I can see how it works to change our eating habits. Protein is so important, and cheating really doesn't bring much/any pleasure early out, so there is no reward for eating badly, and there are very real risks.
May I ask about your weight loss? Did you lose and then put some weight back on, or did you just stop losing well short of your goal? Did you stop losing before you were out of the generally accepted optimum weight loss window? Is there anything that could account for it, to some degree at least, such as common channel length, size of your stomach/amount of restriction you had? I hope you don't mind me asking all these questions. This is one thing most newbies wonder about, I think. We all hope that we will be able to reach our goal weight/size/state-of-health (however we decide that), and many, if not most, fear (at some point) that we never will.
Here's my boring story... Perhaps it was my surgeon because I am not the only one of his postops to have this problem. Somehow he seems to do a kinder, gentler DS and that wasn't what I needed. My surgery was open and my recovery was perfect. To this day I have never thrown up. I am very healthy and never get sick. My CC is supposed to be 75 and that's quite short. I wish I would have held out for 50! He wanted to do 100 and we compromised on 75. But who knows. I wasn't there when it was done!
It's pretty certain that I am a superabsorber. I got my first diet at my 6wk checkup. The doc said I was gaining too fast and told my mom to replace one of my breastfeedings with a bottle of water. I knew the meaning of the word obese when I was 2. My mom was an RN and very aware of nutrition. I was fat before I ever made a single food choice of my own. Growing up there was never junk food in the house. Dinner was salad, veg, and meat. My father got to eat potatoes and corn but I never got any because of my weight. Dessert was a real treat and usually served on tiny plates so I couldn't overeat. The other kids ate ice cream and candy after school while I got celery and carrot sticks. And I grew up very bitter and hated my body.
I knew that some day there would be a surgery of some kind that would help me. I even looked into stomach stapling. In the meanwhile I did diet after diet. For years at a time. I lived on 2 cans of tuna and green salad for years of my life. And I was still fat and getting fatter. Every failed diet made it harder to lose the next time. I finally heard about the RNY and I found it impossible to get excited about it because post op life was so grim. I felt I had already suffered more than enough. One day my sister called and told me about the DS. It sounded great and I researched the heck out of it. I learned that Dr. Buchwald at the U of M did the surgery and he was only about 70 miles away from me. I went to his seminar with about 30 other people and I was the only one who wanted the DS. He spoke with me privately to find out if I knew what I was getting into. He must have thought I knew enough because he agreed to do the surgery. Everything flew through insurance with no problems and I got a surgery date. TWO YEARS IN THE FUTURE! I had to wait for 2 more years! Looking back with 20/20 hindsight I should have flown to Spain, self paid and had the surgery 2 weeks later! Time passed and I waited.
I worked in an office full of fat women. A bunch of them had wls, mostly RNY. I watched them getting skinny and I got angry. I hated their comments that I should just get the RNY and stop waiting for the DS. But I knew it would be miserable to live with the RNY. I got angry enough to do yet another diet. Starvation. I got to take my vites and my food every day was one can of tuna and one measured cup of dry green salad. On Sundays I got a handful of baby carrots. I started reading about Anorexia and tried to get myself into that mindset. Every day I stood in front of the mirror and repeated, "Food is not your friend." And, "Just look at you! You deserve to starve!" And one last time, starvation worked. My high preop weight was just under 400lbs and when I weighed in for surgery my weight was 251lbs. I had gone from heavyweight to lightweight. Probably the 12th or 13th time in my life I had lost 100 or more pounds. And I thought it was going to be my last diet. Silly me!
So I had my surgery and my perfect recovery. I lost 53 lbs in the first 6 months and that was it. Then I had a 6 month plateau. Nothing. Believe me, I know what a carb is and I wasn't eating any. I was freaked out because I knew I only had X amount of time to get off the rest of the weight. Anger is a great weightloss tool for me and I was angry once again. So I went extremely low carb(10 or less per day) and started running. Back to tuna, chicken, and salad. Back to being hungry all the time. Dieting and running got me down into the 160's and a size 6 for 10 minutes or so. But I couldn't maintain it and the weight came back. Today I am going on 11 years postop and my weight bounces between 180 and 200lbs. So the DS bought me 50lbs loss and that's about it. If I want more, I have to starve for it. I keep on hoping I will get angry enough to put myself through the diet again. Only next time I am going to stay on it till I get down to about 120lbs!
Statistics say I am a success. But if I could afford it I would be in Spain having the most drastic revision possible. I know I weigh too much but honestly I just look like a normal woman my age. Frumpy. And guess what? I have never had a single deficiency. Not a one. That tells me I still absorb a lot! Probably more than the average DSer. And I think it's pretty logical to deduce that's also why I have a hard time getting or staying thin. Just once in my life, I would like to have a normal BMI. At 160 I was still fat!
My personal story is why you will always hear me saying just lose the weight. You do not need a carb till you are 10% below goal! And just a little post script on my RNY co-workers, they ALL weigh more now than they did preop. So I did pick the right surgery! And truth be told, I might weigh 500lbs by now if I hadn't done anything. Or it's quite possible I would have been dead by now as well.