Describe your behavioral and emotional battle with weight control before learning about bariatric surgery.
I've been heavy since the age of 5. If you look at my pictures when I was 4 years old I was a normal sized child, thin and cute. Then, you look at my pictures of me when I was 5 and I was a chub. My parents divorced when I was five and I don't know if that had anything to do with it and I've never gone into therapy to find out but you can see the obvious difference. I believe I was 10 when I went on my first diet. It was so hard. Especially in my little mind. I wondered why I had to eat differently when all my friends were not. It was always "why me?". As I got older I grew heavier. Every year a few more pounds but always more than my friends. And even my "friends" made fun of me sometimes. That hurt the most. The people you thought were your friends were hurting you just as much as anyone else. I was heavy in high school but I was very outgoing and I did have boyfriends and go to the formals and such but I knew I was still heavy. I tried weight watcher, the Cambridge diet, fasting....you name it. I was very athletic and I think that is what kept me from really ballooning. However, after high school, I wasn't so active and the weight really came on. I still dated but there were those guys who actually came out and said that they couldn't continue to see me because of my weight. I did illegal drugs to bring my weight down. Mainly, speed. It worked for a short time but I knew it wasn't the answer. I would get frustrated and then to mask my pain and frustration I would call up a friend and we would go shopping and then go out and have a nice meal and a few drinks. My first marriage was a disaster. The breakup of it wasn't due to my weight but me being in such a dysfunctional relationship in the first place was directly related to my weight and my self-esteem. I didn't start dating again for about 5-6 years and then I made sure that the men I went out with were aware of my size ahead of time. I put personal ads in the paper and described myself honestly. I met my second husband this way. I've never told my family but my close friends know. I guess I still hold on to that embarrassment. Like I couldn't go about it the normal way or something like that. I'm not sure. So, my husband marries me when I'm 245 lbs. and loves me for me. But, the problem is, I don't love me. I continue to gain weight. Especially after two more pregnancies. Finally, in 1998, while working for a health insurance company and seeing all these authorization requests for gastric bypass coming through, I began to consider the procedure for myself. Most of the case histories that came through seemed very close to home. Their (the patients') stories were my story also. I left that job and became a stay at home mom and I put on even more weight. I finally topped out at 280 lbs. and that was it! I was determined to NOT hit the 300 mark. I made up my mind. We had decent medical insurance and so I went to a seminar and started talking to people, gathering as much information on the different procedures as possible. Of course, my insurance company only contracted with certain physicians and, so, my choice of surgeons was limited. However, I found one that I really liked and set up a consultation. We went over all my co-morbidities, such as hypertension, depression, reflux, heartburn, diarrhea, degenerative joint disease, exercise induced asthma, and other minor but irritating problems. At the end of the appointment I scheduled the surgery. We didn't even have authorization yet but my surgeon assured me that that part would be taken care of. I was so worried. I didn't want to get myself worked up for nothing. Especially without an authorization. Food was all-consuming. I ate all the time. When I was bored, when I was reading, when I was checking my email, and family gathering were especially fun. There was always plenty of food but I hated having my picture taken(for obvious reasons). I just knew that diets were no longer a choice. My grandmother even offered to send me to weight watchers again if I decided against the surgery or if it didn't get approved. I just chuckled to myself. Food is my drug. It's harder to get a compulsive overeater to stop their bad habit than it is to get a heroine addict off the drug. My situation called for medical/surgical intervention. I'm only 5 weeks post-op but I would do it all over again. I've lost 28 lbs. and although I haven't lost as much as others at this point, I am confident I can do it. If anyone thinks that this is any EASY way out, they have not idea what they are talking about. You have to relearn how to eat. Your entire lifestyle changes...for the better.
What was (is) the worst thing about being overweight?
Besides all the feelings I had in the past, I think the worst thing about being overweight was the way I felt about myself. I never felt good enough....for anything. I have a very strong personality and I would hide behind that and make like I was okay with my body. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I didn't want to go to my husband's company functions because I thought I would embarrass him (even though I knew he really wanted me there). I didn't want to embarrass my daughter at school or at dance class. Some of those ballet moms can be quite snooty and all the more if you don't fit a certain image. All this just built up and sat on my shoulders like a big rock. I just want/ed to feel good about myself.
If you have had weight loss surgery already, what things do you most enjoy doing now that you weren't able to do before?
Well, I'm still holding off on climbing the trails at Yosemite, but I have more energy for the daily stuff. Laundry, washing dishes, cleaning the toddlers' room, just getting out and about.