My dream home would have more than 2 bedrooms. That's a gorgeous house, though. Wish I could win it, leave all *this*, and go live there!

Ok, so 59% were successful, as defined by losing at least 50% of their excess weight. That means that 41%, not an inconsiderable number, didn't even lose half of their excess weight?! Those results SUCK, frankly. They are Nowhere. Near. Good. Enough.

You know, that just pisses me off beyond all measure that veterans aren't allowed to share at support meetings. Hello? Aren't people supposed to know what they're getting into? However, it pisses me off in equal measure when I run into a preop who refuses to hear what I'm saying (even, no, especially when I'm being tactful), giving me the equivalent of sticking their fingers in their ears and singing "la la la, I'll be successful no matter the odds stacked against me because I'm me and special and your odds won't apply, la la la." They're the ones that make me feel all mean and grinchy inside, hunching my shoulders and thinking bitterly "You just wait, my pretty, you just wait." And then there's me, who's still having a pretty magical experience at nearly 4 years postop. I love sharing my experience and telling the world about the DS, but jeebis, the noobs who believe every lie that their non-DS-doing surgeon spouts and who preach those lies like gospel themselves are gaddamn annoying. I need to learn the whole chat thing. Truly.

Seriously, if I find these? I'll try them. They look tasty, and I haz appetite I'd like to suppress sometimes.

Not only are they coming, but I'm the Cookie Pimp! My daughter's selling them...