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Surgeon Testimonial Michael A. Snyder MD My first impression of Dr Synder was that he was very proud of himself (which in most cases is a huge turn off for me). He talked about all of his degrees and education as he pointed to the wall. I know he was doing it in attempts to reassure me that he was indeed competent. So many people in my life brag like that because of their low self esteem or need for attention. Dr. Snyder is the real deal, he deserves his bragging rights! First off I would like to say I dont take my Life casually. I have researched surgeons and gastric bypass for several years, looking only for the best, most qualified, least mortalities, center of excellence, and lastly a loving and careing person that saw his patients as people (as wives, as sisters, daughters, mothers). I did not want to be another "subject" with a number. I did not randomly choose Dr Snyder, I found him through diligence and my personal goal of putting my life in the hands of the person I felt would give me the life I entrusted back. When I chose Dr Snyder it was becuase I believed in my heart that he Truly was the best in his field. I am comforted that he is well educated, practiced, & self confident. I like that he needs to be in control and that his goal is perfection in all of his surgeries. He is an amazing surgeon and a kind person. He is one of Gods angels and doesnt even know it. He has dedicated his life to giving the obese their lives back. He is so busy and sacrifices so much for us, we are not just a paycheck to him (even though Im sure that does play a role ;P) Needless to say he gave me my life back and sent me on a journeey that I will soon not forget. He gave me the tool I needed to save myself a tool that can save me from what I have no been able to save myself from on my own. The staff were extremly busy, obesity is big business! Overall they were courteous and helpful. Member Interests
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My Story Im not sure how to begin so I will begin at the begging and when I get to the end I shall stop. Ive been overweight/ big my entire life. I have pictures when I was one and two with a big ol pot belly. It was kinda cute then but not anymore and alot bigger than a pot. It was not always obese, I was just really tall and big boned back then. Kids didnt know and they called it fat. I didn't know either so I beleived them. I can remember being in first grade. I was so social. I wanted to be everyones friend and love people.That first grade year my teacher started segragating me from the class and putting me in a desk away from everyone.She told my parents I was slow and would probably fail. People started lying to the teacher about me to get me in trouble, they thought it was funny to watch her move my desk further and further away. My lesson from this is that not everyone is friend material and no one can be trusted. Half way through that year people started calling me "thunder thighs" and "thunder barbie" a name that stuck all through elementary school. the treatment made me hate people, hate myself, and crawl into a shell. I learned to be very still and very quite in hopes that no one would notice me. Sometimes through school I would suck in my pride to do what other people were doing like join marching band and go to the carnival, I see what I did as brave and couragous. It was physically hard and emotionally draining, but I was proud to be in the band and to be accomplishing something with life. I spent most of my days worried about how damn tight the desks were and instead of paying attention to the teacher I was worried that people would stare at the fat rolls squizing out through the desk. I loved learning but I hated being a freak show so as the years progressed and I gained more and more weight I moved further and further away from the teacher until I was in the very back of the room.No one offered help or concern. Gym class was the worst thing ever. I would get so worried about changing in fron of others that I would unknowingly but literally become physically sick with stomack pains like you can't imagine. I didnt realize that emotions could manifest themselves physically. I didnt realzise that was what had even happened til years later when I looked back on it. I begged the teacher to let me change in the bathroom stall so no one could watch and she said it needed to be open for those that needed to use it (even though there were several stalls). Girls would gather around and stare and whisper. I learned to wear giant t-shirts to school and change under those cloths. It didnt matter people still stared and snickered. I went into this zoned out place and floated through those changing never remebering being there. They would also tell the gym coach that I was smelly and she would call me into her office to lecture me about hygene. I made her take a good wif of me and tell me if she thought I stunk. She smelled me and said she didnt think I smelled bad at all and that she was very sorry. I was so used to the stigmas that came with being fat that I was beyond embarrassed, I was pissed and wished I could kill everyone in school. If it wasnt for my fear of going to hell I know I would have done it. I wish they would have given me a little privacy, a little dignity. Not to mention the embarrasment and harrassment of the teachers putting me down for not being able to physically do what the others could. A Nightmare I can never forget. No child left behind? I could barely see the white board, I could barely hear the teacher, I was dealing with people (kids and teachers) harrassing me every day, day after day, all day long. Somehow I managed to make it through school. I was so strong and determined not to be a failure as everyone had predicted. I was gonna prove those bastards all wrong. I made it through high school (with a C average), then through college (with a B average), started a career that was so stressful I ate my self from 220 into a 400lb woman. I was so busy working and eating that I was not paying attention to what was happening to me. I would get the typical skinny person coming up to me with advice, I wanted to shove it up their you know what. They have never had to lose such large amounts of weight they have no clue what it takes. Whats worse is I had an alcoholic giving me passive advice on how she did it. Get this, her advice: she doesnt eat a damn thing, she works out for an hour on the stationary bike, and she drinks like its the end of the world. She looked so sick, when shed go to the bathroom the entire house had the most horrible smell you can imagine (an only alcahol diet does very bad things to your bowel movements). But at least she was skinny. The next worse advice ever is again passive. My husbands sister is a marathon runner. At Christmas a couple years ago she started telling everyone at the party how she had this very large friend who decided to take up running to lose weight. She could eat whatever she wanted all she had to do was run it off. Well Im sorry but I wish I could have strapped my 190 extra pounds on her frame which is the same height me (maybe a little smaller bone structure), and told her to just go out and run everyday for 30 minutes for ONLY one week (not near what i would take to lose all this weight, but so she could taste what its like to be in my shoes). Complete ignorance I stopped getting promotions from my boss, even though the staff I worked with said I did an awesome job. Of course I did with all the stereotypes of fat people I had to work extra hard to prove I wasnt lazy, do extra work on the side to bring in to prove I wasnt stupid, and wear expensive deoderants and perfumes with 2 showers a day to prove I wanst smelly( fruity liscious). We had old couches where I worked. I worked with teenagers by the way. Anyway these couches stunk so freaking bad. One day I was working on my progress notes and my boss came in and was talking to another co-worker. She said it really stinks in here. My back was turned so they didnt think I could see them, but they forgot it was night and their reflections were vivid and clear in the window panes. Anyway after my boss said it stinks in here she pointed at me and they both quetly giggled and plugged their noses. If I could have only got that on video I would have sued her out of house and home. When I left my friend had moved up into my teamleader position. They did not know we were friends so even after I was gone they continued to comment. They told him they were glad he took my place because I was so lazy. Damn it, thats all I have to say. Being fat has really made me bitter and hateful towards people that dont even have a clue. My shell defines me and the cover looks way worse than the story inside. No one can see past the cover. And of all the steryotypes Im sure you can tell the "all fat people are smelly" really bugs me the most (I dont even know why) Now Im seeing an endocrinologist who has helped me lose a lot of weight but ive hit a plataue (SP). Im going to have gastric bypass to lose the rest and to just be normal. All I ever wanted was to be normal. I am also doing this becuase I want to have a baby. I had a misscarriage a few weeks ago and it broke my heart. I cant (well shouldnt) carry a child at this weight, its not healthy for me or the baby. I could go on and on for all of my reason. Mainly all are health reason and a little peace of me just wants to feel like a woman for the first time ever! Here are my problems: My family doesnt support my weight loss attempts and will disown me if they ever find out I have gastric bypass (when i get it of course). SO I will never tell anyone of them, not even any friend (gossip flies where I am from) My co workers and peers passively give me unsolicited advice and say hurtfull things only making me feel worse and want to eat more. No one comes right out wanting to truly help me, just give me passive advice so they can claim they were the ones that saved me. Where are the people knocking on my door saying "lets go for a walk" or "lets go shopping for healthy food together". Ill tell you where they are no where, because that would take work and effort, unsolicited advice is free! I love carbs, I know its weird, but I pray that I get dumping sydrome, I want it to break my carb addiction I have PCOS which even when I work my ass off I still have a difficult time losing weight, let alone keeping it off, lets not even go into fertility issues I have an awesome supportive husband BUT (there is always a but) he goes into panics when I go on diets and eats like there is no tomorow, when someone constantly eats carbs and yummy things in front of you how do avoid the temptation without losing the one you love more than anything?
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