What is New, Its Friday October 23, 2009
Hi everyone,
Nothing new here. Going to clean and go shopping today.
Carla, it was a nice thing to do. I bet the man appreciated a good warm meal.
We all should do more like that.
Margo, how scary. I am glad it didn't blossom into a raging fire. My husband did something similar once. He put on a pan of oil to cook french fries and went up to play his drums forgetting about it. It caught fire and I was out and came in to find it. He wore headphones and never heard the fire detecor going off. The dog kept going in the drum room and he had no idea why.. Duh... she was trying to tell him he was getting ready to burn down the house. I carried the pot out the back door, with the onlooking neighbors...lol How embarrasing. Thank god in your case and in mine we only lost a pot. I hope you can get the smoke smell out of everything.
Well I am off to drink my coffee and clean up the house ..
Take care everyone...
Mary G
Nothing new here. Going to clean and go shopping today.
Carla, it was a nice thing to do. I bet the man appreciated a good warm meal.
We all should do more like that.
Margo, how scary. I am glad it didn't blossom into a raging fire. My husband did something similar once. He put on a pan of oil to cook french fries and went up to play his drums forgetting about it. It caught fire and I was out and came in to find it. He wore headphones and never heard the fire detecor going off. The dog kept going in the drum room and he had no idea why.. Duh... she was trying to tell him he was getting ready to burn down the house. I carried the pot out the back door, with the onlooking neighbors...lol How embarrasing. Thank god in your case and in mine we only lost a pot. I hope you can get the smoke smell out of everything.
Well I am off to drink my coffee and clean up the house ..
Take care everyone...
Mary G
Mary
I am on my way. What a ride it has been.
http://www.obesityhelp.com/group/Sharing
I am on my way. What a ride it has been.
http://www.obesityhelp.com/group/Sharing
Good morning all, if you can say all this rain is good. I have not had the inclination to post on this site before, but try to visit once ever day. When I saw Carla talk of taking life for granted, I had to reply.
I am 66 years old, live in western Ky, and had a BMI of 43. My wife passed away 5 years ago, and I have been stagnate ever since.
I have 8 grandchildren, but they don't seem to come around as much since their grandmother is not here. Thinking back to 2 months ago, I don't think I cared if I lived or died.
Now, I am 7 weeks out of a VSG and I believe I now have something to live for. I have lost over 50 lbs and I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.
After my wife died, I got a job driving a big truck. The money was good, but I was always away from home, even if there was nothing here for me, I didn't like it. I knew that someday my daughter would receive a phone call from some truck stop telling her there was some fat man in a truck there, that had passed away. I didn't want that to happen, so I quit.
That was over a year ago, and I quickly found out I had no reason to get out of bed. There was no purpose to life. If you think back to a year ago there was a campaign for president of the good old US of A. John McCain was a candidate. When I listened to the stories of his life, what impressed me the most, was that he and his wife (both very rich) had adopted a learning disabled child. I thought that was great , but 'he is no better than me'.
I went down to the agency that took care of foster children and asked if a single, over weight, 65 year old diabetic could be a foster parent. They said SURE.
I had to go to 6 weeks of training, have intensive back ground checks by the FBI, finger printing, and the whole nine yards. They said it could take up to 4 months.
That was 13 months ago. No word.
I saw an info-mercial on TV about weight loss surgery, and I got interested. I watched and got very interested. I went to my first seminar for a lap band and started to get my paper work together. They made the mistake of telling me of this web site.
After reading just about all the the posts here, I knew the lap band was not for me. I decided on the VSG but insurance would not go for it.
The hardest decision I made in my life was to take about all of my life savings and go to Mexico. I did and my surgery date was 9-8-9. The Friday before I was to fly out I received a call from the foster parent people, telling me I had been approved. I told them I was going on vacation and would be back in a week.
Went to Mexico, had the operation, did well and felt great, came home, called them, told them I was ready, and they told me they had 7 foster homes that were sitting empty. It could be a while.
Last Wednesday, I got a call at 3:30 telling me they had a 10 year old boy that I needed to pick up by 4:30. I was there, and I am getting along with him fabulously.
I have purpose in life (getting up at 6 am sucks). Seeing to his needs, getting him ready for school, cooking for him, taking phone calls from school is all new to me. With my 4 children, my wife took care of these thing.
Isn't life wonderful? Go ahead and ask me if I now take life for granted. I now know the joy John McCain has with his adopted child.
I have another bedroom with bunk beds and a roll away bed in the closet. Come on life, I am ready for you.
Thanks for letting me ramble on. I post a lot on VSG forum, but this is the only time I have spoken on my child.
I am grateful for life.....John
I am 66 years old, live in western Ky, and had a BMI of 43. My wife passed away 5 years ago, and I have been stagnate ever since.
I have 8 grandchildren, but they don't seem to come around as much since their grandmother is not here. Thinking back to 2 months ago, I don't think I cared if I lived or died.
Now, I am 7 weeks out of a VSG and I believe I now have something to live for. I have lost over 50 lbs and I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.
After my wife died, I got a job driving a big truck. The money was good, but I was always away from home, even if there was nothing here for me, I didn't like it. I knew that someday my daughter would receive a phone call from some truck stop telling her there was some fat man in a truck there, that had passed away. I didn't want that to happen, so I quit.
That was over a year ago, and I quickly found out I had no reason to get out of bed. There was no purpose to life. If you think back to a year ago there was a campaign for president of the good old US of A. John McCain was a candidate. When I listened to the stories of his life, what impressed me the most, was that he and his wife (both very rich) had adopted a learning disabled child. I thought that was great , but 'he is no better than me'.
I went down to the agency that took care of foster children and asked if a single, over weight, 65 year old diabetic could be a foster parent. They said SURE.
I had to go to 6 weeks of training, have intensive back ground checks by the FBI, finger printing, and the whole nine yards. They said it could take up to 4 months.
That was 13 months ago. No word.
I saw an info-mercial on TV about weight loss surgery, and I got interested. I watched and got very interested. I went to my first seminar for a lap band and started to get my paper work together. They made the mistake of telling me of this web site.
After reading just about all the the posts here, I knew the lap band was not for me. I decided on the VSG but insurance would not go for it.
The hardest decision I made in my life was to take about all of my life savings and go to Mexico. I did and my surgery date was 9-8-9. The Friday before I was to fly out I received a call from the foster parent people, telling me I had been approved. I told them I was going on vacation and would be back in a week.
Went to Mexico, had the operation, did well and felt great, came home, called them, told them I was ready, and they told me they had 7 foster homes that were sitting empty. It could be a while.
Last Wednesday, I got a call at 3:30 telling me they had a 10 year old boy that I needed to pick up by 4:30. I was there, and I am getting along with him fabulously.
I have purpose in life (getting up at 6 am sucks). Seeing to his needs, getting him ready for school, cooking for him, taking phone calls from school is all new to me. With my 4 children, my wife took care of these thing.
Isn't life wonderful? Go ahead and ask me if I now take life for granted. I now know the joy John McCain has with his adopted child.
I have another bedroom with bunk beds and a roll away bed in the closet. Come on life, I am ready for you.
Thanks for letting me ramble on. I post a lot on VSG forum, but this is the only time I have spoken on my child.
I am grateful for life.....John
Don't blame me. I voted for Sarah......
I applaud you John for taking control of your life....I can speak from experience about being alone....have been a widow for 9 yrs now. I have thought about an exchange student....our community has quite a few every year.....I work part time so a foster child is pretty much a no go.
Life after WLS is absolutely the best and can only get better for you.
I no longer have diabetes or high blood pressure and feel like a 50 yr old. I can do my yard work now, be active and enjoying life.
Best wishes to you and come post on this board when you can....we welcome you (we don't get many guys!!!).
Pat R.
Life after WLS is absolutely the best and can only get better for you.
I no longer have diabetes or high blood pressure and feel like a 50 yr old. I can do my yard work now, be active and enjoying life.
Best wishes to you and come post on this board when you can....we welcome you (we don't get many guys!!!).
Pat R.
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What a wonderful story! Good luck to you and to your "foster child" Your story certainly speaks volumes on ways to make life begin again anytime we chose to! Wishing you many years of healthier and hopefully happier years ahead!
By the way, this is a great forum!
Laureen
By the way, this is a great forum!
Laureen
My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
"Success is a journey, not a destination." Ben Sweetland
I am so glad that you posted today. I think what you have done is great. Good for you and the child. He is a lucky kid. You are an inspiration. Please continue to post so that we know how you are doing with your new healthy life and that of a foster parent. Now that you have started your story, I long to hear more.
Way to go John!!
You indeed are a hero!
May I also suggest to you to consider volunteering if you have a lot of time during the day while your son is at school?
Staying busy and feeling needed is a plus for all of us.
Keep posting! I loved hearing what you said! I had a big smile on my face when I finished reading your post.
You indeed are a hero!
May I also suggest to you to consider volunteering if you have a lot of time during the day while your son is at school?
Staying busy and feeling needed is a plus for all of us.
Keep posting! I loved hearing what you said! I had a big smile on my face when I finished reading your post.
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