Surgery is No Magic Bullet

I’ve been reading some posts of some of the newbies over at OH.  It amazes me at how they want instant gratification from surgery.  They want it right now, and I can certainly understand that.  I lived my life at SMO (Super Morbidly Obese) and I can absolutely understand the deep seeded need to Not. Be. Fat. Any. More.  Probably better than anyone.

But what I want to scream from the roof tops is “TAKE YOUR TIME!”  Take the time to research research research.  Not just about your surgery, but about your body, your surgeon, the program, the aftercare.  What will you need to do to be successful at this program?  If your surgeon does not offer that type of counseling ahead of time, then go find it somewhere.

I was lucky.  My insurance company REQUIRED me to do a physician’s monitored six month weight loss program.  And although I was impatient to get things started, I found that six months incredibly valuable at learning what makes the surgery work, and what the main causes are of people who are not successful.  I also learned how to define my own success by learning to set mini-goals for myself as opposed to one big picture goal that would serve to drag me down and suck the life out of me.

Surgery isn’t an overnight cure for obesity.  It can be a cure for some of your co-morbidities such as diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol, but the weight doesn’t just magically fall off the night after your surgery.  You have to work your tool.  The surgery isn’t the cure.  It’s the whole aftercare program that makes your surgery work.

You have to have your head in the game.  Without that six months of research prior to my surgery, I’d probably have not learned vital quirks about my own body and what made me super morbidly obese to begin with.  I wouldn’t have learned about my triggers and what I need to do to avoid them. 

Surgery is life changing.  Do your research and learn what you will need to be a success.  It’s well worth it in the end.

Saggage and Baggage

I have a tremendous amount of excess skin already on my upper arms, butt (yay) and thighs.  The part that really bothers me is my upper arms.  I’m starting to get rashes and infections because of it, so yay, that means more than likely, PS will be paid for by my insurance company.

However, I need to be at goal for 18 months.  So, yeah, two years off it probably is.

And its getting hot outside.  I want to be able to wear cute short sleeve shirts and tank tops.

Ain’t gonna happen.

Bat wings away.

But, it is what it is.  I can flap my arms all I want, but at least I don’t weigh over 300 pounds anymore.  Yay for that.

I know I owe a more substantial post, and you shall get one…I’m swamped at work and have the big walk coming up on Saturday.  Can’t wait to post pictures!

Closing In On A Big One

If I can hold and out lose 3 pounds by next Thursday, then I will have officially lost 100 pounds in a one year period.  Of course, it took me six months to lose the first 17, but I’m quickly closing in on my century mark.

Prior to surgery, weightloss of any kind was a struggle – a struggle physically and mentally – both of which were equally weighted (haha, no pun intended).  Surgery has made things so much easier physically to lose weight, but I honestly feel that the mental part has really clicked this time. 

Before surgery, if I cheated, I wrote it off – you know, “Oh, I’ll just jump back on the wagon with my next meal,” or…”I’ve been so good I deserved that.”  Blah blah blah.

Since surgery, I know that if I eat something I’m not supposed to eat, I’m one of the lucky ones that will literally get physically ill.  I find myself asking ahead of time, “Will the physical pain and illness be worth a chocolate chip?  Um, no.”

I have grown so much in this past year.  I have opened myself up to better health, physically and mentally.  I have expanded my horizons.  I have achieved things I never thought possible.

There’s no turning back for me.  My new life has afforded me a ticket to endless possibilites and dreams.

Kind of makes that hundred pounds seem minor, doesn’t it?

One Year Ago Today

One year ago today, I attended the Bariatric Seminar for Upper Chesapeake Bariatric Surgery, and I met this man:

Dr. Stephen McKenna.

After months of searching, I found the surgeon who I knew made me feel like home.  One year ago today, I met the man who would save my life.  And I am eternally greatful.

Dr. McKenna – thank you so much for giving me my life back.  You have no idea how much I love you.

Shameless Self-Promotion

OK, I’m not begging, only I am. I have two weeks and a few days left until I put on my big girl panties and walk 6.4 miles for the March of Dimes. Pretty PU-LEASE to be sponsoring me?

Go here – please!!!

This is a big deal for me – the last time I did this walk was 7 years ago – before my heart attack.

I Have What?

So, for the past couple of weeks, my right hip has been clicking and popping and generally giving me a fit.  I was worried that my new exercise routine had caused a stress fracture (ok, ok…I’m staying away from google from now on) so I called and made an appointment with my PCP.

I went in yesterday and they weighed me (228 still  – yay!), took my blood pressure (110/70) and asked me my symptoms.  So, when the doctor comes in, he says, “So, your blood pressure is up.”  Um…up from a dead person, maybe, but other than that, its totally in line with what it should be.  Then he prescribed me Diovan.  Which I just got off of.  Yeah – I’m so not taking that.

Anyway, he finally gets to my hip pain – has me lay on the table, and proceeds to take my right leg and try to turn it into a pretzel.  Um, ow.  “Does that hurt?”

What gave it away?  That scream of pain?  Honey, if I could do that pose naturally, my husband would be the luckiest man in the world.

So, he pokes and prods some more (ouch…ouch ouch ouch…) and then tells me I have bursitis.

Now, at least it’s not a stress fracture.  But it is a pain in the butt.  Ha.

Immediately, he tells me he’s going to prescribe me motrin.  Which I can’t take.  People with newly engineered bionic stomach pouches can’t take NSAIDs.  I couldn’t take them even before surgery because they caused me to vomit.  So, then he wants to give me a cortisone shot.

Not happening.

I had a shot back when I was having knee issues – about 3 months prior to my surgery.  I did nothing for the pain, and caused my blood sugars to go to the 400s.  I literally had to take a day off from work last time I had a short.

So I declined.  He said, well, there’s not much more I can do except give you some exercises.  Um, that’s what gave me the bursitis to start with…LOL

So, now I’m banned from any strength training with weights for my lower body for 6 weeks.  No eliptical for 6 weeks.  I am not allowed to run (but am not allowed to run anyway because my knee is bone on bone).  I can swim, bike, walk, and do the prescribed therapy exercises.  And, and and and, I can use alternating ice and heat therapy.  If it gets worse, I’m to call my ortho.

Can I just tell you how nice it is to go to the doctor with an ailment and NOT have him tell me I hurt because I’m fat?  Oh yeah.

So, I have my first official sports injury.  Ha.  Never thought I’d say that….like ever.

But I can still walk in the March of Dimes March for Babies in May…so pretty please with sugar on top, sponsor me?

MUAH!-

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