Major life decisions
I am getting gastric bypass. Controversial, I know. I started the process a year ago and am finally prepared to schedule the surgery. Yesterday was my Dr recheck, today I had a pint of blood drawn. Wednesday is my sleep study, and the following week I start attending the support group.
Being obese is not fun, it was not a choice I made. I DID choose the foods, however, and I take responsibility for getting myself in this place.
I know I can diet, or just “quit eating” or “just exercise more”, as I have been told in the past. As a teenager I battled bulimia and compulsive overheating (and then purging). I am suffering from a neurological disorder than has a direct correlation to weight and this surgery has been advised to me by my neurologist, psychologist, primary care, and now a surgical specialist.
I’m scared, yes. It is a major life change. But I’m also excited to shed this extra 100 lbs and dig back out ME. I have children I adore, a career to grow in, and a bright future. It will be fantastic to not worry about the shunt in my spine working, or huffing up and down the stairs between my office in the basement and bedroom on the second floor.
I’ve already begun planning a special family vacation next spring. One where I’ll be able to run and keep up with my children, without getting winded. Where I won’t have to worry about weight limits, or tight rides.
My kids will have a mom to be proud of, and I will have a bright future.
