Diva
11-28-2007, 06:17 PM
Hi,
I took a break from B2G, this community sure has grown and it made me a little nervous. I'm a very private person and it's difficult for me to really open up.
Anyway, I was banded in August 2006. It was supposed to be a new beginning. I'm pretty controlling and I was determined. DH had a great job with great insurance which paid for the surgery no problem at all. The surgery went great. I was going to lose 100 pounds in year, I was going to succeed! But then all hell broke loose.
There is a yiddish saying translated roughly means "Man plans and God laughs". Yep.
Long story short-DH gets downsized and is unemployed, MIL gets seriously ill and cannot live alone-my job is just ok with virtually no benefits. We lose DH fabulous insurance package. We need to find a new home, move our stuff, my MIL's stuff from her old house, find a new house and move everything all in about a month while MIL is in hospital and rehab. Meanwhile, my Mom is gravely ill in another state.
I have never in my adult life had no insurance. DH has health problems and this is very scary. And no insurance = no fill. We are going slightly crazy with worry about the 2 Moms. jobs and our own health. Good times Good times:ohwell:
So we make the move, my Mom has continued to have health issues hundres of miles away from me and DH started a small biz while still looking.
I find out I can eat. No restriction. So I start eating and dieting and eating and dieting and eating and dieting. Can't afford to go out much but we can afford pasta. We have summer guest so we get to eat out with them. Blah Blah Bla
Out of the lousy crappy 50 pounds I lost I gain back 20 or more. Oh I am ever so proud of myself. I need to get right back on B2G and tell everyone what a fabulous bandster I turned out to be.
Then, I get my dream job. I started about a month ago. And we have fantastic insurance again! So I am making my fill appointment and will get the whole gig barium swallow and all.
And so we begin again. And this time I made my goal 150 not 135. Reality is as reality does.
Wish me luck and keep my Mom in your prayers.:nod:
I took a break from B2G, this community sure has grown and it made me a little nervous. I'm a very private person and it's difficult for me to really open up.
Anyway, I was banded in August 2006. It was supposed to be a new beginning. I'm pretty controlling and I was determined. DH had a great job with great insurance which paid for the surgery no problem at all. The surgery went great. I was going to lose 100 pounds in year, I was going to succeed! But then all hell broke loose.
There is a yiddish saying translated roughly means "Man plans and God laughs". Yep.
Long story short-DH gets downsized and is unemployed, MIL gets seriously ill and cannot live alone-my job is just ok with virtually no benefits. We lose DH fabulous insurance package. We need to find a new home, move our stuff, my MIL's stuff from her old house, find a new house and move everything all in about a month while MIL is in hospital and rehab. Meanwhile, my Mom is gravely ill in another state.
I have never in my adult life had no insurance. DH has health problems and this is very scary. And no insurance = no fill. We are going slightly crazy with worry about the 2 Moms. jobs and our own health. Good times Good times:ohwell:
So we make the move, my Mom has continued to have health issues hundres of miles away from me and DH started a small biz while still looking.
I find out I can eat. No restriction. So I start eating and dieting and eating and dieting and eating and dieting. Can't afford to go out much but we can afford pasta. We have summer guest so we get to eat out with them. Blah Blah Bla
Out of the lousy crappy 50 pounds I lost I gain back 20 or more. Oh I am ever so proud of myself. I need to get right back on B2G and tell everyone what a fabulous bandster I turned out to be.
Then, I get my dream job. I started about a month ago. And we have fantastic insurance again! So I am making my fill appointment and will get the whole gig barium swallow and all.
And so we begin again. And this time I made my goal 150 not 135. Reality is as reality does.
Wish me luck and keep my Mom in your prayers.:nod: