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I was born (oh what an unlikely way to begin) with baby fat and and huge milk consuming ability so I was raised by Jersey Milk cows in a pasture in Mississippi.. Not really but it sounded good. I grew up on southern hospitality and all the essences that give many of us good ol boys the roundness of a tree trunk and the growth of a redwood. Unlike other obese people I was encouraged by my parents to eat all I could.. I would take the food from the starving children of India if I could just finish a little bit more. Sundays were like a sport of sorts to devour as much of the larder and lard for that matter as possible then retire with the television and watch athletes perform stunts. I lived in a world that was surrounded by food. If a relative died we had a feast. If the preacher was coming for dinner the spread would rival a restaurant buffet. If my mom heard a rumble in my gut oh son have a slice of pie and some nanner pudding. Food was so good at my house Paula Dean would have been proud of us. So anyway I grew up with a dad that ate like it was his last meal and never gained a pound and at 94 he still does this. My mom who had the coolest figure would nipple around things and make excuses for tiny slivers of pie and such. But the boy has got to eat. He should eat eat eat then eat more to grow up big BIG BIGGER and stronger. Yeah it was not quite that dramatic but I figure some of you that read this may think we are related. Anyway I reached the grand goal of Obesity at the tender age of 19-20. Im still working on the one for beautiful in the manly way of course. Then for the next several decades I went up and down like the float in a toilet in a bar on a friday night weight wise. I would loose a bunch then eat it all back on and finally dangit I just ate on some more till I got up to 315 pounds. I was about 40 at the time and diabetes came a knocking. Well it had been knocking a long time I only had not cleaned out my ears in a while and did not hear it. So im in the hospital damn near dead and find out oh Push you are diabetic... WHoo hooo it just made my day. I had an infection from hell and a wife at that time to go with it. Anyway in a short time I parted with the wife and began to loose and loose and loose like a fighter in training till I met my real love Dell. That girl could cook biscuits on a coleman stove in a skillet and where I am from that is talent. We eventually got married and slowly the scales began to shift again. I would get disgusted and go on these sorority type beach diets and Dr. diets and Scary diets and Nutri diets and all I lost in the in was MONEY.. Eventually at age 50 my wife who was dedicated to the same problem had RNY. She got Hot in a year and she was hot before she had the surgery. I was still waffling around in love with my growing image and still not wanting to do the right thing for me. Eventually I was taking so much medicine for more problems than I care to talk about. Most of you that prior to getting thinner know all the pills stuff plus shots and that sort of maintenance stuff. All I was maintaining was a huge gut and sluggarly desire to sit in a chair all the time. Crap it gets pretty old doing that now in post op even. So I put in for my surgery thinking it would happen in a year or so cause insurance folks tend to be a bit slow on RNY surgery. NOT HUMAMA.. I think they looked at my chart and threw a party and expressed mailed me a letter with the go ahead. I swear they will make a profit out of me yet. Anyway the day I get the letter my surgeon must have got one too cause he called and said come on down.. OH my I had not had my last meal. I was not gorged on fried mushrooms, fried chicken and gizzerds, I had not had some secret sugar pie or something but I was taking asprin so he put it off a couple of weeks. Wheew i got in to go do a few last meals and it was not worth it.. I did eat some great scallops and shrimp and steak but it was all pretty healthy. I still may miss bread though..
So now Im in post op a week and drinking broth and jello and shots of protein and ya know what Its worth it. It really is worth is so far. I may one day growl like an ol tom cat and bitch about it later but right now the ship is on the ocean and waves are only lappin.
I am down about 13 pounds and only doing about half of my insulin and blood pressure meds so life is looking better.
more later
