Yet another non-scale victory!

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Dear Fellow Bandsters,

I've been keeping myself fairly busy the past few weeks. That may be

a bit of an understatement, as I have actually been about as busy as

a one-legged man in an a*s kickin' contest.

I started a new job about a month ago, returning to work 12 hour

shifts on an acute inpatient psychiatric unit- something that I

would not have been physically able to keep up with at the time I

had my lapband done in late July of this year. Love the work, love

the pay, REALLY hate having to be out of the house and on my way to

work before 6 am and not getting home until about 9 pm, but that's

the only drawback so far....

To return to the hospital setting, I had to go buy uniforms and

scrubs. Since the last time I worked in uniform was when my 20 year

old was a child, I had to break my " I'll just keep wearing the old

clothes I have stashed away until I reach my goal " plan, and had to

shop. I discovered that wearing scrubs is a LOT more fun now than it

was a couple of decades ago- great colors, cute prints, and so forth.

I asked the very helpful sales clerk where I could find the plus

sizes, and she looked at me, and said, " well, we consider plus sizes

to be 3x and up to 6x, you look like a 2 x, and they are in are

regular section. " Tried on the 2x, and yep, they even are a bit

loose.

HOT DAMN. It may have been a uniform shop, and not Lord and s

or Saks, but * I BOUGHT CLOTHES IN THE REGULAR SECTION OF THE STORE*.

For, I must add, the first time in almost 10 years. (Please don't

point out to me that a size 2X is still realllllllly a plus size- I

am riding the non-scale vistory wave of joy!)

I wore my pedometer to work, and discovered that my average daily

number of steps taken is 22,000. What this means is that I am

walking and working my way down to a size 1X I spend all day

running up and down stairs ( we are located just above the ER, and I

am constantly having to run down to assess a patient, drop off labs,

etc) and it occured to me that not ONCE have I even been out of

breath on the stairs, not to mention the fact that I have not had a

single episode of chest pain- which would have been guaranteed to

have occured 70 pounds ago.

Ok, next victory. Being Halloween and all, the staff lounge has been

LOADED with candy. Baskets and bags and buckets of chocolate, candy

corn and calorie-laden treats. I have been able to resist the

temptation, and skipped it all, and taped my preop photo on the

inside of my locker door to remind myself WHY I wasnt' being tempted

by a snickers bar. I opened my locker to grab something, and one of

my co-workers noticed the photo and asked " Who's that? " I

said, " well, that WAS me, in July " . She replied NO WAY, and dragged

in the rest of the shift crew to have them look at it, and they all

agreed that there was no way that that was ME, just a few months ago.

I very happily ate my lean cuisine lunch, tightened the drawstring

of my scrub pants, and went back to work.

When I finally got home, late that night, the last thing I did was

get on the scale just to double check. Yup, I have gone from 276

pounds in July to 211 pounds. 65 gone. Isn't life wonderful??????

[Guest guest]

I have wondered where you have been. Reading your post today was like picking up one of my favorite novels and reading a chapter from it. I swear, you really should work on having something published! People would PAY to read your writing! Congrats on the NSV. I know that made you feel so good. It is funny how these (the NSV's) are a hell of alot more fun than just watching numbers go down on the scale. Sure, watching the numbers decrease is a change for all of us so a certain amount of excitement accompanies that anyway but the NSV's are the creme' de la creme'! I'm curious. Did the shift people as how you have done this? And did you tell them? Jenni Currie <susan@...> wrote: Dear Fellow Bandsters,I've been keeping myself fairly busy the past few weeks. That may be a bit of an understatement, as I have actually been about as busy as a one-legged man in an a*s kickin' contest.I started a new job about a month ago, returning to work 12 hour shifts on an acute inpatient psychiatric unit- something that I would not have been physically able to keep up with at the time I had my lapband done in late July of this year. Love the work, love the pay, REALLY hate having to be out of the house and on my way to work before 6 am and not getting home until about 9 pm, but that's the

only drawback so far....To return to the hospital setting, I had to go buy uniforms and scrubs. Since the last time I worked in uniform was when my 20 year old was a child, I had to break my "I'll just keep wearing the old clothes I have stashed away until I reach my goal" plan, and had to shop. I discovered that wearing scrubs is a LOT more fun now than it was a couple of decades ago- great colors, cute prints, and so forth.I asked the very helpful sales clerk where I could find the plus sizes, and she looked at me, and said, "well, we consider plus sizes to be 3x and up to 6x, you look like a 2 x, and they are in are regular section." Tried on the 2x, and yep, they even are a bit loose. HOT DAMN. It may have been a uniform shop, and not Lord and s or Saks, but * I BOUGHT CLOTHES IN THE REGULAR SECTION OF THE STORE*.For, I must add, the first time in almost 10 years. (Please don't point out to me

that a size 2X is still realllllllly a plus size- I am riding the non-scale vistory wave of joy!)I wore my pedometer to work, and discovered that my average daily number of steps taken is 22,000. What this means is that I am walking and working my way down to a size 1X I spend all day running up and down stairs ( we are located just above the ER, and I am constantly having to run down to assess a patient, drop off labs, etc) and it occured to me that not ONCE have I even been out of breath on the stairs, not to mention the fact that I have not had a single episode of chest pain- which would have been guaranteed to have occured 70 pounds ago.Ok, next victory. Being Halloween and all, the staff lounge has been LOADED with candy. Baskets and bags and buckets of chocolate, candy corn and calorie-laden treats. I have been able to resist the temptation, and skipped it all, and taped my preop photo on the

inside of my locker door to remind myself WHY I wasnt' being tempted by a snickers bar. I opened my locker to grab something, and one of my co-workers noticed the photo and asked "Who's that?" I said, "well, that WAS me, in July". She replied NO WAY, and dragged in the rest of the shift crew to have them look at it, and they all agreed that there was no way that that was ME, just a few months ago.I very happily ate my lean cuisine lunch, tightened the drawstring of my scrub pants, and went back to work.When I finally got home, late that night, the last thing I did was get on the scale just to double check. Yup, I have gone from 276 pounds in July to 211 pounds. 65 gone. Isn't life wonderful??????

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>

> Dear Fellow Bandsters,

>

> I've been keeping myself fairly busy the past few weeks. That may

be

> a bit of an understatement, as I have actually been about as busy

as

> a one-legged man in an a*s kickin' contest.

>

> I started a new job about a month ago, returning to work 12 hour

> shifts on an acute inpatient psychiatric unit- something that I

> would not have been physically able to keep up with at the time I

> had my lapband done in late July of this year. Love the work, love

> the pay, REALLY hate having to be out of the house and on my way to

> work before 6 am and not getting home until about 9 pm, but that's

> the only drawback so far....

>

> To return to the hospital setting, I had to go buy uniforms and

> scrubs. Since the last time I worked in uniform was when my 20 year

> old was a child, I had to break my " I'll just keep wearing the old

> clothes I have stashed away until I reach my goal " plan, and had to

> shop. I discovered that wearing scrubs is a LOT more fun now than

it

> was a couple of decades ago- great colors, cute prints, and so

forth.

> I asked the very helpful sales clerk where I could find the plus

> sizes, and she looked at me, and said, " well, we consider plus

sizes

> to be 3x and up to 6x, you look like a 2 x, and they are in are

> regular section. " Tried on the 2x, and yep, they even are a bit

> loose.

>

> HOT DAMN. It may have been a uniform shop, and not Lord and s

> or Saks, but * I BOUGHT CLOTHES IN THE REGULAR SECTION OF THE

STORE*.

> For, I must add, the first time in almost 10 years. (Please

don't

> point out to me that a size 2X is still realllllllly a plus size- I

> am riding the non-scale vistory wave of joy!)

>

> I wore my pedometer to work, and discovered that my average daily

> number of steps taken is 22,000. What this means is that I am

> walking and working my way down to a size 1X I spend all day

> running up and down stairs ( we are located just above the ER, and

I

> am constantly having to run down to assess a patient, drop off

labs,

> etc) and it occured to me that not ONCE have I even been out of

> breath on the stairs, not to mention the fact that I have not had a

> single episode of chest pain- which would have been guaranteed to

> have occured 70 pounds ago.

>

>

> Ok, next victory. Being Halloween and all, the staff lounge has

been

> LOADED with candy. Baskets and bags and buckets of chocolate, candy

> corn and calorie-laden treats. I have been able to resist the

> temptation, and skipped it all, and taped my preop photo on the

> inside of my locker door to remind myself WHY I wasnt' being

tempted

> by a snickers bar. I opened my locker to grab something, and one

of

> my co-workers noticed the photo and asked " Who's that? " I

> said, " well, that WAS me, in July " . She replied NO WAY, and dragged

> in the rest of the shift crew to have them look at it, and they all

> agreed that there was no way that that was ME, just a few months

ago.

> I very happily ate my lean cuisine lunch, tightened the drawstring

> of my scrub pants, and went back to work.

>

> When I finally got home, late that night, the last thing I did was

> get on the scale just to double check. Yup, I have gone from 276

> pounds in July to 211 pounds. 65 gone. Isn't life wonderful??????

>

>

>

Hi ...great story! I was just VERY curious how you are dropping

your weight SOOOOOOOO quickly tho?????? If you had surgery in July

and you're 65lbs down, then that's only 3months+..WOW!! I had surgery

on July1st and I'm down just about 40...I can't even keep down foods

at the moment..I'm on those ensure drinks and a lil soup..I had my

first fill in Aug and it was a 1.4..well..WOW..to you once

again....yo go girl!

[Guest guest]

Dear Jenni,

Thanks for the kind words. YEs, my coworkers asked how I had managed

the significant weight loss in such a short period of time, and you

had better believe that not only did I explain about the lapbanding

procedure, I gave those who asked for it Dr. Aceves' website and

contact information and Nina's phone number

Nurses, in case you didn't know, are not terribly shy with one

another- or with anyone else, for that matter. When you spend your

work day asking patients what would be considered personal

questions, it becomes second nature. Keeping in mind that this staff

is made up of psychiatric nurses, and the questions that WE ask go

way beyond " did you move your bowels today " or " when was your last

menstrual period " and move into the realm of " when did you first

hear the voices telling you to kill yourself " , and " have you ever

been sexually molested " ? We tend to share pretty openly between

ourselves, as well.

Picture a very small little lounge, with lockers lining the walls, a

table with just enough space for staff to squeeze in for change of

shift report, and me in the corner, surrounded by coworkers trying

to feel my port " OOoooh....it's right there! " , examining how well

my incisions had healed,and quizzing me on my daily intake. One of

our psychiatrists walked in, looking for a quiet place to dictate

some reports, and just shook his head, turned around, and walked

right back out.

> Dear Fellow Bandsters,

>

> I've been keeping myself fairly busy the past few weeks. That may

be

> a bit of an understatement, as I have actually been about as busy

as

> a one-legged man in an a*s kickin' contest.

>

> I started a new job about a month ago, returning to work 12 hour

> shifts on an acute inpatient psychiatric unit- something that I

> would not have been physically able to keep up with at the time I

> had my lapband done in late July of this year. Love the work, love

> the pay, REALLY hate having to be out of the house and on my way

to

> work before 6 am and not getting home until about 9 pm, but that's

> the only drawback so far....

>

> To return to the hospital setting, I had to go buy uniforms and

> scrubs. Since the last time I worked in uniform was when my 20

year

> old was a child, I had to break my " I'll just keep wearing the old

> clothes I have stashed away until I reach my goal " plan, and had

to

> shop. I discovered that wearing scrubs is a LOT more fun now than

it

> was a couple of decades ago- great colors, cute prints, and so

forth.

> I asked the very helpful sales clerk where I could find the plus

> sizes, and she looked at me, and said, " well, we consider plus

sizes

> to be 3x and up to 6x, you look like a 2 x, and they are in are

> regular section. " Tried on the 2x, and yep, they even are a bit

> loose.

>

> HOT DAMN. It may have been a uniform shop, and not Lord and

s

> or Saks, but * I BOUGHT CLOTHES IN THE REGULAR SECTION OF THE

STORE*.

> For, I must add, the first time in almost 10 years. (Please don't

> point out to me that a size 2X is still realllllllly a plus size-

I

> am riding the non-scale vistory wave of joy!)

>

> I wore my pedometer to work, and discovered that my average daily

> number of steps taken is 22,000. What this means is that I am

> walking and working my way down to a size 1X I spend all day

> running up and down stairs ( we are located just above the ER, and

I

> am constantly having to run down to assess a patient, drop off

labs,

> etc) and it occured to me that not ONCE have I even been out of

> breath on the stairs, not to mention the fact that I have not had

a

> single episode of chest pain- which would have been guaranteed to

> have occured 70 pounds ago.

>

> Ok, next victory. Being Halloween and all, the staff lounge has

been

> LOADED with candy. Baskets and bags and buckets of chocolate,

candy

> corn and calorie-laden treats. I have been able to resist the

> temptation, and skipped it all, and taped my preop photo on the

> inside of my locker door to remind myself WHY I wasnt' being

tempted

> by a snickers bar. I opened my locker to grab something, and one

of

> my co-workers noticed the photo and asked " Who's that? " I

> said, " well, that WAS me, in July " . She replied NO WAY, and

dragged

> in the rest of the shift crew to have them look at it, and they

all

> agreed that there was no way that that was ME, just a few months

ago.

> I very happily ate my lean cuisine lunch, tightened the drawstring

> of my scrub pants, and went back to work.

>

> When I finally got home, late that night, the last thing I did was

> get on the scale just to double check. Yup, I have gone from 276

> pounds in July to 211 pounds. 65 gone. Isn't life wonderful??????

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> ---------------------------------

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>

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Oh Gosh, that is sooo funny. Thanks for the visual...

B

--- <susan@...> wrote:

> Dear Jenni,

>

> Thanks for the kind words. YEs, my coworkers asked

> how I had managed

> the significant weight loss in such a short period

> of time, and you

> had better believe that not only did I explain about

> the lapbanding

> procedure, I gave those who asked for it Dr. Aceves'

> website and

> contact information and Nina's phone number

>

> Nurses, in case you didn't know, are not terribly

> shy with one

> another- or with anyone else, for that matter. When

> you spend your

> work day asking patients what would be considered

> personal

> questions, it becomes second nature. Keeping in mind

> that this staff

> is made up of psychiatric nurses, and the questions

> that WE ask go

> way beyond " did you move your bowels today " or " when

> was your last

> menstrual period " and move into the realm of " when

> did you first

> hear the voices telling you to kill yourself " , and

> " have you ever

> been sexually molested " ? We tend to share pretty

> openly between

> ourselves, as well.

>

> Picture a very small little lounge, with lockers

> lining the walls, a

> table with just enough space for staff to squeeze in

> for change of

> shift report, and me in the corner, surrounded by

> coworkers trying

> to feel my port " OOoooh....it's right there! " ,

> examining how well

> my incisions had healed,and quizzing me on my daily

> intake. One of

> our psychiatrists walked in, looking for a quiet

> place to dictate

> some reports, and just shook his head, turned

> around, and walked

> right back out.

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> > Dear Fellow Bandsters,

> >

> > I've been keeping myself fairly busy the past few

> weeks. That may

> be

> > a bit of an understatement, as I have actually

> been about as busy

> as

> > a one-legged man in an a*s kickin' contest.

> >

> > I started a new job about a month ago, returning

> to work 12 hour

> > shifts on an acute inpatient psychiatric unit-

> something that I

> > would not have been physically able to keep up

> with at the time I

> > had my lapband done in late July of this year.

> Love the work, love

> > the pay, REALLY hate having to be out of the house

> and on my way

> to

> > work before 6 am and not getting home until about

> 9 pm, but that's

> > the only drawback so far....

> >

> > To return to the hospital setting, I had to go buy

> uniforms and

> > scrubs. Since the last time I worked in uniform

> was when my 20

> year

> > old was a child, I had to break my " I'll just keep

> wearing the old

> > clothes I have stashed away until I reach my goal "

> plan, and had

> to

> > shop. I discovered that wearing scrubs is a LOT

> more fun now than

> it

> > was a couple of decades ago- great colors, cute

> prints, and so

> forth.

> > I asked the very helpful sales clerk where I could

> find the plus

> > sizes, and she looked at me, and said, " well, we

> consider plus

> sizes

> > to be 3x and up to 6x, you look like a 2 x, and

> they are in are

> > regular section. " Tried on the 2x, and yep, they

> even are a bit

> > loose.

> >

> > HOT DAMN. It may have been a uniform shop, and not

> Lord and

> s

> > or Saks, but * I BOUGHT CLOTHES IN THE REGULAR

> SECTION OF THE

> STORE*.

> > For, I must add, the first time in almost 10

> years. (Please don't

> > point out to me that a size 2X is still

> realllllllly a plus size-

> I

> > am riding the non-scale vistory wave of joy!)

> >

> > I wore my pedometer to work, and discovered that

> my average daily

> > number of steps taken is 22,000. What this means

> is that I am

> > walking and working my way down to a size 1X I

> spend all day

> > running up and down stairs ( we are located just

> above the ER, and

> I

> > am constantly having to run down to assess a

> patient, drop off

> labs,

> > etc) and it occured to me that not ONCE have I

> even been out of

> > breath on the stairs, not to mention the fact that

> I have not had

> a

> > single episode of chest pain- which would have

> been guaranteed to

> > have occured 70 pounds ago.

> >

> > Ok, next victory. Being Halloween and all, the

> staff lounge has

> been

> > LOADED with candy. Baskets and bags and buckets of

> chocolate,

> candy

> > corn and calorie-laden treats. I have been able to

> resist the

> > temptation, and skipped it all, and taped my preop

> photo on the

> > inside of my locker door to remind myself WHY I

> wasnt' being

> tempted

> > by a snickers bar. I opened my locker to grab

> something, and one

> of

> > my co-workers noticed the photo and asked " Who's

> that? " I

> > said, " well, that WAS me, in July " . She replied NO

> WAY, and

> dragged

> > in the rest of the shift crew to have them look at

> it, and they

> all

> > agreed that there was no way that that was ME,

> just a few months

> ago.

> > I very happily ate my lean cuisine lunch,

> tightened the drawstring

> > of my scrub pants, and went back to work.

> >

> > When I finally got home, late that night, the last

> thing

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