Alisa.MN.RNY
I am starting this blog anew, because I had my surgery 5 years ago as of May 27th and I soon lost interest in keeping it up
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I have loaded a few pictures of me taken about 2 months out. There was one thing good about being fat and that's lack of wrinkles. My face aged at least ten years, but what the heck, my body rocks. I have included a few pictures of me "after". I live about 300 miles from where I did before and all who meet me now tend to state that they thought I was always a "skinny bi**h". It depends on my mood as to if I disclose my surgery.
Anybody else get sick and tired of being asked if I "did it on my own"? Makes my blood boil. The RNY was a tool, I am five years out and it is me and me alone that keeps the weight off. Seems folks think surgery is a cop out. Maybe I am weak in that I just could not do it with diet and exercise alone. But the bottom line is that now the weight has become managable enough for me to do the exercise (I still hate it) and stick to the rules.
I'm going to try and summarize my experience for any who might be interested. I had my surgery performed by Dr. Alberto Aceves in Mexicali, Mexico. I had been on a Mexican Riveria cruise a month before. I had left my will on the kitchen table and I was either going to go over the side of the ship and kill myself or make the life alternating decision to do the bypass. Last time I could look at a scale it was on one of those medical scales with the metal weights and I was tipping over yet another 25 pounds to the 250 mark. I could not bare to see the numbers any longer. I would not allow anybody to tell me what the number eventually tallied. What was left of my self-esteem just could not deal with how physically hideous I had become.
Halfway through the cuise I started telling people I was going to get a gastric bypass. I wanted to live, truly live not jsut go through the motions anymore. I spent or I should say wasted twenty years of looking in a mirror and literrally blanching at the reflection. I did not recognize the woman looking back at me. Where was I? I felt so different inside, yet the obese person in that darned mirror told the world I was someone else entirely. I hated that I had let that happen to me. I don't even recall how it happened.
One day I was a cheerleader in high school and it the next day I was middle aged with every possible negative health issue barreling towards me. Pre-diabetic, pre-hypertension, pre EVERYTHING! Because of this "pre" status, insurance needed me to gain a few more pounds or develop the diseases hurtiling my way before they would be so gracious as to have me wait 9-11 months for approval to get the bypass. I will also mention that I have Multiple Sclerosis and that sped up the process of my weight killing me.
Fortunately, I had the funds to pay for the surgery in Mexico. I did a whole lot of research in a short time and made my selection. I was scheduled for my operation in three short weeks. Amazing and disgusting how if you have money you can get the help you need. If you don't the medical community just dosen't care.
My local M.D. was horrified that I would go to Mexico for medical. Looking back, I find that laughable. I had a private room with marble floors and leather sofa, assigned a private nurse and it was the BEST medical care I have ever gotten. I can't reccommed Dr. Aceves and his staff highly enough.