The story of me.... a very short beginning.
is Monica M.
It's like a TV mini series where you got to wait till next week, always cutting off at the good part.
Orientation Jan 8 2012 Group Nut/Surgery Class Jan 23 2012
1st Surgeon Meeting Feb 2 2012 Dr. Glazer Feb 9 2012
Social Worker Feb 23 2012 Psych/Nut/Nurse Mar 8 2012
2nd Surgeon Meeting Mar 28 2012 Optifast April 18 2012
RNY Surgery May 9 2012
Now if I could only grow an ass.....
1st Surgeon Meeting Feb 2 2012 Dr. Glazer Feb 9 2012
Social Worker Feb 23 2012 Psych/Nut/Nurse Mar 8 2012
2nd Surgeon Meeting Mar 28 2012 Optifast April 18 2012
RNY Surgery May 9 2012
Now if I could only grow an ass..... 
It's a very emotional journey, writing it all down with mindfulness and accuracy.
So yeah, who shor JR?? LOL
So yeah, who shor JR?? LOL
Karen
Ontario Recipes Forum - http://www.obesityhelp.com/group/ontario_recipes/ 
For me, the social worker made me realize a lot about MY childhood.. it was pretty surreal to realize why I am the way I am. Also helped him understand why I no longer have contact with my parents. 
Hi Karen:
My first thought is wow we share some history.
I was not an adopted child so that is not a parallel but my mom was a struggling single parent in the 50's when there was very little 'support'. As she came from a depression era food was the one thing that you had to make last. In my childhood food was the bargaining tool and table manners etc. were so important. The protocol around food became so important in life and everything seemed to revolve around the do's and don'ts. My mother was stressed to say the least and I think her ability to care, love and feed myself and my three sisters was her pride.
So there was fallout of course. We were clean, fed, well mannered and obedient. Foodwise....not always variety but enjoyed. The treats were baking on Sundays so pies, cookies, fruit crumbles etc and also potato chips or ice cream were the special ones. So as life goes on those foods are the comforts that when all else fails, you can 'treat' yourself and the rest is history.
I have realized that I too have 'food issues" and have comforted myself with food and also alcohol and am now realizing that I have a choice and do make better choices but all those habits have resulted in a need for a surgical intervention. So do not feel alone...we all have a story about how we ended up here posting our innermost thoughts and experiences.
Take one day at a time and trust your intuition....
Nancy
My first thought is wow we share some history.
I was not an adopted child so that is not a parallel but my mom was a struggling single parent in the 50's when there was very little 'support'. As she came from a depression era food was the one thing that you had to make last. In my childhood food was the bargaining tool and table manners etc. were so important. The protocol around food became so important in life and everything seemed to revolve around the do's and don'ts. My mother was stressed to say the least and I think her ability to care, love and feed myself and my three sisters was her pride.
So there was fallout of course. We were clean, fed, well mannered and obedient. Foodwise....not always variety but enjoyed. The treats were baking on Sundays so pies, cookies, fruit crumbles etc and also potato chips or ice cream were the special ones. So as life goes on those foods are the comforts that when all else fails, you can 'treat' yourself and the rest is history.
I have realized that I too have 'food issues" and have comforted myself with food and also alcohol and am now realizing that I have a choice and do make better choices but all those habits have resulted in a need for a surgical intervention. So do not feel alone...we all have a story about how we ended up here posting our innermost thoughts and experiences.
Take one day at a time and trust your intuition....
Nancy
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