lacrimablu
Since I fell and will be having surgery for my arm and recuperating and can't exercise as much as before. I am Linda scared in gaining weight and will rely on others to bring me food. Hopefully they will bring me healthy stuff. But I dot have much of an appetite. I don't have many friends and the computer keeps me entertained. Please add me as a friend and email me. Keep me motivated. I know this is a lot to ask. But I will greatly appreciate it.
This surgery changed my life. I struggled with my weight for many years. I weight over 360+ some pounds. I went down to 165.
I had my surgery about 10 years ago when it was brand new. I saw Carney Wilson do it and then I waited a year....and saw how much she lost and I gained. That motivated me to do it.
I got approved by insurance and had my surgery in about a months time. I was one of Kaisers first 100 people to have the surgery. So there was NOT much information on what to eat and what to do. I use to through up because I would feel sick for a long time. Sometimes it helped throwing up. I know it sounds bad...but it felt better. Since they didn't know much about the surgery I was placed in a anorexic/bulimic class. Can imagine. I was among all these skinny girls during lunch time picking at their Jello. I too because I couldn't eat much. So that was added to my record......anorexic and bulimic.
I became lactose intolerant after the surgery and since the surgery I have had two bleeding ulcers in the SAME spot occur. One of them I needed blood transfusion. The latest was last year but I caught it in time. I was hospitalized this year because I ate a handful of sweetened coconut and was hospitalized for 3 days. The did an en endoscopy and still found a mass in my stomach. They accused me of eating my hair until I told them it was coconut. Either way they wrote that up on my record. How nice.
I don't regret doing the surgery. They told me if I didn't. I would have died in 5 years. I had diabetes. Still do. But not on meds now...even though its acting up and they want me back on it. I damaged my knees to the point they want me to do knee replacement but I refuse. But that is another story. I have no kids. I am 36. Single. I just finished another yet college degree in Criminal Justice. But I been home depressed in bed for about 2 months now since finishing school.
I lost the first week visit almost 9 lbs. I lost a lot of weight the first year and 2 years. Then plateau but continue to loose weight. I would gain a few lbs....but caught myself and worked hard to loose it again. I said. NEVER AGAIN and I meant it.
Last year I had a lot of family problems. A death, a new niece a wedding of a family member, a major family break up that destroyed the family forever, Broke up with boyfriend at the beginning of year and he did some horrible things to me that was mentally and physically bad (cop report which I never done before). I went through a lot. You name it. It happened. I went into major depression and didn't care no more. Stop exercising, didn't care what I ate and even though I ate very little. I ate EVERYTHING wrong that I can find. Then finally in December I said what am I doing? This isn't me. I didn't come this far to go back the same way. So I started back exercising alone (no motivation since I live alone), cook for myself and have a whole gymnasium at home (I am fortunate). I worked hard and lost all that 50 lbs which was the heaviest I have ever gained...but lost it really fast. Got toned up...wearing my old size 10 clothes (smallest I ever been). Because I refuse to buy bigger clothes. I gave away a lot of my big clothes (I cried) Some where brand new with tags. I think my mom kept a few as souvenirs.
I wish I did what others did and kept a journal of weight loss. But I didn't. But I know I am doing good. Its been over 10 years.....and I am still loosing weight. That is a good thing. Right?
