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Yippee, Yahoo, our friend Robert is home and healthier! (Myra, Myra, come quick, we need a happy HAPPY dance and you do it the best.) Robert, dear friend, you’re the best. We do care about you indeed. I’m so glad you’re out of the situation and back where you’re the most comfortable. There’s no place like home, indeed. Now just keep getting healthier! YAY!!!
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roasted chestnuts on an open fire and quipped: Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming.
<snip of a very neat post! Hi Robert! I don’t know you, having not been around the group for quite awhile, but I am so glad you are doing better and that you "survived" your hospitalization. Hospitals are total booby-traps for low-carbers…I’m a nurse, so I know. If I had a dartboard, it would have the faces of the know-it-all dieticians at my hospital on it.
Looking forward to getting to know you in the coming weeks and months. Cheryl ~~~I’m what I am — no more, no less…sometimes a saint, sometimes a mess.~~~ (Mary Sullivan)
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Dear Robert. I’m so glad to see you are back and in good health. As the sister of a nurse in the hospital, I agree you can’t change their minds about foods. I’m glad you are back on the WOE now that you are released and I will be looking forward to seeing you shrink before our eyes. You will make it and live longer than you ever thought before. Hugs, and prayers off to you. — The original Serena 320/159/145 28W/10/6-8 http://y42.photos.yahoo.com/gweeble_1998 – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and consistently since, except when my vitals were taken just after I had blood drawn or my IV heparin lock changed. They think it stabilized due to the medication, but I know better. It makes sense to me. I will not take something that I feel is unnecessary. I have an office visit on Thursday with my PCP and know the focus will be on rescheduling
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Glad to hear you’re home. Hope things go smoothly on your road to recovery and getting back into the LC swing of things. Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the
If nothing else, we are a determined bunch. <G hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart
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Short note? This is a novella! And a darned good one too, makes for great reading. I’m glad you survived the onslaught of sugary non-satiating hospital foods and are back home, feeling better and getting back to basics. I look forward to reading more of your progress. Peace, Ezr
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Greetings My Friends, I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time.
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Robert, I’m glad you’re home! We’ve all been rooting for you! Glad you’re back home with us! suzi_cream_cheese
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Robert !!! I am SOOOOO glad you are home and doing better !! YAY !! Not to mention firmly in control of your own food choices once again. Yes, you were a total stranger to us but I do believe we’ve officially "adopted" you as one of our own. ;-) Here’s a big GIANT cyber {{{{{{HUG}}}}}} for ya . Keep the faith my man !! We know you can do it and each and every one of us here will support you 200% !! ConnieMS 244/163/145 http://pages.ivillage.com/alcon70/conniems/ ASDL-C Low Carb Shindig – Sept. 14-16, 2001 St. Louis, MO www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/stlouis.html To be added to the info/mailing list send your email addy to: Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg),
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ROBERT!! you are home much earlier than expected which either means you did very well, or you were such a pain in the butt they wanted you out of there. I have to say by all accounts you _are_ incredibly brave, intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful and all around great guy. Truly, And that is why this group cares about you the way we do. You also have a great talent for writing, and have given us the opportunity to really share a bit in your life – and thats something rather precious on the oh-so-anonymous internet! ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR POUNDS!! WHOO HOO, I don’t care how much is fluid, that is truly amazing. You are Amazing!! Welcome back!! — -Beth, Pseudo usenet cop BikeE FX, AT, RANS gliss and Trek R200 Anchorage, Alaska
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain
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amen. welcome back robert
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Robert !!! I am SOOOOO glad you are home and doing better !! YAY !! Not to mention firmly in control of your own food choices once again. Yes, you were a total stranger to us but I do believe we’ve officially "adopted" you as one of our own. ;-) Here’s a big GIANT cyber {{{{{{HUG}}}}}} for ya . Keep the faith my man !! We know you can do it and each and every one of us here will support you 200% !! ConnieMS 244/163/145 http://pages.ivillage.com/alcon70/conniems/ ASDL-C Low Carb Shindig – Sept. 14-16, 2001 St. Louis, MO www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/stlouis.html To be added to the info/mailing list send your email addy to: Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and
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I missed that first post, so I’m piggybacking! Robert, I’m so glad you’re home! Eat those veggies so your dicubitus spots will heal! As a country girl, I had sheep, horses, cows, etc. when I was in high school. I can remember carrying those 50 lb. feed sacks from the car to the barn. You have lost at least 2 feed sacks! LOL! Enjoy your walk, breath deep! It’s refreshing to be a part of your journey! I’ll have this baby in September, and can’t wait to begin my journey!!! Meanwhile, I’ll live vicariously through you and your successes! txmom — Pam – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – YIPPEE!!! Dancing around my computer and dog looking at me weirdly. I am soooo glad to hear that you’re OK. You do whatever you have to do to get well and get outta there. I’ll keep this short as I know a legion of folks are gonna write you. Warm virtual hugs, Simone
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Robert, Glad to hear you are back from the hospital and back in control of your diet. One thing to be aware of is that low carbing may change the way that your body reacts to certain antibiotics. I ended up having serious hypoglycemic symptoms while taking antibiotics on an ultra-low carb diet. My heart rate got very irregular and I kept almost passing out. Go online and double check the manufacturer’s detailed "don’t sue me" list of side effects for your drugs to see if they list modifications of blood sugar. This isn’t listed in the "for dummies" version of the drug information that pharmacists give you. If it lowers blood sugar, be careful lowering your carbs too much. Bactrim definitely sinks my blood sugar (and others with diabetes on the newsgroup reported similar problems.) Also, if your body needs to heal from the infection, you probably need more carbs than an ultralow diet will give you. If you are healing slowly, you might boost your carbs to a level that will allow for healing. Use high glycemic carbs, not junk food for this. Once you are healed and off the drugs you can dig in. You’ll still get a lot of benefit from cutting your carbs by any significant percentage–50% or 70%.
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Wahoo Robert! So good to hear from you. I sent a card today (to the hospital) but I am soooo glad you aren’t there. Eat some steak! TamH in VT PP 7/98 225/168/155 5′ 4.5" married 11 yrs, 1 daughter, 3 cats and a Basset Hound Self employed gift/craft store owner (velvetmoose.com)
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Robert !!! I am SOOOOO glad you are home and doing better !! YAY !! Here’s a big GIANT cyber {{{{{{HUG}}}}}} for ya . Keep the faith my man !! We know you can do it and each and every one of us here will support you 200% !!
couldn’t have put it better myself! — the diva
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Robert!!! Yer back! Yer alive! Yer lowcarbing for life, dude! :-) Seriously, your post made me cry….I’ve got people wandering around here asking about the lowcarb tortillas and I’m bawling and sniffling at the ‘puter. First things first, right? :-) SO glad to hear that you’re home and feeling so much better. By the by, you might look into tea tree oil for the leg sores. I had a brown recluse bite that every "expert" (ie doctors, doncha know) told me would have to be cauterized. 2 weeks of treating with teatree oil and I don’t even have a scar. So much for experts. :-) Anyway. take care of you and welcome home!!!!! Julee
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words fail me. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((zen hugs))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) allison aka psycho *sigh of relief* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and consistently since, except when my vitals were taken just after I had blood drawn or my IV heparin lock changed. They think it stabilized due to the medication, but I know better. It makes sense to me. I will not take something that I feel is unnecessary. I have an office visit on Thursday with my PCP and know the focus will be on rescheduling surgery in Rochester NY. It is not going to happen. I actually feel better today than I have in a few years. I’m not sure how long. I can now stand, walk, sit, lie down, drive, and can do, I’m sure, many other abilities I lost due to my leg weight. I am amazed at how much easier it is to do these things. I am at my lowest weight in
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Robert, you are INCREDIBLE! You are such an inspiration. I think I’ll hang on to a few of your post for a boost when I feel myself reaching for cereal! Thank you for keeping us up to date and thanks for being incredible YOU! -Bippy
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and consistently since, except when my vitals were taken just after I had blood drawn or my IV heparin lock changed. They think it stabilized due to the medication, but I know better. It makes sense to me. I will not take something that I feel is unnecessary. I have an office visit on Thursday with my PCP and know the focus will be on rescheduling surgery in Rochester NY. It is not going to happen. I actually feel
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Robert, buddy: What a pleasure to have you back! 104 pounds is freakin’ 104 pounds … you have every right to feel great about that! So good to see you’re doing well. We’re all pulling for you! — Bird 170/148/125 5′2" Info about the Lowcarb Get-together in St. Louis: http://www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/stlouis.html Join us September 14-16! Lowcarb Stories to Warm the Heart: http://www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/stories.html JOIN US on the Undernet #lowcarb Channel! http://www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/irc.html for info
| Greetings My Friends, | I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy | has been overwhelming….
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Robert, From a lurker who only posts occasionally but reads faithfully….thank God you are okay, home safe, and feeling so damn good. You are an inspiration to me, as you are to many here, I am sure. Welcome home. —
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Welcome home! You’re for sure in the hearts of many! ~cambria~ Out here in the sticks of Kentucky
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YIPPEE! So glad to hear of your escape from the clutches of the diet police. <g Did a happy dance around my computer and the dog looked at me weirdly. You are the real deal.
**Only ’cause *you* are, Robert; we here recognize quality when it emmanates from the screen and your posts are incandescent. I was simply reacting to fear.
**And the problem with that is?? Sometimes, fear can be a great catalyst if used properly. With some folks, it immobilizes them; you used it as a kick-start. campaign by the ‘learned ones’.
**They really do believe what they’re preaching. Alas, most of ‘em are only regurgitating what they’ve been taught and are not encouraged to think on their own. Sad, really. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair
** Well, that’s OK for now as rest and comfort are important. I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again.
**Knock the hopefully out of that sentence! It may not happen quickly, but with your determination and strength of spirit, I have no doubt you’ll be in that comfy bed. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast.
**Bet it tasted great, too! My weight at discharge was 543 lbs., for a total weight loss of 104 lbs. since June 26th.
**Great about the loss, but more important is how you feel. You seem to feel better and that’s the most crucial aspect of your recovery. Well, I’m going to stop writing now and take a walk outdoors, for the first time in over 2 years. It may be a short walk, but in many ways quite a milestone.
** Wow, that will feel great. I’ve mentioned my favorite Chinese proverb before on this group, but it seems to apply to you, so I’ll repeat it: The journey of a thousand leagues begins with the first step. Congratulations on that first step, Robert. Warm virtual hugs, Simone
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Robert, I’m so glad to hear that your home, in good health, and still in control. Your description of the hospital diet is frightening. I mean, I can (almost) understand that most nutritionists haven’t joined the 21st century yet — but I cannot fathom why they still push margerine over butter! I can only think of two reasons. First, they do NOT do any research on their own or attempt to find out what’s going on in current research. Second, none of the associations they belong to keep up with the research or, if they do, they do not distribute the results to their members. I mean, if WE can find out this stuff, surely they could… but, Noooo, they already "know" what’s healthy – they learned it in school from "experts" who "knew" what was healthy, so there’s no way they’re going to question it. Arrgggghhh….. I could go on and on and on. Anyway – in case you missed it, these two links were submitted lately and they’re very good: http://www.nursingceu.com/NCEU/courses/diet/ http://www.mercola.com/2001/jul/14/insulin.htm They should give you some "lite" reading
while you recover. I’m also glad to hear that you can walk a little now. Anything that will get you moving again will help. Maybe in a few weeks you will be able to get some light dumbells and do some curls or bench presses to get those arms moving as well. Keep up the status reports, I really look forward to them! -Adam Selene low-carb for LIFE
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YIPPEE!!! Dancing around my computer and dog looking at me weirdly. I am soooo glad to hear that you’re OK. You do whatever you have to do to get well and get outta there. I’ll keep this short as I know a legion of folks are gonna write you. Warm virtual hugs, Simone
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Welcome back, Robert!!! I’m so happy to hear that you’re doing well and are back at home. Sounds to me like you did what you had to do to endure the hospital stay. Bet the experience, and the resulting carb symptoms will serve as big motivators to continue with your low carb woe! Not that you need any – you seem to have embraced this woe completely. — Big hugs and lots of love! Nicole K. 263/189/150 .
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and consistently since, except when my vitals were taken just after I had blood drawn or my IV heparin lock changed. They think it stabilized due to the medication, but I know better. It makes sense to me. I will not take something that I feel is
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Robert !!! I am SOOOOO glad you are home and doing better !! YAY !! Not to mention firmly in control of your own food choices once again. Yes, you were a total stranger to us but I do believe we’ve officially "adopted" you as one of our own. ;-) Here’s a big GIANT cyber {{{{{{HUG}}}}}} for ya . Keep the faith my man !! We know you can do it and each and every one of us here will support you 200% !! ConnieMS 244/163/145 http://pages.ivillage.com/alcon70/conniems/ ASDL-C Low Carb Shindig – Sept. 14-16, 2001 St. Louis, MO www.jaxworld.com/lowcarb/stlouis.html To be added to the info/mailing list send your email addy to:
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and
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Greetings My Friends, I love you guys. The outpouring of support, condolence, and empathy has been overwhelming. I find it difficult to put into words how much I appreciate all of your efforts and kind words. To say I was a little awestruck when Myra and Connie tracked me down and called me at the hospital, would be an understatement, indeed. Mr. Lee Rodgers, you literally brought tears of joy to my eyes when I awoke and read the message attached the beautiful flowers you sent. It truly touched my heart to be on the receiving end of such a warm, unselfish, and sincere gesture of human compassion. As soon as I read your name at the end of the "get well wish", I wept with the comforting feeling that I must be Blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. When you all replied to my initial "newbie" post, many of you appeared to be very caring and compassionate folks, and I am SO grateful that my instincts were accurate. You are the real deal. I want you to know that your advice, discussions, rants, and scientific citings have had an impact on my life. I have no idea where I would be today had it not been for ASDLC. For the first time in several years, I feel that I do not have to concede to the fact that I WILL die prematurely as a direct result of being fat. I have been living with this "reality" for so long that I still cannot help thinking, sometimes, that this must be too good to be true and the doctors may be right with their surgery recommendations. When many of you congratulated and even praised me for being "courageous" when I told and showed all, I felt like it was undeserved. I still do not see how I showed courage. I was simply reacting to fear. I was scheduled for a surgical procedure that I knew was permanent, wrought with terrible possible side effects, and, seemingly, I was out of alternative options. When I came across the low carb WOE, and subsequently this group, I felt I had nothing to lose by posting those ‘revealing’ posts (yes, I know, except fat). You could call it a cry for help, but, nonetheless, my low carb journey began as a last ditch effort to avoid undergoing the surgery and, to be honest, with halfhearted confidence that it really would work. That belief, though, was short lived. As my innate desire to seek knowledge beaconed me to learn more of the science behind the theory, I quickly came to believe that the process of metabolism I was studying was indeed the way my body handled carbohydrates. Again, without the depth and breadth of your collective knowledge base and the often simple questions that lead me to find the answers, I have been able to adopt and accept this as a new and invigorating lifestyle. Despite the relentless attempts by the doctors, dieticians, and nutritionists to educate me in healthy nutrition, I stood my ground. I must admit that I did opt to avoid any conflict by appearing receptive to their recommendations, although I termed my situation as ‘forced compliance’. After 2 days of refusing all the food except the egg-substitute crap at breakfast (1/4 cup), the 2 oz. portions of lean meat or fish with lunch and dinner, and any low glycemic fruits and veggies, I became the focus of a ‘re-education’ campaign by the ‘learned ones’. The RD asked why I would not eat the bread, milk, oatmeal, cream of wheat, cold cereals, watermelon, grapes, bananas, applesauce, regular Jell-O, pudding, noodles, rice, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, well you get the picture, and I responded by saying "they are all evil poison to my body. Why would I want to continue to eat the same foods that got me this fat?" As soon as she began her spiel about the "food pyramid" and how it wasn’t the carbs that got me fat, but rather unhealthy fats and my behavior that led to overeating and all the other misinformation you guys told me these ‘experts’ routinely tell us, I realized any attempt to convert them would be futile. Amazingly, they must think highly of their ability to persuade, since they never questioned my seemingly overnight reversal to their way of thinking about nutrition. I gave up the fight. I overheard a nurse say to another nurse who was documenting my status on my chart that all she could do was report it to the doctors and let them handle it. I didn’t want to deal with that, so I decided to comply with the prescribed meal plan. This wasn’t all based on principle, mind you, I was damn hungry by this point. My prescribed meal plan was and still is a 2000 calorie, low sodium (2 gms), low cholesterol diet consisting of 15 servings of carbs (grain group, fruit & veggies group & dairy), 6 servings of protein (6 oz. meat, fish, eggs(3/week), low-fat cheese, peanut butter), and 4 servings (4 tsps.) fats (preferably margarine). Broken down by meal: breakfast (2, 1, 1), lunch (5, 2, 1), dinner (5, 2, 1), and night time snack (3, 1, 1). After eating this way for a few meals, I was not surprised that I was craving carbs and anticipating the next meal, almost obsessively. There is very little to look forward to while on ‘bed rest’ orders other than the pleasure of a tasty meal (imagine that), which seems to be the favorite pastime of many patients, primarily elderly folks, but I surely did not enjoy the feeling. In short order, the food never seemed to be enough. I felt I could scarf down 3 or 4 times the amount I was being served. Very little satiety. I’ve never been lactose intolerant, but the skim milk appeared to be the cause of abdominal cramps and a quick one-time loose stool following the meals. This may have been due to the antibiotic, though, as I was given the IV just prior to breakfast and dinner, with the other dose at bedtime. Interestingly, the bedtime dose had no ill effects, so I think it was the milk. The last day there I skipped the milk, but that was the day I was switched to oral antibiotics. I felt tired after eating also. Began napping, which all but disappeared while low carbing. The in-hospital physical therapy evaluated me and, to my delight, agreed that I do not need to go to a rehab to be reconditioned (factory refurb, right Myra?). They did insist that I have a home health nurse for awhile, since I still have trouble with stairs and they want to be sure I continue to treat the two or three small decubitus sores remaining on my left thigh. I am also getting a brand new ‘bariatric bed’ so I will be able to stop sleeping in my livingroom chair and a new walker, which I won’t use, but they insist I need it "just in case". I have a king size bed that cost me a small fortune that I want to keep. It is the most comfortable bed I ever slept on before lying flat began causing back and hip pain. Hopefully, I will one day soon be able to rest ‘normally’ again. I’m trying to figure out where to put it for now. I may just leave it disassembled in the room, leaning against one wall. I have a large bedroom. I was discharged late Monday evening, about 10:00PM. I came home and literally had to fight off the urges to indulge in something carby to eat. I wanted to dive into a plate or two of spaghetti with a passion. Instead, I fried two pork chops, opened a can of spinach, and finished the plate off with a few black olives and a small chunk of cheddar cheese. It helped quell the cravings. I read some of your posts regarding the manhunt for me and the replies after I was tracked down then crashed for the night. I am very touched by all your kind words and efforts to help me out. Historically, I have been more than a little reluctant to accept help or have anyone make a fuss over me, but it does feel good to know people care. In a sense, your concern has had a much greater affect on me than the support from my family and close friends. I am, after all, a complete stranger with whom you have had limited knowledge regarding my character and have only been provided selective information about my life experiences. Of course, I do understand that many of you consider yourselves to be able to see through the BS and tell when someone is being sincere. You ARE quite skilled in this as it is true I AM an intelligent, caring, friendly, helpful, all around great guy. And just a bit conceited
). I am now home, sitting in my easy chair, writing this short note to y’all. Had an antiestablishment unhealthy egg and sausage breakfast. I’ll be back on track in no time. I am taking oral antibiotics 4X/day (Keflex 500mg), a diuretic once/day (Lasix 40mg), BP medication 2X/day (Vasotec 10mg), and Silvadine(sp.) ointment for the sores. Actually, I am not taking the BP meds nor did I in the hospital. I pretended to take them then slipped them into my travel bag. My BP is OK. Of course it was elevated when I was admitted. I was nervous, a little scared, tired from walking from my van to my room on the 3rd floor, and in pain from the leg sores. The reading was down significantly by the next morning and consistently since, except when my vitals were taken just after I had blood drawn or my IV heparin lock changed. They think it stabilized due to the medication, but I know better. It makes sense to me. I will not take something that I feel is unnecessary. I have an office visit on Thursday with my PCP and know the focus will be on rescheduling surgery in Rochester NY. It is not going to happen. I actually feel better today than I have in a few years. I’m not sure how long. I can now stand, walk, sit, lie down, drive, and can do, I’m sure, many other abilities I lost due to my leg weight. I am amazed at how much easier it is to do these things. I am at my lowest weight in several years and can get around better than I did when I was discharged from the physical rehabilitation hospital following congestive heart failure over a year ago. My weight at discharge was 543 lbs., for a total weight loss of 104 lbs. since June 26th. And you best believe I can feel the difference. Of course, it was nearly all fluid
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