I started to cry this morning.
One girl in my group's ambition was to walk past her ex-husband and his family once she was at her goal weight. She had surgery, reached her goal, met a wonderful guy and now has two beautiful babies. I don't know if she ever walked past the ex's family.
Real life begins where your comfort zone ends
on 1/12/16 1:39 pm
I feel good for you. It's great to finally get that stuff out of the way, get the procedure....and then what? This is the part I hated, The "what do I do now" question is, or rather was, the best thing to happen to me. I'd had the surgery, gained 11 pounds from the fluid and gasses. So, I woke-up heavier than I started. This wasn't waking up to a new life.
The work started the day of surgery, walk, walk, walk was the orders from the doctor. Sip, sip, sip, was the orders from my nurse.so, back below 400 I went. then 390 then 380 etc...Eating 600 calories a day, walking 2 miles a day + walking at work. Supplements, vitamins. Protein was my mantra.
Now, at 260 and 6'2". I still feel huge and I played H.S. football at this weight. Then the loose skin came, and the joy increased. I still have some residual pains as before. It's better than being big. My wife loves it. But then came the hormone dump at 4 months out from surgery and I nearly just gave in to the depression. But some good people here helped me realize I needed professional help to deal with it.
My point to all of this is: The surgery is not the finish line, the insurance companies sometimes make us feel that way. The race only begins the day of procedure. Then the work starts. Each one of us individually determines our own level of success, through hard work, diligence, motion, and organization, these are your friends. Also, find some smart people to follow here, there are some very smart ones. This is a journey.
Good luck to you CMR1075.
