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My BMI was 68 when I started the program last May. At my first post-surgical check-in it was 59.8, and I think you can see my current BMI on my ticker below. Feeling GREAT about myself! Even better
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I'm Chris. I'm 50 years old. I had my vertical sleeve gastrectomy last Tuesday, February 12, on my 50th birthday - my present to myself lol! Here's my story. I've been overweight all my life, and h
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When I was a teen, I had a fabulous life. I was very active: In high school, I played basketball, folleyball, badmitten, swam in competition, was a member of the Saddle Club, and was a "modern dancer." After I graduated, I went dancing 3 times a week, joined a Ski Club, spent summer at Lake Michigan and Wisconsin, danced often in sock hops at roller rinks, went almost weekly to the world's largest amusement park, and had at least 2 boyfriends at a time. Interestingly, I weighed 116 lbs. at 16, 120 lbs. at 20, 130 lbs. at 30, etc., etc. For the most part, I was pretty slim, never really had a problem with weight or eating. Then a series of medical events led me on a downward path where I began to gain weight. Took steroids while receiving chemo, and began putting on weight like mad.
Like others who didn't gain weight until a major life event occured (having babies, etc.) once I started to put weight on, it was like a train rolling downhill. The more time passed, the faster the train went, picking up a lot of extra weight as it rolled along. By 2011, I weighed over 400 lbs.
It is now 2 years since I began my Quest for surgery. I went from being totally rejected by the first doctor, to rejecting the second doctor (we actually got into a confrontation) to wasting my time with more doctors, who wouldn’t take me for various reasons, mostly because they wouldn’t take Medicare.
Finally, I went back to my first choice, Dr. David Provost, some 40 miles away. One of my challenges was finding a way to get there. I’m too big to drive my car. I no longer use a walker and need someone to push my wheelchair. Once I solved the travel issue, I was ready to surge ahead. But I had to jump through a bunch of hoops first. I’m on my last hurdle, cardiac clearance. My cardiology appt. is next month, so I hope surgery will follow soon afterwards
Getting everything arranged for the surgery is hard enough, but since I live alone and have to take care of everything myself, it’s even harder. My size at nearly 400 lbs. creates a lot of problems. Couple that with arthritis for which I take Vicodin and Ibuprophen, and things get complicated.
Some say they wouldn’t have my persistence. As I see it, however, it’s my life I’m dealing with. Between being in pain and not able to do much, the future would be unbearable if I didn’t have slimming surgery to look forward to.
It has been a very long road. It’s hard to imagine a time when it will be over. But that goal keeps me trudging forward, one step at a time. I stay positive most of the time because opening the pity door is a dead end to nowhere.