Chrissy W.
My story starts the same as many on this site. I've struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. Food has always been a dear friend who never failed me. I used food to comfort, to console, to celebrate, and to cure boredom. When I was in high school (not too many years ago. I'm 27), I s.t.a.r.v.e.d. my weight down to my lowest, but wasn't satisfied. Looking back at old photos of myself, I can now see, in hindsight, that I looked gaunt, with dark circles under my eyes, sunk in around my collar bones and lank hair. When I went to college, I gained the freshman 15, then the sophomore 20, and so on and so on until I reached my highest weight at 298. My knees hurt, my hips are stiff, and my feet and ankles are frequently swollen after a day at work. Just a year or so ago, I would have wanted to have WLS for vanity reasons, but NOW I want my life back. I want to be healthy and not get out of breath when I go up a flight of stairs or walk at a brisk pace. I want to be comfortable in my body again instead of feeling suffocated. I want to never again feel the pinching sensation of a new stretch mark forming.
I am scheduled for my vertical sleeve gastrectomy on June 17th and, honestly, the day couldn't come soon enough. I will take any pain and discomfort that comes with surgery if it means that I can feel good again. I will accept that my relationship with food is over (we've been drifting apart recently anyway). I will even happily shell over the money that it will require to keep myself clothed as I require smaller and smaller sizes!
About Me
Before & After
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