aprilrose_39
My story? Wow..thats a tall order.
I've been fat all my life. I hope that the term fat doesnt offend anyone. Saying I'm overweight just doesnt cover it. You can be 5'6" and weight 170 and be considered overweight. I'd kill to weight 170. Anyway, back to my story. Fat all my life, as long as I can remember. My first memory of it was being in a Dr's office, I was 10, and hearing the Dr. tell my aunt "just dont let her gain any more weight and she'll grow into it". What a joke right? So it was a life time of diets, failures, being teased...you know the drill. As an adult, I tried several times to lose weight and failed everytime. So I finally gave up. For years I just continued to pack on the pounds. I have bad knees, sleep apnea, limited mobility. You'd think that would be enough to motivate me huh? Sadly, no. It wasnt until I moved to California, met and married my wonderful wife, and then tried to get a job, that I got serious about losing the weight. I couldnt get a job, and someone was honest with me enough to tell me it was because of my size. Big awakening for me. Thats the only descrimination I've ever experienced. Being an open and out lesbian had never given me this much trouble. So, with my partners support, I started doing the things I needed to do to lose the poundage. The only thing I can figure that makes this time different is I'm finally "home", safe and secure. I dont need the fat anymore, as protection.
I went to a WLS seminar and was totally devestated. I weighed 423lbs, and thats too big to have WLS. WTF??? I didnt understand. Wasnt the surgery to make you lose weight? Wasnt it the "magic bullet"? We'll you all know the answer to those questions. The surgeon convinced me to go to a weight loss Dr and get on a "real" eating plan. So I thought, "what the hell", might as well give it a shot. 1300 calories a day and exercise..I thought I was gonna die, but I didnt. And a few months later I lowered the calories to 1000 or under per day. 8 months after starting the "eating plan", I was 338lbs and ready for the surgery....You know the rest.....
One month out from my surgery, and I have good days and bad days. There are days that I wonder WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, and there are days that I'm so thankful I did it. The latter outnumbers the former. I have a long way to go, but at least I'm on the right road now....
Thanks for reading
April
