I am approximately five pounds above my very lowest post op weight, which I saw one year post op before I got pregnant and right before I bounced up to 175 lbs. I will say this, my lower weight looks different the second time around. That first low-weight crash post surgery looks like death-warmed over. I look healthier now, and I think it's honestly because I eat food now and haven't had a massive weight loss like in 2004.
People have asked me "What are you doing differently now?"
Food journaling and keeping myself aware of the calories I take in. I don't journal everyday, but I DO journal.
I stopped using soy milk, and swapped to unsweetened almond milk in my coffee and for whatever other "milk" uses I have. I don't use dairy milk at all.
I quit my Starbucks habit pretty much altogether. I get an iced coffee or cappuccino if someone else takes ME out for coffee, but it's rare, and definitely less than once a week. Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, once a week.
No crackers. If I must, one serving, with protein.
No potato chips, etc.
No candy, only super dark 70%+ chocolate if I must have something. One serving.
No protein bars, except to review them, unless I am REPLACING A MEAL with one.
No protein shakes, except to review them, unless I am REPLACING A MEAL with one.
This isn't "new" - but zero alcohol in my house. It's just a rule. If it's not here, I can't have it. It's just the rule.
If there's one thing I have learned this year - it's that I can't graze without noting. I can't just nibble all day long and expect that I won't see gains, because I do. I gain very fast on relatively low calories.
I have also learned that giving up things I can't control - stressors - outside influences - people, even - helps. I started losing the weight as soon as I made this connection.
Look at my weight loss timeline. Look at the dates.
Now look at my regain photos from the last year - same timing.
Seems easy enough, right?
Let. it. go.
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.” ― C. JoyBell C.
People CAN be TOXIC to your HEALTH. Let. them. go.
(*Not the ones in this photo. LOL. But, I am also 25 lbs lighter SINCE these photos and the timeline. It's a visual.)
When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite she let me keep doing it
not really a big deal
one day before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree and bruised the right side of my body
I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principal’s office from there I was sent to another small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie as far as I was concerned life was pretty good I told her “whenever I’m sad my grandmother gives me karate chops”
this led to a full scale investigation and I was removed from the house for three days until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school and I earned my first nickname
to this day I hate pork chops
I’m not the only kid who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us that we’d be lonely forever that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed so broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away that there’s no way for it to metastasize
she was eight years old our first day of grade three when she got called ugly we both got moved to the back of the class so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls but the school halls were a battleground where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse outside we’d have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there in grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read beware of dog
to this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half of her face kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they’ll never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word mom because they see her heart before they see her skin that she’s only ever always been amazing
he was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree adopted but not because his parents opted for a different destiny he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy started therapy in 8th grade had a personality made up of tests and pills lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal a tidal wave of anti depressants and an adolescence of being called popper one part because of the pills and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty he tried to kill himself in grade ten when a kid who still had his mom and dad had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
to this day he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before it’s about to fall and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way to this day kids are still being called names the classics were hey stupid hey spaz seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year and if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear do they make a sound? are they just the background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all of these were miles ahead of who we were we were freaks lobster claw boys and bearded ladies oddities juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal but at night while the others slept we kept walking the tightrope it was practice and yeah some of us fell
but I want to tell them that all of this shit is just debris leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror look a little closer stare a little longer because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it “they were wrong” because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it you have to believe that they were wrong
they have to be wrong
why else would we still be here? we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them we stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway and if in some way we are don’t worry we only got out to walk and get gas we are graduating members from the class of fuck off we made it not the faded echoes of voices crying out names will never hurt me
of course they did
but our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.
"No freedom until we're equal, damn right I support it."
We press play, don't press pause Progress, march on With the veil over our eyes We turn our back on the cause Till the day that my uncles can be united by law When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all But it's a damn good place to start No law is gonna change us We have to change us Whatever God you believe in We come from the same one Strip away the fear Underneath it's all the same love About time that we raised up
I watched ABC's 20/20 on Friday night as I typically do, and I was half-inspired, refreshed to push forward in my own journey as I continue to press on nearing nine years post gastric bypass surgery and ever so slightly PISSED OFF. Why? Read that cover again. "No SURGERY - No GIMMICKS!"
People Magazine does this every year, much to the chagrin to every surgically altered bariatric patient in the blog-o-sphere. ABC. People Magazine. The show and the magazine, both -- FULL OF GIMMICKS, and quite possibly more than one surgery. "No SURGERY - No GIMMICKS!"
Except when they're touting Beachbody, "lost the weight Atkins" AND a gastric bypass?
Why is it celebrated to Lose Weight With Diet Plans like "Beachbody, Visalus and Atkins" (All three were referred to in the program to at one point in the program ... were they sponsors? Hello, RUBY GETTINGER IS HAWKING the 90-DAY VISALUS CHALLENGE?!?!) but life-saving bariatric
surgery or weight loss surgery --- is shunned in the same category? Diets fail. That's why they are so lucrative! You go ON a diet so that you can fail a diet so that you can get on a diet so that you can fail a diet so you can go on a diet. This is how people become morbidly obese and meet bariatric surgeons.
(Image from Roni's Weigh)
I get it. Diet companies pay to be on the show and in the magazine.
However, those living with morbid obesity also need to see the opportunity for success, and showing them the success of those who have succeeded with bariatric surgery is not something to be ashamed of. Clearly SHAME made the woman in the article hide.
It's time to stop calling weight loss surgery a quick-fix, a gimmick or a cheat and give it the respect and attention it deserves. The individuals who most benefit from having a bariatric procedure can be exposed to it's benefits instead of a constant barrage of useless diet advertisements.
WLS is the ONLY "diet" that has allowed myself, my husband, my mother in law and my sister in law to live within normal weight ranges for the last 7-9 years. What say you about your diet?
Complex partial seizures might arise from any lobe of the brain. Complex partial seizures most commonly arise from the mesialtemporal lobe, particularly the amygdala, hippocampus, and neocortical regions. A common associated brain abnormality is mesial temporal sclerosis. Mesial temporal sclerosis is a specific pattern of hippocampal neuronal loss accompanied by hippocampal gliosis and atrophy. Complex partial seizures occur when excessive and synchronous electrical brain activity causes impaired awareness and responsiveness. The abnormal electrical activity might spread to the rest of the brain and cause a secondary generalized tonic–clonic seizure.
This morning I was sitting here with Bob and Tristan after the big kids had gone off to school, and we were talking about Christmas presents.
I remember stating out loud, "Not today, brain." This statement is obviously part of a pre-seizure aura, and comes very frequently.
A few minutes later, I seized. My husband and youngest daughter saw, and my husband grabbed my phone and video-taped what happened mid-way through, caught the END and uploaded it to my Facebook page, unknown to me. I apparently just got up after this, walked away and laid down on my couch.
I suppose, after seeing the 86+ 42 comments to this video on Facebook (that I didn't know I uploaded, beacuse Mr. did it, because I have NO MEMORY OF THE EVENT... because I NEVER DO...) it's caused a reaction.
I guess you could say I am surprised by the feedback from the internet.
I appreciate and understand the safety concerns, as I would be equally concerned, and perhaps maybe now my concerns make more sense to you? I live in this body. I have lived in this body with seizures since at least ... 2006. I know many of you have always understood it -- but many don't.
I have been sharing posts, snippets, videos and updates about living with epilepsy for more than five...six... years, and I have had people complain, some unsubscribe, some ask me not to discuss it, some suggest that I have Munchausen's disorder, and that I "fake" it, or receiving comments along the lines of...
"OMG I AM SO SORRY for YOU HOW CAN YOU LIIIIVE THAT WAYYYYY I would just DIIIIEEEEE," I don't really respond well. "OMG, I cannot IMAGINE not being able to...." "You're getting WORSE, you know!" "How are you NOT 300 pounds again? I would just EAT MYSELF to DEATH!"
And, it goes on. I get some seriously shit comments sometimes.
Yeah. I have seizures. I. have. them. all. the. time. So what? I have polymicrogyria. I am considering brain surgery. It is likely that I have a lot more seizures than we know about. It seems like I only notice them when there's an adult home.
I figured that particular pattern out on the last three days the Adult Was Home.
I suppose now you understand why I don't take well to those making light of the disease -- it's not something you can "get over." I can't medicate it and go about my day, though I try, the medication makes me a bit uh... where were we?
I have zero short-term memory left, which is likely a permanent neurological condition.
I cannot work, I have been denied disability twice, and I continue to appeal.
Beth Sheldon-Badore Honored with the Obesity Action Coalition’s
“OAC Advocate of the Year” Award
resident Beth Sheldon-Badore was honored with the Obesity Action
Coalition’s (OAC) “OAC Advocate of the Year” award during the OAC’s Your Weight Matters Inaugural Convention in Dallas.
a longtime OAC member, Beth has been instrumental in leading the
obesity advocacy fight on both National and state advocacy issues.
has been a key asset to the OAC this year in her advocacy efforts.
Advocating for the OAC is a tireless effort and Beth exemplified the
true meaning of ‘advocate’ in every sense of the word,” said Joe
Nadglowski, OAC President and CEO.
About the OAC
OAC is a National nonprofit charity dedicated to helping individuals
affected by obesity. The OAC was formed to bring together individuals
struggling with weight issues and provide educational resources and
advocacy tools. For more information on the OAC, please visit www.obesityaction.org.
About the Your Weight Matters Convention
The Your Weight Matters
Convention is a national convention focused on providing individuals
with quality, evidenced-based education on weight and its impact on
health. For more information on the Convention, please visit, www.YWMConvention.com.