a slightly different instance of a supportive spouse...

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Ok...the deep down and dirty realllllllllly depressing side of being

morbidly obese....but with a rather unique happy ending...

About 8 months ago, while using the er....throne...in our master

bathroom, I sat down on the , well, you know, the

throne/commode/toilet. Much to my humilation, my weight was just too

too much for the little plastic things attached to the bottom of the

toilet seat, and each one of the little buggers just smushed. I would

have to say that breaking a toilet seat would have to count right up

there faily high on the list of himilating moments when it is

impossible to not be slapped in the face of your body weight.

So, for 8 months, I have perched as delicately as possible, hoping to

prevent the whole seat from sliding off, while I envisioned it

actually happening, and thought about how I would proabably then smash

right through the floor and end up in the family room downstairs,

surrounded by broken pipes, a pile of plaster dust, in a room full of

guests with my pants around my ankles. Perhaps someone here can relate?

Anyway, since my preop diet and my banding on 7/20/06, I have now lost

a total of 42 pounds. Thats a scale victory, and getting up each

morning and finding clothes in my closet that didn't fit a year ago is

kind of like this fabulous scavenger hunt.

Last night when I got home from work, my husband met me at the door

and said 'I bought you a present, it's in your bathroom " . I walked in,

saw the brand new toilet seat, ALL completely attached just like a

normal person's toilet........and cried. He said, " honey, I was trying

to do something nice, why are you crying " ?

I said......

Because I won't break this one.