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Surgeon TestimonialVincent Narciso, M.D.Dr. Narciso was absolutely wonderful! I couldn't have asked for a better surgeon! He had a wonderful sense of humor but stayed very professional. When I first met him I was very impressed. As time went on I trusted him more and more and by the time it was time for surgery I was completely ready. He made me feel so comfortable! His staff was wonderful as well! His nurse Karla is the sweetest woman in the world, and so easy to talk to. The only thing that I was not very pleased with was the nut that works in his office. I never actually met with her. I met with someone who was filling in for her, and I never heard from her again. I think its really important for post-op patients to meet with their nut after surgery. It would have helped me out a lot and saved me a lot of heartache. Instead I ended up learning from OH and just trying things out on my own. I would recommend him to anyone interested in bariatric surgery! |
February 22, 2008 on February 22, 2008 2:18 pm
Hey hey hey,
Well my weight has gone down, finally! It probably wasn't the healthiest way to loose 16 pounds, but I was going thru some things...and it just happened. I'm finally down to 148 lbs! I'm wearing size 8 jeans and medium tops. I feel great!
Me and George officially broke up. It should've happened a long time ago, but I just recently found the strength in me to leave. Its been about 1 1/2 months now since I broke it off, and I'm doing good. I moved out of our apartment and am staying with a friend, and he's supposed to be going back to California March 10. Then I'll be moving back into the apartment and one of my friends is going to be my roommate. :) I'm pretty excited. I've been over to the apartment a couple of times to feed my cats and just say hi, and its so gross. He hasn't bought shampoo, soap, toliet paper, toothpaste...ANYTHING since I've left. Dishes are everywhere, its just a pit. And soo nasty. There are pizza boxes everywhere, its like after I left he just gave up on life or something. I mean...who doesn't buy soap? But anyway, its been a really hard month, but things are finally starting to look brighter. He had been calling me and emailing me nonstop, and FINALLY that has stopped. He was making my life living hell....reminding me everyday that I've ruined his. Anyway, thats the latest update on my life....
Pretty exciting huh?
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My pathetic love life cont... on November 15, 2007 6:17 am
Well here I am again...complaining again...tired again. After everything that happened over this past weekend, we ended up talking again. I refused to talk to him Monday all day and when I got home late from work he was very upset with me. I walked in the door and he started yelling, and then crying, and then came the begging. I just told him I can't live my life like this, that it isn't fair to either one of us. He said he was sorry and he was going to try harder. And (I think) stupidly I fell for it. I told him that if we were going to make this work, then we were going to take a break from each other. And that I wanted to go to couples counseling. He agreed, so I've been looking up counslers in town and hopefully can find one soon. So things between us have been OK I guess, until last night. I was just so pissed at him. His friend DJ's every Wednesday night at a bar here in town. He wanted to go last night, so I was like yeah that sounds like fun, we should go together. Well his friend didn't call and I got tired, so I ended up just going to bed. Well at about 11:30 he came into the room and said that his friend had just called and was going and that he was going with him. I was asleep so I just said whatever, bye. Well, about 5 freaking hours later he decided to come home. 4:30 in the morning. 4:30!! I heard him come in and I was like, what the hell? So this is cool now? Don't get me wrong, I DO NOT CARE IF HE GOES OUT. I actually encourage it. But what pisses me off is the fact that if I want to go out with my friends to a club/bar its a HUGE ordeal. I'm not allowed to go without a fight. And if I do end up going, he'll call me at least 10 times and I HAVE to be home by a certain time. Usually around 1. So...I guess its OK for him to do it, but not me. And then he gets pissed if I drink, but hmmm he came home last night and REEEEEEEEKED of alcohol. So I don't know. He's a f^@$ing hypocrite and it really just pisses me off.
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On top of that, we got a letter from our apartment complex about our cats. We have two cats that are about 5 months old and I LOVE the hell out of them. They say they are still kittens and now I'm not allowed to have them. They are completely potty trained, independent, and have destroyed NOTHING. UGH. I'm so irritated right now. I'm in a horrible mood and don't want to be at work today. I just want to go home and cry with my kitties.
Life... on November 12, 2007 8:13 am
Sometimes I just don't know what to do with myself. I have been so depressed lately, in such a funk...and I can't get out of it. I think there are so many things wrong with me or wrong with my life...I can't just blame one thing. I wonder why sometimes I can't just be happy. It pisses me off! People make it seem so easy. I know there are others who have it worse then me, I KNOW THIS...but sometimes I just need to feel sorry for myself...and today is one of those days. As far as weight goes, I have it back under control. It didn't take me long, luckily, but my weight is back down to 159. I just need it to keep going down. Thats good I guess. My love life is on the rocks. But it has been since we've been together. George is so over protective, almost to the point where I feel like I can't breathe. He gets upset with me all the time, and in turn I'm upset with him all the time...so we are ALWAYS fighting. Everyday there is a fight, no fail. We don't see each other as much as we use to, because of schedule change, and its almost a relief. I use to want to spend every waking moment with him, and now I dread when he comes home. And its because I don't want to fight. I don't feel like its fair for us to always be down and sad. when you love someone, its not supposed to be like that...so why is it so hard for us? I tell him all the time that I don't think we are compatiable. I know we love each other, there is no question about it, but our personalities clash, and I think thats why we fight so much. Before I moved to California and before he moved to Kansas, I made some really big mistakes. I cheated on him right after I broke up with my last boyfriend. After that break up I was going thru a really tough time in my life, so I turned to men to make me feel better. Obviously that didn't work, and in the process I ended up cheating on George. I would never in a million years do that again, and he knows that I have done this. He decided to forgive me and move on, but his jealousy is just out of control now. He says its because of what I did before. But I can't talk to anyone on my phone, read emails, go ANYWHERE without being questioned constantly. He reads over my shoulder whenever I'm on the computer, he sits and listens to my phone conversations and then asks a million questions, checks on my myspace and keeps TABS of who my friends are on there. He even knows the EXACT number of friends I have on there, and if I add someone he figures out who it is and asks me who they are, how I know them, etc. AHHHH!!!! For the last month I have been drinking every single weekend. All weekend long I'm drunk, and i KNOW its bad for my body (so please don't lecture me) but I do it so I can get away from everything else that goes on. Its only make my problems worse and it makes me feel like crap the next day, but I don't feel like I can help it. I went out with my friends last Saturday, because my friend just turned 21, so I wanted to help her celebrate. George threw a fit. We were going to a club and everytime I mention the word CLUB he flips out. Hes so afraid of me dancing with some other guy or something like that...that he can't stand even stand the thought of me going. It drives him crazy when another guy finds me attractive, or if I say someone else is good looking. Anyway, thats besides the point...so against his wishes I went anyway, and tried to have a good time. The whole time I was out with my friends I felt guilty. (He doesn't like my friends either because he thinks they are bad influences...they party a lot...but for goodness sakes we are 21 years old!!) So while I was out I was totally plastered and had a decent time. I did get into an altercation with some other man...(he hit me in the head because i wouldn't dance with him...so I kinda sorta smacked him back...but it got stopped right away) George ended calling my phone 8 times before I noticed...I obviously couldn't hear my phone...I called him on my way out and he was livid. He was so pissed off at me for going out...and the whole way home I got yelled at. I told him what happened with that other guy, and that just pissed him off even more. Now he's using that as an excuse for why I shouldn't hang out with my friends. WHATEVER! So I got lectured until about 4 am Sunday morning and was finally able to go to sleep. Then I heard about it all day long yesterday...and I'm just sick of it. The icing on the cake was this - before we went out Saturday night we all met up at my friends house. She lives with her boyfriend there, so we were all just hanging out and getting read to go. We were taking pictures - just having a good time. Well my friends boyfriend took some pictures on his camera, and posted them online - just like everyone else. Well George saw them late last night and came and woke me up around 2 am to ask me why I didn't tell him, and why there are pictures of me on B's camera. I was like...well hmm we were taking pictures and I just happened to be in a few? I didn't know whos camera was whos we were just taking pictures! And its not like they were just of me, my other friends were in them too! But anyway, he flipped out and I told him I couldn't deal with that right now...I had to sleep. Well then he came back at 4 am and was like, I can't do this anymore, I give up. I was like...well what is that supposed to mean? He was like your friends boyfriend has pictures of you online and he's your myspace friend...doesn't that seem odd to you? I was like uhh...no. And he told me he gave up. I told him he was rude and that I was going back to bed.
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Thats the stuff I deal with on a daily basis, and I'm just so drained. Am I being immature here? I don't know what to do. I'm so sad and so depressed and I don't feel like I have anyone to talk to. I don't know if I should deal with this - because I brought this all upon myself. I think its because of my mistakes from before that makes George the way he is. Should I stay with him? Do I leave him? I don't know what to do. :( I think when I go home tonight I'm going to move my stuff into the spare bedroom. I don't think I can live in the same room with him right now. That makes things tough too...we live together. AHH.
I'm sorry this was so long. Thank you for listening. :(
November 1st...WOW! on November 1, 2007 9:15 am
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Life has been pretty crazy lately. I've been meaning to update on here, but I'm way too lazy. Lets see...
I've gained about 6 pounds, and its really got me down. The sucky part about it is, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let this happen. And now I just feel out of control. I know its not a whole lot, and if I get it under control now I'll be fine...but I can feel it in my clothes...my body just feels so blah, and gross. I was down to a size 10 in jeans, but now they are getting so tight, I can barely fit into them. I'm OK with being a 12, but I just felt so good being a little lighter. I know what I need to do to kick this back into gear, I just need to do it! :( I haven't seen my doctor since July, and I know thats really bad too. But I don't have insurance, and I can't afford to go. AH! I've also been really tired lately. Sometimes I think I don't get enough sleep, so I'll go to bed early and I'm still super tired. I don't know whats wrong with me. I went to my doctor to get a b12 shot, but they apparently had just run out before I got there, so I didn't end up getting one. I don't know if thats maybe what I need. Who knows...
I'm still with George. We ended up moving into our own apartment September 1st. Its been much better for our relationship I think. We still fight sometimes, but I'm not as stressed out, he's not as stressed out...we get along a lot better when we aren't living with one of our parents. I still can't wait to get married...OK well he hasn't asked yet...I don't when/if he's going to..I sure hope so though. We talk about it a lot, and I feel like we're married...just without the certificate. He gave me a promise ring on our one year anniversary, and it was a total surprise. Although it wasn't very romantic the way he did it...so that was kind of disappointing...but none-the-less I got it. He's not too much into romance...and it kind of bums me out. I do have to give me credit, he has surprised me with flowers 3 separate times. Anywho, now I"m just rambling.
Work is good. I'm finally at a job I enjoy and work with people I like...and are a little closer to my age. George is working full time as well, and gets paid very nicely. Sure can't wait for christmas! :D
Well I should get back to work, my "diet" starts today, I'm cutting out high calorie drinks...and CHOCOLATE. Just until Christmas of course. I think those are my biggest downfalls...if I just would stick to water...and milk sometimes too. Okie doke, I'm out!
Hey hey Hey on June 25, 2007 9:00 pm
Wow its been a long time! I kind of got out of checking this place out everyday, and I miss it! Well I think in my last post I mentioned that I was moving to California, and I did! March 1st...for 2 WHOLE months! Haha, I ended up moving back to Kansas at the end of April! I was sooo freaking homesick and as far as finding a job and what not...it just wasn't working. So I packed up my little saturn again, this time with my boyfriend and came back to Oz land. :) We've been staying with my mom, and are moving out in August! I'm excited, and so so happy to be home!
I'm down to 162 pounds, my weight loss has really slowed down. I think I've lost maybe 6 pounds in the last 2 months? Oh well, its still coming off so I'm happy with that. Really only 12 pounds until my surgeons goal weight. I couldn't really decide how much I wanted to weigh...I just wanted to feel good. And right about now, I'm feeling pretty damn good!
I've joined a softball team with my work, I've been riding bike, and going to the pool and swimming laps. I've never been this active in my life, and I would have never even tried before. I feel soo good!
Beginning Weight: 268
Beginning Pant Size: 22W
Beginning Shirt Size: 2X or 20W
Weight now: 162 pounds
Pant Size: 11/12
Shirt Size: Large
wooohooo for weight loss surgery!
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Hey all! My name is Jessica, and I had open RNY on 07/11/06. I was 19 years old. My highest weight was 268 pounds and weighed 256 the day of my surgery. Where do I begin with my story?
I remember when I started my very first diet. I was 7 and weighed 120 pounds. I remember my mom was going to help me lose weight, but she wasn't allowed to let ANYONE know how much I weighed. I was ashamed and embarassed by it then. My sister found out, made fun of me, and embarssed me to no end. Then there are different I guess landmarks in my life that I went thru when I can distinctly remember how much I weighed and how old I was. In fourth grade I was up to 141 pounds and I was only 9. Then again in seventh grade I weighed 206. My weight has always been a huge part of my life. I think its so sad that I remember these things. I let my weight define who I was and the value I had as a person.
I tried dieting all thru my childhood and during my teenage years. The only real organized diet I did was weight watchers. All the other times I watched my calories and exercised. I would always start out so strong and do so well for two weeks, but then would always fall off track. I had absolutely no will power. That was my biggest downfall. But after I got off track it was always, "I'll start my new diet Monday." Unfortunetly the only thing that work for me was my junior year of high school I decided I just wouldn't eat. I had just turned 17 and was really getting into boys, but knew that no boy was going to like me weighing 250 pounds. So for four months I just didn't eat. And when I did it wasn't much. I remember getting satisfaction out of that hungry feeling. It made me feel like I was finally getting control of my body. I got down to 217 pounds and then met my now ex-boyfriend. He loved me for me and didn't care what i looked like, so slowly I started eating more again. I honestly don't think i could ever be anorexic. Once I had somebody's approval for the way I looked, I turned around and went right back to food.
And then I just ballooned up to 268 pounds.
I started researching weight loss surgery in April of 2006 I believe. I went to a informational meeting with LivLite and met the surgeon and just learned more about the surgery. After I let I KNEW this was what I needed to do for myself. I needed to get my weight under control. I submitted my papers to LivLite and they contacted my insurance company. Within a week I was approved. They made it SOO easy! I was kind of suprised I was approved so quickly because I didn't have any problems really related to my weight. I had border line high blood pressure, but nothing really yet. I was so realived to find out they approved me! I met with the nutrisionist and my surgeon, and I got the date of July 11, 2006. I only had to wait one month to have surgery! The time flew by and the next thing I knew, I was being wheeled in for surgery.
I remember waking up in ICU thinking to myself, what did I just do to myself? I was so out of it and in so much pain. When I finally came too (and quit making passes at the nurses...that was embarassing!) I just remember not being able to move or to even breathe. I was hooked up to everything and its mother and it took me awhile to grasp everything that had happened in the previous 4 hours. The sweet nurses wrapped me in a brace to hold my insides in and then made me walk. I probably looked like death walking, I knew I felt like it. I went in for surgery on a Tuesday morning, and they released me out of the hospital that Saturday afternoon. I was out of work for 4 weeks, and I got to stay with my momma that whole time! She and my sister took sooo good care of me! I don't know what I'd do without them.
Well there you have it...I think...