I have never been delusional about my weight. I am overweight and I have never looked back. I have always been realistic and not let my weight control what I do or what how I feel. I have had weight control issues my entire adult life.
I have tried fad diets, non-fad diets, Weight Watchers, South Beach, among many others. I was just resigned to the fact that I was fat and I'd have to live with it.
I became pregnant after two and a half years of trying. Finding out I had gall bladder issues while I was pregnant I had to go on another diet. With the restricted diet and nausea associated with pregnancy, I got down to the weight I was in high school after delivery of my first child. Eventually I gained most of the weight back.
A year and a half later, I became pregnant with my second child. Once again, I lost the weight I had gained during that time. Once my second child was born, I started having a mild case of post-pardum depression. I regained all the weight I lost plus extra.
Again, I was "okay" with my weight figuring that there was nothing I could do. After talking to my OG/GYN, I found out I had PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome). Finding out I had PCOS, I realized I was not a failure at dieting, but I had an endocrine problem.
The moment of truth came when the family went to Elich Gardens and my children wanted to go on a ride which required and adult to go with them. My daughter had to forgo the ride because I couldn't fit in the seat and fasten the belt. That was the moment I decided I needed to do something about my wieght.
In April, after 5+ years of researching and debating, I opted for Sleeve Gastrectomy. I was uncomfortable with Gastrointestinal Bypass and the LAP Band, so this seemed like a logical choice.
So far I have had so many emotions I have not been able to put them into words, so here I will try.