When I was a kid I was always the awkward cheerleader in the back row. I was the chubby, uncoordinated one who was always two steps behind the rest of the group.
My friends were wearing clothes from the little girl’s section, and I was already in the teen’s department because of my weight. I was called tub of lard, fattie, lard ass, and any other creative saying kids could come up with to describe someone with a weight problem.
I tried every fab diet, including Atkins, Medifast, Slim Fast, and diet pills. I’d lose some weight but gain it back and then some. I was sick and tired of being sick and fat.
In June of 2007, I began my first journey into having bariatric surgery. I say my first because I didn’t deal with some of my demons initially, and they came back with a vengeance.
In 2014, I had my second bariatric surgery. I remember saying “I’d rather die than be fat again”. Funny thing is, in my pursuit to lose the weight I had regained, I almost died from surgery complications.
Doctors only breeze by that what if’s like complications, the mental battle, the divorce rate, and transfer addictions. In my 9 years as a bariatric patient, I have dealt with most of these things and want to share my story with others.
My website and blog will feature the less glorious side of weight loss surgery. Sure, I will still celebrate those non-scale victories that we all encounter on our journies. But I will also provide the weight loss surgery community with the things most people struggle with and ways to overcome them.
No two weight loss journies are the same. Come celebrate the victories and get support from others who have struggled like you.