Finally took the time to figure it out.
I posted a couple of pictures on my page. These were all taken in March of 2007 at Huntington Beach/Anaheim California. I helped drive our HS marching band kids out there for a trip to Disneyland. I have no idea what I weighed at this time, but I'm pretty sure I weighed about the same as I did 6 months later when I went to see the bariatric surgeon for my first pre-op consult. Which was 455 lbs.
I offer these up to any guys who might be on the fence about WLS. I like to tell people that I felt good before the surgery cause that's the way I remember it. But looking at these pics, I can't imagine that I felt very good. In fact, I felt so damned good that on my first and only trip to SoCal I parked a bus in the parking lot at Disneyland and caught the shuttle back to the hotel to lay in bed and watch TV all day, rather than do the park thing. I then caught the shuttle back prior to closing time in order to haul the kids back to the hotel. I'm pretty sure I told myself that it was due to my age that I had no interest in walking the park and enjoying the kids. I'm pretty sure that was bull****
You older post-op guys might appreciate looking at the misery we've all escaped.
The free man owns himself. He can damage himself with either eating or drinking....... If he does he is certainly a damn fool, and he might possibly be a damned soul; but if he may not, he is not a free man any more than a dog.
Keep it up Bro! (or down I should say in reference to your scales) I have a picture of me from our trip to Las Vegas this past February. I am standing leaning on a the back of a chair at a sit down slot machine with about a two inch spot of sweat coming through shirt I had on. I show it to people and ask them "Does this guy look like he's having a good time?" The answer is always "no". I keep it on the kitchen cabinet where I have my vitamins etc at. It's my reminder of why I'm doing what I'm doing.
Never, and I mean NEVER, trust a fart!!
Thanks for the pics, Jfish. Damn if the same thing didn't happen to me when I took the family out to Disneyland in 2004. Couldn't walk much and certainly couldn't ride any of the good rides so the wife ended up doing the park with the kids while I either sat on a bench or stayed back at the hotel. I remember feeling like a total frickin failure. Boner