Describe your behavioral and emotional battle with weight control before learning about bariatric surgery.
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I guess battle has been the word for it. It definitely has not always been an arguement! I have always considered myself fat. Even as a pre-teen, I was not the same size as my classmates. I matured early. I stood 5'7", weighed 150# and wore a size 9 shoe when I was 10 years old and in the 5th grade. There was only two guys who were taller than I was. I always felt huge compared to all of the "skinny" kids. In high school I felt the same way-always awkward and I didn't feel like I fit in with the rest of the crowd. I have seen pictures of myself back then. I really looked pretty much the same as the rest of the girls, but in my head that didn't seem true. I was not anorexic by any means, I ate all of the time. I always seemed to be hungry.
Of course high school passes eventually. I went on to nursing school. I still weighted 150#. Thanks to loosing 20# by a demonic PE teacher who thought all of his students should exercise like they were preparing for the Olympics...but I did maintain my weight for several years. Anyway, in nursing school from 1966 to 1969 we were weighed every week. You were not allowed to vary by more than 5# or so. At that time we wore these tight starched aprons...uniforms you see in the old movies. They didn't give much in the waistline. Everyone dreaded the weigh-in days. Everyone would not eat the night before....anything to try to keep below the required level. It was not a pretty sight!
I kept busy, so busy I stayed at a constant weight for awhile.
I met my husband while I was there at school. We married in 1967 and I was pregnant when I graduated from training in May of 69. Our first son was born in July of that year.
That year of pregnancy was rough. I was pre-eclamptic. I was kept on a strict diet and rationed water. I gained 14# and my son was born a month premature.
My health took a nosedive after his birth. I returned to work and began over months to slowly gain weight. I started feeling really tired and emotionally couldn't keep up with my family. I became depressed easily, cried often, many symptoms too many to list. I was finally diagnosed with hypoglycemia, hypothyroidism, and depression.
Actually, who wouldn't be depressed? Having gained 40# in about two years, while working my butt off. That would make anyone depressed.
I became pregnant again in 1971 and had my second son six weeks prematurely in 1972. I gained only 11#. Same reasons as before, only this time I was 50# heavier! My thyroid went totally out of control. I was given so much thyroid medication I eventually became hyperthyroid. I was a real basket case by that time. What a lovely way to loose weight. My body was trying to burn itself up and nearly killed me in the process. Fortunately, this problem was recognized and I was taken off of the medication (which was not the correct one anyone) and then I went into reverse. HYPOTHYROIDISM big time. I became a slug...I couldn't think, care for myself, my family. I gained 100#+ before I could get the dosage of medication adjusted to a proper level. I lost memory for several years during this process.
I didn't feel much of anything. If I did, thank God, I don't remember it. Today, I can't say the same. I am aware of how large I am. I tried many types of weight loss ideas over the years. None have been successful, in fact the last time I went to WW, I failed miserably. I was still getting adjusted to a higher thyroid rx dosage.
Since then, my last big effort was Redux. What fun, now I have a heart murmmur that I never had in my life before starting this. I had to stop the drug and guess what. . . I GAINED ALL THE WEIGHT BACK plus a few for good measure. Do I sound angry? Yep! I think I am.
I have written this account a few times already. The last time to my insurance company for approval of surgery. You see, I have known about bariatric surgery for years. Remember, back in my early days of nursing, this surgery, in older forms of course, was used for other things such as treating severe gastric ulcers or hemorrage, etc. The newer techniques seem to be much safer now, better results, and used wisely.
I really hope this is the correct choice for me.
What was (is) the worst thing about being overweight?
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I have a granddaughter who is 5 yrs. old. She has begun to make comments about fat people. She talks about my fat arms, legs, belly, etc. She also repeats things she has heard me say such as, my back hurting or my legs are killing me. I am sure you get the picture. She doesn't know how hurtful these sound, after all, she is only 5. But I have also heard the same things from adults, who SHOULD know better. Itr is not always the words, some times it is the stares, or the sideways looks while shopping, eating out, or at the doctors' offices.
I detest the weigh-ins at my doctors. The first thing when they call your name, is say,"We need to weigh you today", before you even get behind the waiting room door. The scales are right out in open view of everyone...in an open area suite...so embarassing...
Finding clothing that fits. I have one arm that is larger than the other due to polio. It is not much of a difference except in arm hole size on fitted dresses. I almost always have to go up a size to fit one arm!
I also have to use a cane occasionally due to polio. I am sure most people think it is because I am too fat to walk. Not true, actually, I get around sometimes better than most people who weigh 300+, but other days...I cannot even get out of bed.
I know this is more than one, but how could anyone pin something down to just one thing when it comes to overweight? It is all bad, I cannot think of one thing that I like about it!
If you have had weight loss surgery already, what things do you most enjoy doing now that you weren't able to do before?
Sleep on my left side. Get up from a chair without thinking about it.
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Sit at my computer desk in comfort.
Read in bed
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Cross my legs, drive in comfort, better and more sex, not feel like a glutton when we eat out-leaving food on my plate without guilt.
Sept 21, 2000
WALKING, PLANTING FLOWERS, Cooking with my granddaughter. Driving and being able to get behind the wheel and FIT! Shopping (spend too much money though). I even enjoy going to the grocery store now and I used to hate that. SLEEPING!!!!! I get enough and feel more rested. Sex still great and always was. Walking out of my clothes literally...my pants won't stay up. I actually enjoy eating now, I didn't before. I just crammed it in, now I eat and love it. BIG CHANGE.