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I had the DS on 12/12/16.  I would love to win the prizes offered because I drink protein drinks daily and they are expensive!  LOL  I think it would help me in my weight eviction process.  So far I've evicted 64 pounds.  I have about 100 to go.  Thanks!

I am slightly psyched--my pre-op visit is tomorrow with my surgery scheduled for Monday.  I have so many things to do and so little time to do them.  First on my agenda, making my daughter's skirt for her Christmas program.  Sequined bright red material to go with her blousy white top and black corset belt.  She has thigh high Christmas striped socks and black patent leather Mary Jane's to complete her outfit.  (She's quite the Fashionista--Project Runway is her favorite show and she's constantly coming up with ideas for what she wants me to make her.  She's only 9, but she knows exactly what she wants.  LOL)  I still have to pack, wrap as many presents as I can, clean house, make arrangements for my chickens and dog, and mentally prepare myself for this life changing event.  My husband is nervous, my daughter is nervous, and my cat has decided that he's taking over my side of the bed.  I hope he's not too disappointed when I come home.  

My surgery date is 12/12/16!!!!!!  So excited!!!!!

I was notified today that I will be notified next week with my surgery date.  LOL  I'm ready.

Today is a very boring day.  I'm all caught up at work and I have exhausted my stack of all the things I put off to do "later."  After about an hour of looking for things to do, I caught myself listening to gossip--something I try not to do.  Then I saw it--the pizza everyone but me had for lunch.  It's one of my faves--meat lovers from pizza hut.  It's there, calling me.  It needs me to eat a slice.  It wants me to eat a slice for old times sake.  Do you realize how hard it is to not eat it?  I could very easily rationalize it out--I haven't had my surgery yet and surely one slice couldn't hurt that much.  I walked away, slowly, very slowly.  I chose not to eat the pizza.  It's still there, screaming at me.  I've betrayed the pizza gods and they are not happy.  If there is a natural disaster in the Littlefield, TX area, it's my fault.  

I have a question for some of you long-time losers.  What, if anything, do you wish you knew before you had your surgery?  

I have a dilemma that I don't know how to fix.  I have been trying to prepare Bariatric friendly meals so that once I have my surgery, I have practice and can make meals for my family that are bariatric friendly yet still good enough to serve to my family.  My main issue is my husband--he doesn't want to even try the bariatric meals.  He informed me that he still expects to eat things like fried chicken, carne guisada with tortillas, beans, and spanish rice, and he also wants comfort foods like ice cream, cookies, and candy kept in the house for him.  I tried to explain that once I have my surgery, it would be difficult for me to have those items in the house and also that he cannot reasonably expect me to prepare meals that I cannot eat.  I told him that eating the kinds of meals he is demanding is part of the reason why I need this surgery.  Plus, he could stand to lose a little weight--he's not obese by any means, but he is heavier than he should be.  He wants me to fix two meals--one for me and one for the rest of the family.  I'm frustrated and angry.  I work full-time and I get no help at home.  It's difficult enough to prepare one meal, much less two, with all the rest of the chores I do around the house--you know, cleaning, helping with homework, getting my daughter bathed and ready for bed,laundry, lunches packed for the next day, etc.  I have little to no personal time and I'm a little stressed about this situation.  My husband is a good man, he just doesn't understand the inconvenience for me.  He works long hours and wants his dinner when he gets home and he's not interested in anything that is "new" or "diet" food--I'll admit, I have spoiled him and will usually prepare anything he wants.  I just don't know what else to do--how do I get him to get it?

I live in Texas and last weekend was the tax free weekend for back to school.  I had to work that morning, but as soon as I got off, I went to the nearest large town (Lubbock, TX) to take advantage of the sales and tax break for my 9 year old daughter.  I hadn't eaten all day, so I went to one of our favorite restaurants for lunch.  I ordered the Chicken Fried Steak--virtually everyone does.  It's that good.  Yes, I know it's not the healthiest meal there, but I haven't eaten anything off a low-carb, low-fat diet in 4 months.  I can't even remember the last time we went to a restaurant, much less the last time I had that particular meal.  I was sitting there by myself when the waitress brought me my meal.  I asked her for a to go box and cut the meal in half so I could take half of it home to my husband.  The next thing I know, a hispanic 19-20 year old boy in a Texas Tech t-shirt came to my table and spewed all these negative comments about how fat and disgusting I am and how it's people like me that make insurance so high for people like him.  I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there while he spouted out his "wisdom" and hate.  He took great joy in publicly humiliating me just because I'm fat.  Not one person told him to sit down or intervened in any way--they just all watched the spectacle.  He left right before the waitress came back.  She apologized profusely, but it didn't make it any better.  She and another waiter made the kid and his friends leave--which made the kids angry.  I know that kids are stupid at times and sometimes act in inappropriate ways, but come on.  I was sitting alone, not bothering anyone, and I was singled out for my weight.  For the recordl--I am going to have the duodenal switch surgery soon. The financing is already in place, I'm just waiting on the doctor to set a date.  His office called and said that as soon as there is an opening on the surgical schedule, they will schedule my surgery.  I have been working for 2 years to get this surgery--I can't wait for it to happen.  I seriously doubt that I will ever go back to that restaurant or have that meal ever again.  Why do people think that just because you're fat, they can say or do anything they want to you?  I have never in my life ever treated anyone that way--I hope I never do.