The Backstory (DUN DUN DUNNNN!)

Feb 18, 2012

My name is Miranda and I just turned 29 years old. I'm separated from my husband who is in the Navy and have a 2 and a half year old little boy named Talon. In October of 2011 my husband was at sea for a meager 2 months and when I asked him why he wasn't communicating with myself nor his son he stated he wanted a divorce. I later found out he had been seeing a girl on his ship those two months. Anyway, long story short it was a wake up call for me. Not to keep him around, although those thoughts danced in my head many times during my weakest moments, but because I knew I did not want to enter the dating scene at this size and by the end of my divorce I'll no longer have military health insurance so I sought out my primary care doctor and discussed surgery. 

At first he was quite against the idea. I'm 5'3" and at that point I was 247 (my highest ever by that point) and my weight retention was heavily dependant on the fact that I have polycystic ovarian syndrome (I know, no one know which came first, the chicken or the egg but in my case depo provera came first so PCOS = WEIGHT.) Anyway, tangent averted. My doctor wanted to try metformin to treat the PCOS before he even entertained the idea of weight loss surgery so we went that route and I was cool with it... The metformin made me SO SICK! Before metformin I could go to the gym and get on the elyptical for 30 minutes at least, once on the metformin however I got on the elyptical and got so dizzy after 10 minutes I had to step off and get water before I fainted. My doctor decided the side effects weren't going to help me at all in my weightloss and my blood panels were showing my body in severe metabolic syndrome. It was a race to lose weight or get diabetes, diabetes was winning. So he put in my referral.

After my initial form submitted to my weight loss center I got a very sad phone call from one of the nice nurses letting me know at my current BMI/weight my specific insurance would most definitely deny my claim. I had to decide if I wanted to risk the 500$ registration fee and go for it anyway or just go back to the old exercise and diet route which I knew wouldn't work. I put my chips on the table. Luckily it paid off. By February 8th I had a surgery date and an approval from my insurance! YAY!

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