Describe your behavioral and emotional battle with weight control before learning about bariatric surgery.
Battle with weight control? It is more like WAR. I hate my body, I am embarrassed. I don't
understand why so many people can win this war and I am stuck in the trenches with a half
gallon of Ben and Jerry's. I have never been a yo yo dieter, I get fat and stay fat. I lost 55 lb. one
time and 15-20 several different times in the past but nothing significant and nothing that lasted.
I would watch those (boy I hate admitting this) weight loss infomercials, and dream of those
people being me. Unfortunately, I never really saw myself doing it, I figured that was for people
much more disciplined than me. Now that I have made the decision to have the surgery I feel so
free, I actually feel like one day my picture will be on your before and after list.
What was (is) the worst thing about being overweight?
Is there a good thing about being overweight? I'll give you a day in the life of me.
The plan is to go to a concert at the Civic Center. You go and buy the tickets trying to make sure
you get an aisle seat and preferably one on the floor so you get to sit in a regular folding chair
and not one of those seats meant for 12 year olds. Of course they are all sold out. So you get
the tickets and head for the show. When what is the first thing you see? A turn styles, ya know
those thingys that count how many people enter the arena? You see that thing and you start
making deals with God. Okay God, if you let me make it through, I'll never pick up another cup
cake as long as I live. So you get closer and think, okay I'm gonna suck it all up, turn sideways
and run. Now you are face to face with this little piece of metal that has the ability to ruin you
entire evening. You put out of your mind the image of the woman who you just heard about on
Oprah who actually did get stuck in one and the rescue squad had to get her out, and you plunge
ahead. After making it through successfully, you head for your seat. You look at them and think
okay I can do this so you squeeze yourself into that little seat being as inconspicuous as you can
be. But you know what happens, it's kinda like a water balloon that is pushed inside a cup, the
bottom part goes in and then all the rest comes flopping over the sides. It ain't pretty. But at
least you are in the seat and soon the lights will be off and no one will see how the rest of you
isn't fitting in that seat. Well that's just one worst thing about being overweight.
Another worst thing would be the time my husband and I took our then 3 y/o twins to Kings
Dominion, an amusement park in Richmond VA. My daughter and son wanted to ride the
Scooby Doo roller coaster but were to short to ride alone so my hubby and I stood in line
strategically placing ourselves so that we would be on the coaster together and get our pictures
taken. It was finally our turn, my husband had our son and I had our daughter, we boarded the
cars sat down and the worst moment of my life happened. In front of 100's of people, the metal
bar wouldn't go down over me. Now in my defense, I'm 5'11 and have very long legs 31" inseam
to be exact, but that didn't help the utter embarrassment I went through having to get off that
ride. My daughter cried because she wanted to ride. A very nice lady said her child would ride
with her, but Ashton wouldn't have it, she wanted to ride with Daddy or Mommy. So we exited
to the other side and I stood there in front of all those people and waited for the ride to finish so
my daughter could have a ride with her Daddy. When they finished we swapped kids and I made
a quick exit using the excuse we could see them better from over here, way away from those
people. Who by the way were very nice and said things like, they really should make those seat
bigger and your legs are really long. I just wanted to curl up and die somewhere. My hubby was
very sweet he just put his arm around me smiled and said "I love you and I'm sorry" and we
walked on to the next ride. My day wasn't ruined but I've never forgotten that I remember it in
excruciating detail.