I've always been big. Like, real big. And it never really bothered me. I kept up with people, did what they did, did more than what they did, and had a good health record all the while tipping the scales. I was a healthy fat person. I tried to lose weight, I really did. You name the diet and I probably did it. But, I would be successful, then not so much, and I'd be higher than where I started.
Suddenly I realized I was getting a little slower, and while attempting another crazy athletic venture I injured my knee and hip. This injury would literally wake me up in the middle of the night, because I rolled onto my left side. Then I realized something drastic had to happen.
My husband and I had been married for a year and we were talking about kids, but with both of us being bigger people, we both worried about fertility. Then, life opened up...
Was that too dramatic? I think I've led you on.
He got a new job with a temporary pay cut and would be higher in salary than he was in just a few years. So why would we stretch our dollar more than it would be by bringing a kid into the picture?
That's when Bariatric Surgery entered my vocabulary. And that's where my story starts. I'm going to leave it there because there is a lot to the story, and I'm trying to catch you up on the last seven months of my life while letting you know what I'm up to today.
So there's more.
There's a lot more.
But I'm going to keep you waiting. Here are some main points that may interest you:
- I live in Maryland and had my surgery at Johns Hopkins
- For reasons I will get into later I had a Roux-En-Y Gastric Bypass
- I had my surgery on May 31
- My story of January to May 2017
- Tips on food
- Tips on exercise
- Crocheting, gaming, and other crap that just jumps into my brain
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