Introducing myself
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Hi all - I don't have my sleeve yet, but I'm heading that way, as soon as I can solidify financing with crappy credit (compliments of my ex). I'm glad to see a forum dedicated specifically to VSG, as I'm not really a fan of the "my surgery is better'n yours" mentality that can happen in a few other forums. The only place I've never seen flaming is at Bariatrictv.com (I highly recommend the podcasts as they are funny and informative)
Anyway, just wanted to say hi and that I'm glad to find this place, even if the person who sent me the PM on OH is a "deleted profile".
Now I'm editing because I realized I have forgotten to give my story
I'm a PRE-pre-op living in NC. I began thinking about WLS several years ago, but have been trying to get surgery since January of this year. I spent years before that telling myself "it's a cop-out" or "the easy way out" or "what's wrong with you, no willpower?" In short, I was ashamed of even thinking about that option. In my family, you just had to "tough it out."
But that was then, this is now. I have battled my weight nearly all my life. I was not overweight as a child or teen. I didn't have a weight problem, but I already had an EATING problem. I was just active enough then that it didn't pile onto my thighs.
I also used dexatrim, other diet pills, and street speed (yep, that desperate) to lose weight and keep it off as a teenager. Then, at age 19, I had a baby and got married, and that eating problem became apparent.
My husband was emotionally distant, so I ate. I had post-partum depression, so I ate. I ate when sad, angry, happy, etc. It's no wonder considering my entire extended family were Foodies. My father owned great restaurants, and was an amazing cook, as were my stepmother and my mother, so no matter where I was, all activities revolved around food. Even funerals had tables just groaning with comfort foods like barbecue ribs, prime rib, cheesy potatoes with salty bacon, you name it. I associated food from small childhood with joy. So when I wanted to feel joy, I ate. I'm still a foodie, and love to cook, though I try to make healthier choices in what I cook these days.
I've been on every diet I know about, including Atkins, Carbohydrate Addicts, Protein Power, Weight Watchers, Volumetrics, and the list goes on. I read every diet book I could get my hands on - Stop the Insanity, Atkins, French Women Don't Get Fat, even Dr. Phil's stuff, and I don't even like that guy
And I discovered something - every single one of them worked. All of them had good things to say, and I lost weight on all of them. Problem was, I would lose anywhere from 10 to 60 lbs, and then gain it all back plus more. I lost a bunch about 11 years into my marriage after stepping on the scale and crying for days that I was 320 lbs. Then, I found out why my husband was emotionally distant - turned out, he was gay and faking it all those years. I was bowled over, and I started smoking again, AND eating everything in sight. We stuck it out for 10 more years (don't ask LOL), and I just vascillated. I didn't get back over 300 lbs again, but since then I have remained in the 250 to 280 range. I'm 283 right now.
I got separated in 2006, divorced in 2007, and started losing weight again. Guess what? Nope, I didn't keep it off. It's not what I don't KNOW. I work in mental health, I accept the issues, I've worked on the issues, I know what to eat and I'm good at eating what I'm SUPPOSED to - but I eat too much of everything. I LOVE FOOD. All kinds, from healthy to non-healthy. And, just like the skin, if you stretch the stomach out far enough, it's not going to "spring back" into shape once you stop filling it so full. So when on a diet, I feel like i"m starving all the time. I rarely feel full, unless I've stuffed myself to the point I want to take off my pants and put on a robe.
I just turned 43 years old, and I want the second half of my life to be NOT constantly losing, then gaining, then losing, then gaining. I want to be healthy, and be able to run and bike again, like I did way back when. I want to be able to play a game of tennis and not wonder if those chuckling people outside the fence are laughing at the fat chick playing tennis.
Someone did say something to me once. He yelled out of the back of a pickup (and there was a CROWD of people there waiting for the annual town parade), "What are you looking at, you fat b**ch?" Me being me (already a chick with an attitude), I yelled back a line from a movie I'd remembered: "I thought it was my mother's old douchebag, but that's in Indiana!" People laughed. I put my sunglasses down over my eyes and smiled, but I was hiding the tears.
I'm done feeling like I somehow don't DESERVE this, or that this is how I"m MEANT to be. I have become a confident, self-sufficient woman. I have great friends. But in this one area, I need a tool to help me. I need something that is going to make me sick if I shovel food in fast instead of savoring every bite, so I welcome dumping or feeling sick if I eat one bite too much. But I need it soon, because the second half of my life has just GOT to go better for me than the first. And I don't want to spend it struggling with food.
So, hi.
Edited by Kristopia
forgot my story