As a child, I was overweight. I remember weighing in at 115 at 9 years of age. When I turned 11, the weight came down considerably, and by the time I was 14 I was weighing 120 lbs. with a height of 5'6. It's funny how people see themselves fat when in reality they aren't. I thought I was extremely fat (what I would give to look like that now!)
By the time I was 23 I was weighing 170, and about to get married. I decided to go to the gym and start working out and "eating sensibly." I lost 10 pounds doing that and was down to 160 on my wedding day.
Needless to say, I became pregnant soon after our wedding and I gained all 10 pounds back, and then some. I tried working out with Richard Simmon's "Sweating to the Oldies," cutting back on my calorie intake, trying different diet pills, going on Herbalife, which brought my weight down 30 pounds in 12 months, leptotril, and other things that have not worked for me.
I'm now 40 years old with three beautiful children, and a not too supportive husband, and weighing in at 235. I look myself in the mirror and I hate what I see. I don't even like taking pictures because I don't like to see myself. My husband has never, ever, ever, said anything about my excess weight, which really irks me. It seems he doesn't care one way or another.
I'm seriously thinking about having WLS, and he flips everytime I mention this to him. He doesn't understand what I'm feeling. I'm soooo unattractive because I just let myself go. I didn't really put any thought to my appearance, but now it's beginning to bother me, not to mention that I now have high blood pressure. I went to my doctor yesterday, and he did a complete blood analysis, and I need to return next week for the results. In two hours from now, I'll be going to Dr. Opochenko's seminar and I'm really excited about it. I can't wait. I want to do this, with my husband's approval or not. The only approval I'm praying for is from my insurance. My BMI is 37.9 and I was told when I called to register for the seminar, that I might not be eligible if I don't have any comorbidities, but it turns out that I do have hypertension and my doctor put me on medication. I also suffer from asthma, snore like a boar, huff and puff when going up stairs, and seem to have small head on a body that's too big.
I have a very good sense of humor, and what I'm about to share with you is really an eye-opener for me. I went to a little deli store across from my sister's house. This store is owned by Asians and I had never been there before. I went in and went straight for the cold sodas. Pepsi!!!! I had to have my fix. As I finished making my selection of all the junk food I was craving, I went up to the counter to pay for my stuff. The guy just kept staring, and staring at me, and that was making me a bit uncomfortable. I figured he was staring at me because he had never seen me before, and saw me as not one of his regular customers. He then blurted out "YOU HAVE A SMALL HEAD!" Another person would've taken offense at such a rude comment from a stranger to a stranger, but I just opened up my big mouth and let out the loudest laugh ever. I couldn't believe this total stranger had had the audacity to say such a thing. I laughed, and laughed, and when I got to my sister's house I was still laughing uncontrollably. I really thought it was hilarious, but then reality set in. I don't think it was so much the size of my head, it was the size of my body. After this total stranger pointed it out to me I really looked myself in the mirror and saw what he had seen. My head looks like a small eraser on top of an oversize pencil. It's no longer funny and I must do something about this weight, and I feel going for surgery is my best option. I'll keep you posted.
10:30 p.m.-I went to the seminar and was a bit bored by all the statistics Dr. O showed us, but, all in all, I came out more determined to go ahead with the surgery. I set up a date for a consultation for Friday, June 22 at 2:00 p.m. Dr. O told us that usually it takes from 1-2 months from the moment of going to the seminar to the actual surgery date.