I really wish that I had taken the "Jones route" also. I just kept thinkin though that if someone in my family had the surgery I would want to know, so I could be supportive. So silly me I let both my family and hubby's family know about it. I love them all but am tired of being watched and the only topic of conversation. Sometimes it is hard enough "being good" without having to be constatnly reminded and watched !

I haven't seen my family since last Christmas....so it's been almost a year. They have no idea that I've lost this much weight....I will be their science experiement. The hardest thing is I'm not sure I'm going to tell them I had WLS. So whatever I tell them I did, they will try it. mmmmmmmm I think i'll tell a certain member of my family who I don't like too much that I lost weight through electro shock therapy.....

That's the plan. Keep up the good work. Doug.

No I have also been told that so You must know 5% and I must have friends that Know the other 5%. Doug.

Ugh I know about holiday pressure, the cakes and cookies and such. I usually allow myself one taste of something...otherwise i feel deprived...but sweets have never been a real weakness for me as an adult....but the appitizers ....I have to run!!! I went to a party the other week, and sat in front of a bowl of cool ranch doritios. Now i've had them since surgery, usually in the 100 calorie snack packs. But i was eating these chips like there was no tommorrow. As for the changes.....I'm now misting up thinking about the fact that for 5 years I couldn't eat in certain places, go to certain movie theaters, couldn't fly (i would never have gone on a plane knowing I had to get 2 seats)......just the fact that in 9 months after surgery that reality is gone....is so weird. The one good thing about this forum is that we've all had surgery around the same time, and many of us are hitting the same struggles at similar times. I just found out today, that I'm probably going to see my family the day after thanksgiving instead of christmas ......AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (runs out of the room screaming). Scott