I started this blog months ago because I was upset at the way I looked and felt. People told me I was funny, so I kept writing and pretty much laughed at myself for the last two months. I’m not going to lie- my life is pretty damn funny, and I have experienced some crazy stuff during my 25 years on this planet. However, it’s time I come clean. Nine months ago I decided that I’ve finally had enough with the way I looked. I was tired of trying new diets, getting on the scale and being disappointed, and overall just hating the person I was. I decided that after trying Weight Watchers, NutriSystem, Slim Fast, Fat Camp that there was no other option for me but weight loss surgery. I did my research thoroughly and finally decided to do the Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy surgery. In simple terms, this surgery means the doctors cut out 75% of my stomach and take out the hormone which makes me hungry. I never thought that I was heavy enough to be eligible for any type of weight loss surgery, however, to my surprise I was. I had eaten my way half to death.
Last week I got the phone call that I had been waiting months for. Even though the nice nurse advised me that the waiting period could be anywhere from 5-7 years, I got the phone call only nine months after sending in my application. I sat at my desk at work crying hysterically where coworkers around me thought someone had died. I was excited and nervous at the same time, and couldn’t believe I was fortunate enough to get this surgery. My life was about to change forever.
I’m not one of those people who will suddenly lose weight and then lie about it and say I lost it by eating such tiny portions. A heavy person does not overnight, simply start eating bird sized portions. It just doesn’t happen. I’m getting this surgery. I’m starting fresh.
I thank my family, and close friends and Donald and Marg for being so supportive of my decision.
February 4th is the big day.