Two years ago, I was at the end of my weight-loss rope. Logically, I knew what to do: eat less, exercise more. I even accomplished losing almost 30 pounds; so yes, that does work. But there is a giant “but” to that equation. You must ALWAYS do that – forever.
As a morbidly obese person, I had about 120 pounds to lose, and a mere 25-30 pound loss didn’t seem to be a drop in the bucket to me. After losing it, I didn’t even look much different than I did before. People really couldn’t even tell I’d lost anything. I worked hard to correct the years of overeating and poor care for my body, but I couldn’t seem to keep it up long-term. It was completely overwhelming to me. As always, I grew weary of the uphill, hopeless battle, and began giving in to my cravings and making excuses to skip out of my exercise. After the downhill slide, I ended up right back where I was. Defeated, and still obese. Beating myself up because I didn’t have what it took to meet the goal. A loser. A failure.
By this time, I had entered my 40’s, and my body started letting me know that disease was just on the horizon. High blood pressure, high cholesterol, mega-high triglycerides… and diabetes was knocking at my door. Not to mention the pain of arthritis, and painful hips, knees and feet. My poor body. What had I done to it? God gave me a perfectly healthy body, and I royally screwed it up.
For several years, in the back of my mind, I had wondered about weight-loss surgery. I even knew some people who’d had it done. But it was really expensive, and my insurance didn’t cover it. Plus, I’d heard horror stories about it. That was scary. Even so, it wouldn’t hurt to learn about it, would it? So, I searched the internet, learning the basics of the different kinds of bariatric surgeries available. Were they successful, long-term? What were the dangers involved? Was it worth the money? Were there health benefits? Could something like this really be within my reach financially?
Hmmmm, I guess you will have to read my next blog to find out what happened.