I had been over and over in my mind weight loss surgery for a decade now! I always thought I could lose it naturally.

What the final straw for me was today when my Primary Care went over my MRI of my stomach with me and lectured me for an hour on how I am close to have a cirrhosis of the liver! Plus I am hypertension and high cholesterol and metabolic syndrome. I mean I'm a walking time bomb for my life to end.

I am only 33!

I will not die!

This has become health to me more then anything!

So what was your guys's final straw?

Lisa

Go sleeve

Stay away from the lapband.I say sleeve because you want to bear children...seems safer.

My last straw was when my husband lost his job secondary to disability and I gained 50 lbs in a year following a crazy hike where I tore my knee meniscus. Prior to this I had been doing weight watchers for 5 years and it is a great program. But I could never keep the weight off. always had to follow weight watchers to the T and work out to lose any weight. The problem with my knee got in the way. I like to be active and I try to ski 25 days/year. This past year secondary to my weight and my knee injury, I could barely ski. I pride myself on doing exciting things like ziplining, going on crazy amusement park rides and doing high wire challenge courses. At my current weight I cannot walk without getting winded and cannot do all the things I love to do. I had looked into WLS 2 years ago but was abou 10 pound shy of qualifying for it. I have struggled with my weight throughout my life despite the fact that I have been successful in most other aspects of my life. I am developing some comorbidities (borderline hypertension and I don't sleep as ell as I used to and think I might be developing sleep apnea. I have lost 50-70 lbs at least 10x in my life and it is time for me to do something different! My surgery is scheduled for Sept 2.

My "last straw" was a lot of things all piled up. The first being that I nearly lost my 6th child during childbirth, because my body couldn't handle the stress of being so heavy and going through ANOTHER pregnancy. My heart rate dropped suddenly and my OB informed me if she did an emergency Csection we would both die and if she did nothing at the very least the baby would die. After a lot of begging and screaming for help, she came up with forced dilation and manually ripping my baby girl out of me. My weight nearly cost her her life and I was the only one responsible for that. She lived and is perfectly fine, but that guilt really took a toll on me and the antidepressants to make it "ok" enough to get through my days, took it's toll and I gained another 100lbs on top of what I already had within literally 6 months. Then one day quite by random I stepped on the bathroom scale and it went over 400lbs. I cried myself to sleep for weeks. I started investigating wls again because I wasn't ready in my 20's but no food was more important than my kids are to me. Before I got far we ended up accidentally pregnant(essure failed) so I was pregnant again and terrified since I nearly killed my other baby with my weight and here I was over 100+lbs more and with a damaged cervix from the other birth to boot! I ended up with gestational diabetes and informed that within 5 yrs most people develop full on diabetes. Around this time my uncle died from diabetes and heart disease related illness and then my water broke 2 months early and I was in a similar position of body wasn't up to labor and it took 2 days to get my labor started and no doctor in the hospital wanted to touch me to do a csection because they said at my weight it was blind stabbing in the dark. They didn't know what to do so they kept pumping me with more and more calicium infused pitocin til eventually we were at the "death hour" the moment when they had to do something because the baby was suffering from the infection I developed and my labor wasn't progressing so we were going to get sent to another hospital and their "obesity team" we're going to try to wing it to open me up with my OB to get the baby out. Luckily for me, he decided to come out on his own 15 mins before they were getting ready to load us up for what was sure to be his and my death. When I got home from the hospital, I looked into wls online but I couldn't do anything because I needed to nurse my baby. He was very weak in the first few months and he needed that from me. So I tried dieting on my own and when he turned 1 in June, I decided to get started. The guilt that my weight has nearly cost me 2 children is something that will keep me motivated always.

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My "last straw" was a lot of things all piled up. The first being that I nearly lost my 6th child during childbirth, because my body couldn't handle the stress of being so heavy and going through ANOTHER pregnancy. My heart rate dropped suddenly and my OB informed me if she did an emergency Csection we would both die and if she did nothing at the very least the baby would die. After a lot of begging and screaming for help, she came up with forced dilation and manually ripping my baby girl out of me. My weight nearly cost her her life and I was the only one responsible for that. She lived and is perfectly fine, but that guilt really took a toll on me and the antidepressants to make it "ok" enough to get through my days, took it's toll and I gained another 100lbs on top of what I already had within literally 6 months. Then one day quite by random I stepped on the bathroom scale and it went over 400lbs. I cried myself to sleep for weeks. I started investigating wls again because I wasn't ready in my 20's but no food was more important than my kids are to me. Before I got far we ended up accidentally pregnant(essure failed) so I was pregnant again and terrified since I nearly killed my other baby with my weight and here I was over 100+lbs more and with a damaged cervix from the other birth to boot! I ended up with gestational diabetes and informed that within 5 yrs most people develop full on diabetes. Around this time my uncle died from diabetes and heart disease related illness and then my Water broke 2 months early and I was in a similar position of body wasn't up to labor and it took 2 days to get my labor started and no doctor in the hospital wanted to touch me to do a csection because they said at my weight it was blind stabbing in the dark. They didn't know what to do so they kept pumping me with more and more calicium infused pitocin til eventually we were at the "death hour" the moment when they had to do something because the baby was suffering from the infection I developed and my labor wasn't progressing so we were going to get sent to another hospital and their "obesity team" we're going to try to wing it to open me up with my OB to get the baby out. Luckily for me, he decided to come out on his own 15 mins before they were getting ready to load us up for what was sure to be his and my death. When I got home from the hospital, I looked into wls online but I couldn't do anything because I needed to nurse my baby. He was very weak in the first few months and he needed that from me. So I tried dieting on my own and when he turned 1 in June, I decided to get started. The guilt that my weight has nearly cost me 2 children is something that will keep me motivated always.

If I hear one more time that people can't be addicted to food, I'll scream. If the above story does not make folks understand that this is as powerful an addiction as any other drug, I don't know what will convince them. While my story is not as harrowing as yours, I too put myself in very difficult circumstances due to the excess weight I carried.

I watched a program last night about a morbidly obese woman in Miami on the TLC channel and she was so frustrating because she did not seem to take her situation seriously and was looking at WLS as an easy fix. She was told over and over that she was risking her health and unfortunately she did die shortly after having WLS. It was a frustrating and heartbreaking hour I spent watching this train wreck. Usually they have an epiphany and start to make positive changes..but not this woman. And then she paid the ultimate price by dying. I suspect many of us have had those moments...where we knew this was a life or death situation.

I never really felt that i was that over weight. No one said anything. I had no trouble with men. I married my soulmate. He always says you can't hide beautiful. My mother-in-law said something to the affect of her son always dating thinner woman. I don't think she meant anything about it, but it hurt and made me think. Then I got the pictures back from Hawaii. OMG! That couldn't be me. I started trying all sorts of diets. Loss 50 pounds, gain sixty back. One day my husband and I were listening to the radio, a commercial came on. My husband said I want to grow old with you. We were both obese. Him more than me. He was starting to have major health issues. That was the last straw. We decided to do it together.

My "last straw" was a lot of things all piled up. The first being that I nearly lost my 6th child during childbirth, because my body couldn't handle the stress of being so heavy and going through ANOTHER pregnancy. My heart rate dropped suddenly and my OB informed me if she did an emergency Csection we would both die and if she did nothing at the very least the baby would die. After a lot of begging and screaming for help, she came up with forced dilation and manually ripping my baby girl out of me. My weight nearly cost her her life and I was the only one responsible for that. She lived and is perfectly fine, but that guilt really took a toll on me and the antidepressants to make it "ok" enough to get through my days, took it's toll and I gained another 100lbs on top of what I already had within literally 6 months. Then one day quite by random I stepped on the bathroom scale and it went over 400lbs. I cried myself to sleep for weeks. I started investigating wls again because I wasn't ready in my 20's but no food was more important than my kids are to me. Before I got far we ended up accidentally pregnant(essure failed) so I was pregnant again and terrified since I nearly killed my other baby with my weight and here I was over 100+lbs more and with a damaged cervix from the other birth to boot! I ended up with gestational diabetes and informed that within 5 yrs most people develop full on diabetes. Around this time my uncle died from diabetes and heart disease related illness and then my Water broke 2 months early and I was in a similar position of body wasn't up to labor and it took 2 days to get my labor started and no doctor in the hospital wanted to touch me to do a csection because they said at my weight it was blind stabbing in the dark. They didn't know what to do so they kept pumping me with more and more calicium infused pitocin til eventually we were at the "death hour" the moment when they had to do something because the baby was suffering from the infection I developed and my labor wasn't progressing so we were going to get sent to another hospital and their "obesity team" we're going to try to wing it to open me up with my OB to get the baby out. Luckily for me, he decided to come out on his own 15 mins before they were getting ready to load us up for what was sure to be his and my death. When I got home from the hospital, I looked into wls online but I couldn't do anything because I needed to nurse my baby. He was very weak in the first few months and he needed that from me. So I tried dieting on my own and when he turned 1 in June, I decided to get started. The guilt that my weight has nearly cost me 2 children is something that will keep me motivated always.

If I hear one more time that people can't be addicted to food, I'll scream. If the above story does not make folks understand that this is as powerful an addiction as any other drug, I don't know what will convince them. While my story is not as harrowing as yours, I too put myself in very difficult circumstances due to the excess weight I carried.

I watched a program last night about a morbidly obese woman in Miami on the TLC channel and she was so frustrating because she did not seem to take her situation seriously and was looking at WLS as an easy fix. She was told over and over that she was risking her health and unfortunately she did die shortly after having WLS. It was a frustrating and heartbreaking hour I spent watching this train wreck. Usually they have an epiphany and start to make positive changes..but not this woman. And then she paid the ultimate price by dying. I suspect many of us have had those moments...where we knew this was a life or death situation.

I definitely can't pretend I don't have an addiction, but it's mostly sugar addiction over quantity or quality. Even when I tried to be good and kept the cupboards and fridge clean of sweets, I'd get desperate enough to eat sugar out of the bag. It's sad because I've always been so careful to never drink alcohol, smoke, or do drugs because I've seen the power of addiction and how they lose control of themselves, but the one thing I never thought to protect myself from is what I became addicted to. hoping when I get the bypass that I get lasting relief from it. I've had horrific side effects from fat and dairy when I had my gallbladder out so the idea of possibly dumping will be a good motivator to not cave besides my kids.

I am a metatastic breast cancer survivor....I gained all my weight back and This is scary

I had started the WLS program a few years ago and got vasculitis. The drugs they had to give me wouldn't be good with surgery in general let alone WLS. After the vasculitis went into remission I got pregnant.

For 8 months I had the cutest little squirmy squishing my stomach and as far as eating goes it was heaven. I actually lost weight during my pregnancy. A month after she was born I got down to 209 (smallest I've been in over 10 years) and I tasted onderland.

Then the bottomless pit of breastfeeding kicked in and my weight skyrocketed and I ballooned. I'm done breastfeeding now. I saw my doctor about a weight loss pill and she said there was no point, I'd just gain it back and said I should get the surgery. I looked at my kids and that was that.

I had started the WLS program a few years ago and got vasculitis. The drugs they had to give me wouldn't be good with surgery in general let alone WLS. After the vasculitis went into remission I got pregnant.

For 8 months I had the cutest little squirmy squishing my stomach and as far as eating goes it was heaven. I actually lost weight during my pregnancy. A month after she was born I got down to 209 (smallest I've been in over 10 years) and I tasted onderland.

Then the bottomless pit of breastfeeding kicked in and my weight skyrocketed and I ballooned. I'm done breastfeeding now. I saw my doctor about a weight loss pill and she said there was no point, I'd just gain it back and said I should get the surgery. I looked at my kids and that was that.

i'm glad I'm not the only one who gains while breastfeeding! If I try to cut calories back my body is all like "oh no we are starving!" And holds onto everything! weaning my baby has been bittersweet though. He's my last and I really did enjoy nursing my kids and that snuggly closeness, but my weight is literally falling off now. I've had him off the tap for about a week now and I've lost 5 whole pounds!

My final straw was this: I fly a lot for work. The seatbelts kept getting tighter and tighter. I was so embarrassed, one time I could barely get the arm rest down and I was sweating the whole flight thinking the stewardess was going to notice and force me off or make me pay for an extra seat. The guy next to me was extra grumpy about it too - but who could blame him? Mortifying experience. I dread flying. I can't wait for my surgery!!

I've been thinking about weight loss surgery for about 2 years after a back surgery. I was trying to lose weight on my own and would lose a couple lbs a month but then I had this surgery and gained weight. I tried a diet again and couldn't get back in the grove. This summer I hit 293. That was my wake up call.

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I haven't decided to have surgery yet, I'm here to help me decide if I want to or not. I heard about WLS about 15 years ago, and read that there were a lot of complications and death, and it wasn't recommended at that time.

However, I knew that I'd revisit the idea in a few years. I wasn't ready to commit anyway, lots of issues and thought sugery was cheating, because it was the easy way out. Heh, so ignorant.

Anyway, last year I was diagnosied with diabetes. It's been mild, I've only seen my sugar above 300 once, but it's also been hard to control. I was on 2000 mg of metformin and 1.5 mg of trulicity (a shot taken once a week, worked great for the numbers but made me throw up). I ended up in the hospital last week with metabolic acidosis. My diabetes drugs may have contributed to that, my uti might have, a combonation of the drugs and infection, we don't know.

Yesterday I was having issues with my sugars, and one of my good FB friends messaged me to tell me she'd had the sleeve done years ago, was off her meds now, looks good, and can eat just about whatever. No dumping syndrome, no complications.

So, here I am. Research, learning what to expect, and what complications there could be. I want to know everything, good and bad. (I always do this before surgery, even mild ones like the gallbladder.)

Honestly, I'm not thrilled about the idea of another surgery (I've had my tonisils out, my gallbladder, a tube/ovary removed, and a patella realignment) but I'm having trouble dieting on my own. I did weight watchers for a year, before my depression kicked me off of the program (the depression is under tight control now). I tried it again for two-three months and kept losing and gaining the same two pounds.

I'm scared. Scared of complications from diabetes. It's a lot more serious a disease than I Thought it was at first.

My final straw (s) were when my bed broke because of my weight. I bought a new bed and that broke too. So I bought a third bed and well, let's just say Ive spent the past year sleeping on a mattress on my bedroom floor..

Oh jeeze March. I'm so sorry. Our bed broke once too because both and my husband are overweight. So we fixed and reinforced the crap out of it.

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Sadly it's only me to blame for the bed(s) breaking, my husband is only 119 lbs..(cringe*)

Oh well, hopefully it won't be too long until I'm sleeping off the floor