shots to help with the pain and nausea/vomitting and it wasn't working...
I was there from Noon to 7:30 and it wasn't until then that I had enough meds in my system to keep me calm with no pain so they sent me home...this time I didn't get the tube in my nose...man I was even going home with no hospital stay...
I'd dodged a bullet or so I thought...
well, at home once the meds wore off around nine the pain came back with a vengeance...
like an idiot I battled the gas and cramps and sheer pain
ALL NIGHT LONG...
silly me did that because...
1.  I wanted to go on my trip to see my baby 
2.  I had a doctor's appt the next day with my primary care doc and i'd tell her
3.  Being a single parent makes you some kinda super woman and you wanna be with your child(ren) and take care of them even when you can't take care of you...go figure...
I was so sick that whatever I was there to see the PCM for she threw that out the window in search of a way to treat my current hellish problem...
I started throwing up and they rushed me to get a CT scan..
last time I had a CT I was so dehydrated they stuck me 10 times trying to find an IV site...i'm a hard stick anyway...
couldn't get the scan because I WAS DEHYDRATED they tried 8 times and decided to admit me..monitor me...and give me fluids to help out so they could plump up my veins...
once in my hospital room they shoved an NG tube down my nose, through my throat into my stomach and I knew I was in for a long haul, that tube hurt like hell and I cried like a baby and it pumped my stomach with a vengeance...
then began the continuous sticking looking for a vein...
I'm a size 16 and my body composition should be petite like a size 6 or something but I am not there yet so the veins are buried under my extra flesh thereby making them hard to find...
they stuck me and finally got an awful site on the inside of my left wrist and it stayed a day before it blew...
they stuck me the next day on the back of my right forearm after trying a few places on the back of my hand and coming up empty...
that one lasted 2 days, my arm swole up 2x it's size and was throbbing so then they went on a hunt for 2 hours looking for a vein...
not a one would pop up so then decided at that point to do an "A Line" that means they go in deep into an artery line to get a vein!!!!!!!!!
(one location for an artery line is in the groin area!!!!!!!
they gave me some lidocaine to numb up the area but it didn't work 100% and the doc stuck me 4 times and came up empty!!!
Lawd Jesus is all I could say, so they decided to do a central line...
they brought in a surgeon from the surgery clinic to do this very dangersous line...
he was a baby and you could tell he was cocky and insensitive!~!!!!
he used the lidocaine and started sticking in the tubing right by my clavicle (that bone we ladies love to see right under our necks as a sign that we are losing weight)...
it went it okay at first until he had to push in further which went right past where the lidocaine numbed it and then all I felt was sharp pain and digging, I screamed bloody murder and he shot me to numb it again...
well after digging in my flesh and attaching this tubing they have to sew it into place so it won't come out...
he began sewing it down and the needles was going into the flesh oustide of the numbed zone so he had to numb me a third time...
so between the stinging of the lidocaine and the sheer pain of the insertion I was worn out...
they gave me some morphine to sleep and I dozed off into la la land...
couple of hours later on I woke up feeling nauseated...
the nurse and tech were taking my vitals and I told them I felt nauseated...I hadn't thrown up again since they admitted me because they were giving me stuff for nausea...
OMG the nausea stuff had worn off, I warned the nurse and tech they scrambled for a bucket but were too late and I threw up...
okay throwing up ain't so bad right...true...unless it is YOUR OWN POOP coming out of your mouth!
Good goodnes it was doo doo coming out of my mouth!
I was horrified!!!!!!
it flew all over the bed, got on one of the techs and it tasted just like crap smells...
needless to say I cried like a baby and thought to myself  "Lord don't let me die"...
they gave me nauseau meds through my nose tube directly into my stomach...
cleaned me up...
let me brush my teeth and gargle...
gave me morphine and I slept again...
I had two more episodes of throwing up crap and I thought for sure it was an awful sign...
my doc was a young asian man who they said is great...but...
he was extremely self confident, negative and slightly condescending...
he had no idea that I was as well read as I am on the body and I wasn't going to allow him to do surgery without allowing my body an opportunity to heal itself...
my church family was great during all of this and it just so happens that the Colonel who is the SGH ( apparently some very high position in the hospital) is a member of my church and he knows me from singing at the church and he is the man working directly on my medical board package!!!! 
well the colonel got invovled with my medical care and we also have a gastroenterologist at the church (both of these guys are black!!!) who is prominent in the city of Ocean Springs and he got involved with my care and they both were talking with the young doc who was treating me...
so during one of his daily visits he was talking and eluded to the fact that I know Colonel Gasque and Doctor Dillan and they know me by name and are involved with my care and how he is treating me....
in essence what he was saying is "I'm a Captain and you are a TSgt and these guys are higher up than me, how the hell do YOU know them and they know you by name?!?!?!!!!!"...
I explained to him that we all go to the same church and he was floored and I was grateful to God!!!
Well the young doc was skeptical about the suggestions of the two black docs and he was pleased to tell me that, but he decided to take there suggestions and try them on me anyway...
Praise be to God they worked!
I still have some follow up to go through but God most definitely is good...
It took 7 says to get back on my feet and I am still here!...
I did get an opportunity to witness to some to  a major while I was in there too...
during one of my nightly walks he and I walked thr floor and I found out he is a Christian...having marital problems...his wife isn't a Christian and we walked, talked, sat in one local and talked and prayed...

Well, I am tired now...think I will take a nap.

Oh but before I go...
I came out of the hospital eating as if i've had bypass surgery based on the recommendations of the doc and dietitian...they recommended that I do it for at least 7 days to give my intestines time to get better...
went to a friends for Christmas dinner and everyone was talking about how much weight i'd lost...
I didn't eat anything for the first 5 days...
they also commented on how little I was eating, how well I was  chewing my food...on the food choices I made and my self control...
So praise God I made it through the holiday and I believe that if I can keep this up for at least 30 days I can make a lifestyle change...
I can say I am more cognizant of chewing up my food...
taking smaller bites...
measuring smaller portions out...
listening to my head and my tummy...realizing when I am full...
monitoring whether or not I am pooping and how often...

SO I MADE IT and WILL continue to make it!

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WoW Moment...Feeling much better
on December 11, 2006 10:29 am
Went to Wally World Friday in my BDUs (Battle Dress Uniform...the green suit) and I usually don't feel as feminine as I do in my Blues.  Well anyway, I was standing in line behind a lady who turned around to tell me thank you for serving our country.  I smiled and said you are welcome.  She waited a few minutes and turned around again and asked me how long I have been in the Air Force...after I replied...she thanked me again...yet again she turned around and asked me "how  old are you, cause when you said you'd been in 18 1/2 years I thought to myself that surely she is lying"...I smiled and said humbly "I'm 40"...said it 3 times so she would get...she then  proceeded to tell me that she is 41 and she looks way older than I am and how wonderful I look for 40 and how bad it made her feel...I told her thank you and kept standing in line..she proceeded to rant with the folks around me how young I looked and they chimmed in...it was hilarious.

Saturday night we had the office Christmas party and I wore a cute sweater/camisole set with black slacks and when I got to the party I had so many people oooing and aaaing over me saying I looked as if i'd lost 20+ pounds...that made a sista smile too...
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Not feeling good
on December 7, 2006 11:14 am
I've been trying to keep it hush hush that I am not feeling well, because
a.  I am going on vacation starting next week and I don't want to hear
      my momma say "you should just stay home and get some rest
       he'll be there when you get better and understand."
b.  If I speak it, it might get worse...
c.  My co-workers will start pannicking and suggesting I go see the doc

I guess that is my independent superwoman side shining through.  Anywhoo, lower rib cage on the right side is aching something awful, especially when I take deep breaths and that was one of the symptoms at the onset of the horrible bout of Pneumonia I had last year.  Gosh that illness had me off my feet and in the hospital for a whole week and I just don't want that to happen again.  Right now I am just congested really bad along with the pain in my chest when I breathe deeply.  I figure tonight I will just rest and hopefully by the end of the weekend I will be feeling better.
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Past 2 weeks have been good
on November 30, 2006 1:44 pm
Haven't weighed myself since the Thanksgiving break began and ended...I believe I did well though.  I didn't overindulge for Thanksgiving, in fact I ate less than most people and folks were asking me was I okay...I said yes and I meant it.  I wasn't pannicky about the holiday it just came and went effortlessly.  Praise God for that.  My boo spent a week with us and and while I was off from work and cooking breakfast everyday for us (me, him, britt and the dog)...I did well.  We walked a lot but I didn't do any jogging.  

Started running again this week and I felt like I had a midget sitting in my chest.  getting enough air was the hardest thing for me.

I went in for a check up with the doctor and she said my bad cholesteral was down and the good was up  and markedly different...in fact she praised me for how good it was.  She also said my blood sugar was perfect!  Can you say whoop whoop!  I know I did along with Praise God!  The ole blood pressure was up though 156/100 they checked it 3x while I was there and it only went down a little so the doctor changed my dosage for the prescription...they got me feeling a little sluggish and nauseated but it's only day 2 on them.  So I am gonna take it slow and hopefully next week my body will catch up.

Still don't know much with the career though...they did allow me to extend for the purpose of retirement and then they submitted me to meet a medical board.  So the Med board takes precedence over everything else.  I know God is in control and he will take care of all of that too in His time.

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Everybody's got a man...
on November 10, 2006 1:56 am


I am too excited and I don't know where to begin...it seems as if God has been handing out good men left and right.

It all started with my girl Reesa in the ATL...she has been a single, celibate, saved sista for the last 9 1/2 years and we've had the crazy discussions that any sisters have about when is it gonna be my turn to get a man.  Well she got to place as did I that we weren't gonna frustrate ourselves with having or not having a man (me a lil sooner than her) and she got to a place of doing what  she knows to do.  Take care of her and do what God wants her to do...or at least strive to live a purpose driven life.  Anyway, she has known a guy from New York for over 5 years...she does PR work and he is in the entertainment business.  So initially they were just business associates and then about a year and a half into that they became friends that would talk on a regular basis but not once did she ever mention or think of him in any other way than a friend.  I guess a lot of that had to do with the fact that they did all of their business slash networking on the net, by phone and it all started through a mutual friend who is a PR person too....well she had never seen a photo of him and he never saw one of her and during one of their recent conversations...he expressed an interest in her.  She had to fly to NY on business, they met, they liked...better yet loved what they saw and it was merely icing on the cake since they have been friends who have been open and frank in their conversations...well things are moving along swiftly and I am so excited for her...

My girl Li Li in VA is doing the same thing...she has a man who she has known for over 3 years and they have been co-workers then it turned into friends who have been there for each other through some thick and thin situations...this guy has prayed for and with her about personal things in her life that she has shared with him and he has given her brotherly advice, friend advice and christian perspective advice....he knows deep intimate things about her and then she in turn has done all of the exact same things for him and now after 3 years he approached her and told her he wanted to let her know how he felt...she was receptive because she too had thought what if once of twice in the past year...but she always thought she wasn't his type.  Well she is and he is moving swiftly towards what he wants...

 My niece who is a college freshman has her first boyfriend...gone nay nay...

My sexy...saved...single...70 year old...5 foot 1...130 pound MOMMA has got a man!  I am so flabbergasted and how this all came about and how fast it is progressing.  He's a widower from her church who was married for over 40 years and his wife died a year or so ago. 

Mom has been friends with his family since I was a teenager and i'm 40 now...She hangs out with his family (mom, dad, aunt, cousin, sister, brother) on a regular basis...he's a deacon in the church...his character has been above reproach and he is well known, well liked, saved, single and 58 years old!  He  started hanging out with my mom and his family doing the things that they have been doing for years  outside of just going to church...(bowling, movies, dinner) and then he started joking with her telling her that they should do some of those things on other days when he can't make it out with the family.  She said that would be fine but 2 weeks went by and he hadn't made any moves.  Mind you my mom was going on with her life and she hadn't thought anymore about it...I mentioned to her one day that maybe she and Larry could date and her immediate reply was "oh no I am too old for him and besides their are at least half a dozen single sisters in the church who I see on a regular beating a path in his direction every Wednesday or Sunday to speak to him."  Well he called her 2 weeks ago and said he was gonna take a chance and tell her how he feels and she reciprocated and now they are an item.  He has since spoken with the Pastor and his wife about my mom and how he feels, his parents, his adult children and his parents and guess what NO ONE OBJECTS they keep telling him that he couldn't have made a finer choice and that he better pursue her and they are all so happy for her.                

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My Story

Divorced single mom who has been acquainted with obesity most of her life...from yo-yo dieting as an overweight teen, to self imposed bouts of fasting and overexercising as a young adult to abusing diuretics, diet pills and steam rooms as a young woman, to a sedentary/depressed lifestyle during the time of my divorce proceedings to now. Even after being in the USAF for 16+ years I have yet to shake this battle with the bulge. As of right now Uncle Sam won't pay for me to have surgery because I am on active duty, but there isn't anything written into our regulations that would preclude me from supporting myself and footing the bill. Even as I weigh the options I am so afraid of gaining another pound or even another ounce. My inability to maintain my weigh within military standards at times has cost me severely in missed promotions, lower performance ratings based solely on my weight and not the caliber of my ability to do my job above and beyond the imposed standards.

This weight has caused or contributed to my low self-image/self-esteem in the past. Growing up I can remember watching my mom eat and eat and even eat at night before going to bed to GAIN weight! The one that left the most indelible mark was one thanksgiving, my mom ate mashed potatos, turkey and gravy about an hour before bed and then 20 minutes before bed she made a banana split and then went to sleep! Imagine that, having a mom who for all her high school years never reached 100 pounds and once she got to college and then got married she never weighed more than 110 pounds (including when she was pregnant with me, my sister and brother!). Growing up I was always (well once I hit puberty at 9) the BIG Sister I weighed more than my sister and mother when I was in my latter years of elementary, junior high and high school. I dreaded having her introduce me to people because they never failed to say, “I can’t believe you have a daughter THAT BIG!” As an overweight-but-shapely pre-teen and teen, I always received unwanted sexual attention from boys who would call me fat at school and then beat a path to my door at dusk to try to get me to do what they were fantasizing about with me...God had a better plan for me because no matter how big I was I never fell for their tricks...my theory was I want a guy who wants me in the daylight and at night so NO!

Throughout high school and college, I constantly heard the phrase “She has a pretty face, but…” I always visualized what my life would be like if I were thinner. There was not one summer break that I didn’t try some miracle diet or weight loss trick in hope that I could return to school as a normal person. I would be super fine for the first 3-4 months and then the weight would come back with a vengeance. I never wores Shorts to school and very seldom did I wear dresses because of the awful chaffing I would get because of my thick thighs. I rember once some of the girls got wind of this guy that I liked in high school and we went on a field trip out of town and they stole a pair of my BIG "tighty whitey's" and waited until we were on the bus to yell out to him that I liked him and these were the kind of underwear that I wore. I was mortified as they held them up for the entire group to see on the bus and everyone began laughing and guffawing at my expense for what seemed like hours! As a result, I was and still am at times uncomfortable around members of the opposite sex. The oxymoron to all of this is that by the time I got to college my hourglass figure was accepted and guys liked me for it, so needless to say I took advantage of that and indulged myself in all the attention it brought me (don't get me wrong, I was discreet/selective and very few (2 to be exact) got to find out about my goodies... but I had a lot more suitors than I knew what to do with). So imagine going from famine to feast and still having issues with self esteem.

I am 39 now and my weight has pretty much stabilized itself at/about 200 but I am beginning to suffer health problems that I know are caused (or at the very least exaggerated) by my size. I have high blood pressure, I’m always tired and my knees creak and pop when I walk or climb stairs. I've had knee surgery because I tore my meniscus on the medial and lateral sides and now every day I experience swelling, tightness, stiffness and pain. I have been to the doctor many times because I was having trouble digesting foods and have been diagnosed with (in the past 3 years) GERDS, Hyperpylori,and Ulcers.

I’ve always known about weight loss surgery, but have always had a paralyzing fear of "What if?..." I guess it shouldn't bother me considering that I have been under the knife 5 times in my life just in my stomach area (liposuction, C-Section, Myomectomy, Small bowel revision after a motor vehicle accident and laparoscopic removal of a cyst on my ovary, but my friends and family think I shouldn't have another surgery especially since it is elective.

I've researched weight loss surgery and i'm more comfortable that it is being done laparascopically now as well. I think I’m an ideal candidate for such a surgery, but my family and friends think other wise. I've been running on these bad knees because Uncle Sam requires it and I have seen at 12 1/2 pound weight loss in the last two months which further justifies my friends and families stand against the surgery. Yet, I know it is me that has to live with me, so it must be my decision. I no longer live with low self-esteem issues and feel relatively comfortable in my skin and with who I am, but the old adage

"What if..."
I were slimmer how would I feel?
I could use a definite tool to assist me in maintaining my freedom from the dread of gaining weight?
What if...

What I do know is that...I am determined to live a life not limited by the scale. I am determined to have a body that I am I am comfortable in.

Now the question is..."Am I willing to pay the price?"

Survey says? "I am still weighing all my options."


I wrote down some goals/milestones that I want to accomplish with losing weight:

*Cross my legs
*Run a mile and a half without knee pain or my knees swelling when it's all over
*Be under 150lbs
*Wear a size that's not a double digit
*Have ONE doctor's visit where he doesn't tell me "So, you know we need to do something about this weight, right?"
*Have someone not recognize me due to my weight...preferably because of a LACK thereof, not an abundance
*Fit a size 6 dress
*Be as small as my sister for the first time
*Go to my family reunion and have someone just call me pretty, instead of "you are such a pretty big girl"
*Not have my thighs rub together trying to start a fire under my skirt and be able to go stockingless with there being a pool of water running from between my legs.
*Alleviate the joint swelling
*Lower my blood pressure


Chocolate Jewel

"What you do today for the sake of today is a DEBT, what you do today for the sake of tomorrow is an INVESTMENT."





16 Jun 2005

1 Aug 2004 was when I should have sewn on my new stripe and been promoted to then next grade but because my commander said I didn't have a professional Air Force image I have been in what we call withold status. Keep in mind that when promotion notices came out I had been on a medical profile for 6 months because of knee surgery and physical therapy but he still denied me my stripe. It's a year later, I am 20 pounds lighter, look better and everyone feels he should let me get promoted BUT he hasn't. TODAY promotion releases came out for those who were selected this year for promotion and I had to endure my commander coming in to our work office and promoting 4 more people while I am still in withold and it felt as if someone had laid me on the ground put their foot on my neck and was squashing the life out of me. Needless to say I stood...smiled and even went to the cake/punch celebration (didn't eat any though) and watched/smiled as folks congratulated everyone and some looked and whispered as to why I hadn't gotten promoted yet and I stood their in my saggy (too big) work pants and shirt (yes they are crisp, clean and I look sharp in them but it is noticeable that they are too big)and pretend to look happy. So as I sit and type this I am listening to Shekinah Glory Ministry's CD and I am playing and repeating the cut "Say Yes..." it's asking the question will you say yes to God even if it hurts and it's not what you wanted, will you still say yes with your heart and soul and I want to cry and worship but I am at work, so on the inside I am saying yes even when it hurts. :-)...