Why I Did It.

Feb 04, 2019

So we’re now the 31st December 2018. The ultimate change of year for me. As it is the ultimate year of change.

Why?

How is it different to any other year? No, I’m not turning 30, 40, 50 or any other important age this year.

This turn of the year, at the age of 26/27, I’ve decided to put the fate of my weight and by extension health in the hands of a surgeon.

 

It was a massively tough decision, born of complete desperation. Weight loss surgery is something that I, and my friends and family have seen as a massive cop out, a cheat code, something that only the most desperate attempt.

That is not to say that I don’t know people who haven’t undergone it, succeeded and fulfilled the aspect of their lives that they felt was lacking due to their weight: partners, pregnancy, job offers. All of them rolled in for them. They were significantly older than me. They had probably tried and failed more times than me. They had probably had it worse. That’s what gave them the go ahead. Didn’t mean I didn’t ever say to myself ‘I will never be that bad, it will never happen to me’.

 

But I did get that bad. I did hit the obesity target that I was in denial of ever reaching. And now, I’m preparing to go under the knife for the sake of multiple things: my fitness, my health and, in all honesty, my looks.

 

So why am I writing about it?

 

When I was trying to make my mind up, one thing that I felt would have really helped me get my life in order and make the decision; something that was not forced on me by concerned relatives, or me looking for the easy way out, would have been a diary entry, video or otherwise showing the thought process, the way these people had grappled with the decision for themselves and how they came to the conclusion to go forward. What I got, and was somewhat helpful, was a series of people wishing that they’d known certain things about life after having half of your stomach removed.

I decided I might try, as realistically and humbly as possible, to show my own workings, to help others. More importantly, I wanted to help myself. Not in any other way; I’m not looking for fame, or fortune for a small blog about a weight loss surgery, but only to solidify my convictions about the next week of pre-surgery dieting. About undergoing something that is apparently barely noticeable, but that impacts the rest of your life. About the choices I will inevitably have to make when I go to restaurants, parties, even to the bar for a drink after work.

I’ve left this very late. For one reason: who really wants to hear it? Well, maybe someone somewhere grappling with the same choice. For that one person in a million: this is for you, from me. Good luck.

 

The Numbers:

Height: 161cm

Weight: 105 kg

BMI: between 38-40

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