LooseCannon
I was always a very thin, petite child and adolescent. Very athletic. Gymnastics and tennis were my passions. Growing up in my home was a very health-conscious setting. No sugary cereals...no fatty foods...no soda, chips, any of that. Lots of fruits and veggies...and I loved them! The onset of my weight gain took place at approximately 20 years old. That is when I met my 1st husband...my Italian husband. (RIP Frankie Boy) Oh boy! Didn't that family love to cook...and eat! It opened up a whole new world of exciting flavors I've only read about! (kidding) But you get the picture. Every single thing we did as a family revolved around food. And I mean lots of food! You couldn't just sit down to have a cup of coffee without several types of pastries, pies, cakes, etc. layed out in front of you. (Tiramisu - the most delectible of all the cursed sweets!) I was a willing participant in my new unhealthy lifestyle, although I didn't know at the time that this body is the price I would eventually pay.
Needless to say, once I was living on my own and learning to cook, all those saucy, cheesy, yummy foods are what I came to love...and loved cooking. (I don't want this to sound like I am blaming him - just so we have that straight. I was my own worst enemy.) I was quite a good cook, I found, and soon took a job as a cook for 15 years. "Oh my! Mucho Big Mistake!"
All cooks have to sample their "creations" to be sure they are pleasing to the pallate. (They were! hee)
So from there, over the 15 years of "sampling" and not thinking about those calories adding up, with a taste here and a nibble there, I set in motion my own collision course with disaster. (my health/body/life)
I was always one of those people who thought that WLS was a desperate and dangerous action. But that was when I was still feeling good despite my obesity. Now that I am over 40 - "40 and failing" they say - all those lovely comorbidities are setting in. High BP, sleep apnea, arthritis...just for starters, so far. I now look at WLS in a whole new light. For me, the risks of the surgery are far less than the risk of continuing to live like this any longer. I want my life/health/body back, and DAMMIT! I deserve it!
