My Story

So here goes nothing. This is a little blog I just started (with lots of help from the techno nerd husband) to document my journey with the Gastric Sleeve (VSG) and the resulting weight loss and joys and sorrows that are associated with such a drastic life-changing event. My intentions for this blog are completely self centered and driven solely by my narcissistic need for attention and an open place to rant and rave, share and bitch. Hopefully a place to look back at and see the journey taken, the path walked and eventually…the results.

So let me tell you a story. The story of me, the story of heavy me. We could use words like obese, morbidly obese or even super morbidly obese if you would to go the medical route. OR we could go the fluffy, thick, or even the visually disgusting plump if you want to revert to your childhood or minimize the impact I’m doing to my body. No matter what words you use I need help.
Ten years ago I was sitting in a doctors office going over details of gastric bypass surgery. Talking about the positives and negatives. Talking about the percentages, skin aprons and even the boost in my sex drive. I wasn’t convinced. I was young. I could do this on my own. All it would take is a bit of willpower and a bit of working out. I would change my life. I would be thin. Then my father died. Then I graduated college. Then I got serious with a boy. Dating. Moving. Job. Moving. New Job. Building House. Suburbs. Marriage. Baby. Shit! It’s been 10 years. Here I sit at the grand age of 33 heavier then I’ve ever been.
My body hurts. My mattress has permanent indention from my ass. I feel fat. I have a beautiful son who deserves a healthy mother. If I were to stay at my current weight, or with my record even heavier, my life shorter with him and the quality of life I have with him will not be what he and I both deserve. It’s time. SO….I started doing research and decided the gastric sleeve or VSG is the way for me to go. I want to assure you that I’m not rushing into this transition it’s been years in the making, so has my ass size by the way. I know this is the change I need.
I’m still far off from my surgery. According to the puppet master AKA the insurance company I have six months of dieting with my doctor before I can approve surgery. Currently I’m on month two. My doctor is all for the surgery. She is currently having me journal both food and emotional to track my behaviors and triggers with food. She also believes a heavy dosing of anti-depressants will help. If all goes well I will be having the surgery in December.
I have much to share. I have much to tell. I’m hoping this forum will allow me the honest transparency it’s going to take for such a dramatic life change. I promise to be honest with myself. I promise to be open with my writing. I am making this change and I welcome you to come along with me.