Coping with Losing
After 8 months of no's I finally recieved a yes and I am now scheduled for hand assisted RNY. What a relief. I am exicited and worried at the same time. It is frustrating to look at myself and say I am doing this for myself and family yet I did not take successful steps to prevent the need. Maybe I am being to hard on myself. It really bothers me should something happen to me my children will return to moms full time my wife will be with out a husband and my children will lose contact with her. Wow I should be a motivational speaker. I thought for a bit if something should go wrong what do I want to say to my family and how. I started to type a letter and two lines in I was as emotinal as when Jim Brown got shot in "The Dirty Dozen". Seriously though I questioned my sanity. I know why, I know how and I know what will happen if I don't but right now I am feeling a little weak in the knees. Surgery is in two weeks and I would like to relax a bit before hand. Anyway just logging in that I will be a big loser soon but I am a bit apprehensive at this point.
Don't worry, very few people have any major problems. That said, I outright encouraged Bob McQ. to have the surgery. Chances are you (and still he) will be happier and healthier because of it.
I wasn't about to die when I had the surgery, I just wanted to look good and feel good. I'm thanking the heavens every day for the surgery when I go out and run sprints, practice running technque or a when young babe gives me a flirtacious smile.
But you're right your chances of spending a lot longer time here on the planet with your family are increased. Go for it. You should relax.
Dave
Davo,
I understand exactly what you mean, and have went thru the same stuff the last few days/weeks. I finally got approved myself a couple of weeks ago, (just waiting on date), and the reality is really hitting home.
As others said, I've gone from weepy scared (hard for a big guy to admit) to actual fist pounding rage at myself for putting myself in this position. It's an emotional thing. I've tried to be all logical about it, and it doesn't work. So, as someone told me...... 'plan for the best, be prepared for the worst'. I am planning for a wonderful future, free of the weight that holds me back. I'm planning a return to things I used to do, places I used to go, job changes, vacation possibilities, etc.. (sky diving anyone?) On the other hand.. I've been doing a lot of soul searching. Talking to God, my wife, making sure there's nothing left unsaid. Made sure the 'just in case' stuff is up to date... bills taken care of, wife knows bill payment schedule, life insurance is ok, contact numbers for insurance, human resource dept, etc. That's all we can do... plan for the best, be prepared for the worst. To me tho, the benefits FAR outweigh (lil pun there) the risks... I keep asking my self... how many 600 pound old men do you KNOW? or... 500, 400.... even... not many. It's about what 'might' happen vs what 'will' happen if I don't lose the weight. Dale
Yes, almost definitely. I started at 375, and today I weigh 240. When I get below 200, I think I might celebrate by sky diving. As for the OP's worries, I didn't really have many. Girlfriend's have criticized me as being a bit cold/calculating, and I am a natural risk taker. I admit that it was probably easier because I am a single adult who doesn't have a wife or children depending on me. But for me it was an obvious "good gamble," the risks were acceptable and the benefits very high, so I just said yes and accepted the outcome. And the outcome, so far, has been pretty sweet.