Showing posts with label weight loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weight loss. Show all posts

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Weight Loss Surgery Is Not a Cure!!

I think that I've said this before but I'm gonna say it again.  Weight loss surgery is not a cure.  It is not a fix.  It is not the end game.  It is not the magic bullet.  It IS a tool.  It is ONLY a tool.  It is only as useful and as helpful as you make it.

Okay, I feel better having said that, AGAIN.

I think that I'm saying it as a reminder myself.  I live it every day, but sometimes, I don't live it like I should be living it.  Um. Like right now.  For about the last 6 months.  There's so much more to bariatric surgery and it isn't the fix it surgery.  I knew this going in.  I knew that it was a tool.  But I'm telling you!  In the very beginning, it can be really persuasive as a cure.  It can really feel like you hit the jackpot, so to speak.  I lost more than 50 lbs in 6 months, like easy.  It was amazing and I felt so good about myself.  It was easy because I was motivated and my new stomach was not so forgiving to errors and overages.  It felt like I had discovered the answer to my life long weight battle. 

Then. Well, the truth is, weight loss surgery isn't a fix.  It is JUST a tool.  So, I'm a little over a year out of my surgery and I have kept off a total of 47lbs.  I have actually gained back about 5-6 lbs.  This same 5 lbs have come and gone a couple of times.  The thing is, I could easily lose interest in paying attention to that scale and say screw it to not watching what I eat and begin to gain back even more weight.  I totally could.  Because the surgery is a tool, not a cure.

Today, I'm feeling motivated by the connection that I made with an old friend.  She and I lost contact for many years but I have recently been back in touch with her.  She underwent bariatric surgery last week.  (I think the same surgery as myself.)  And, after texting with her for a few minutes, I realized that I'm not really committed to the process like I was in the beginning.  And like any other process, it takes effort, committment and persistence.  I've not been giving it any of that lately.  And, I'm struggling.  I'm looking at the scale, wishing it was going down not up and feeling less than happy about what I see. 

But, this, like so many other things in life, require us to renew our committment day in and day out.  I can't just ignore my health.  That sure didn't work for 39 years and sure the hell won't work 39 more.  I have to give myself a break, stop being so critical.  I have to forgive myself for the lapse in committment and get back on that horse.  Get my shit together and do this thing.  It's not easy anymore; it's reality.  I have to make friends with reality.  And that reality is, I have to put forth the effort to be who I want to be and look how I want to look.

So, this glass of Strawberita is a toast to new beginnings and tomorrow is a new day.  I shall renew my committment to myself and get back on that horse.  Giddy up!

Friday, April 5, 2013

Commitment Renewal

It appears that spring has finally found us here in the midwest.  The weather around here is pretty bipolar and we've had unusually late episodes of inches of snow.  It really is pretty....the first 12 inches.  After repeating that on three seperate occasions, snow is just a four letter word.  A potty word.  I don't want to see it any more!  Take a deep breath, Jen.  There's no snow in the forcast....it's okay. 

I think, no, I know the worst part of so much snow is that it really does reek havic on plans for regaining activity after a long winter.  It's been a long winter around here.  I have definitely not done my best to keep active and to keep my metabolism up so that I can continue to lose weight after my surgery.  Actually, I've done a piss poor job of keeping active.  And it shows!!  While I momentously made it to 45 lbs of weight loss after only 5 months post sleeve gastrectomy, I have managed to invite 7 lbs back on.  "Hey there fat cells! Welcome back.  You all are familiar with the territory around here.  You are safe here cuz you know this chick won't be exercising any time soon....".  Um. Yeah.  I'm not real happy to admit that I have gained a little weight back.  I'm horrified, actually. 

But that is okay.  Being horrified is okay.  It's actually a good thing.  It is a checks and balance system.  I'm horrified that I gained 7 lbs back when I imagine myself eating those little meals that my tiny little tummy can only consume.  The horror is really that I may be eating little meals, but I'm also eating little snacks, a little here and a little there.  Chocolate covered pretzel here, crackers and cheese there, Twix bar over here.....  The very bad habits that got me in the place that I pursued weight loss surgery in the first place.

Now let me tell you, seekers of the bariatric surgery.  Bariatric surgery is not a cure.  Let me repeat this to you again.  Bariatric surgery IS NOT A CURE!!  Surgery is not a fix.  It won't make you skinny and it sure as hell won't fix the brain up in your noggin that got you to the place of obesity.  This is a tool.  Surgery is a tool.  It is Weight Watchers, it is the tredmill that poses as your laundry bin, it is the running shoes that lay in the middle of the hall way, it is the tiny plate that you use to eat from, it is the buddy system between you and your co worker.  Surgery is just, and I mean 'only' a part of the process.  Surgery is only a piece of the puzzle. 

I had heard this retoric the first time I was considering bariatric surgery.  "Surgery is simply a tool."  Blah, blah, I thought.  It's going to make me skinny!  I want the surgery! It's gonna fix me!!  But, as time passed and I examined further into the process, I started to see that some of the things that I meant to hold tight to even after surgery were likely not going to be helpful to my success.  And then I started to ask the questions that I didn't want to ask nor wanted to answer.  Am I willing to give up, forever, finally, some things that are not good for me in order to commit to finding health and longevity?  And the real truth is, at the time, a couple of years back, I wasn't ready to give those things up.  I wasn't willing to give those things up.  

Alas, I did a good bit of soul searching and I found that place in my psyche that made more sense than Dr. Pepper.  It said that I really love my life.  I really love my husband and my beautiful daughter.  And I want to be around for as long as I can to see and be with them.  We have a lot of things to do in this old life and if I continue to live the way I am living, I won't be here long enough to do those things.  And while I am here, I'll be miserable and unhealthy.  Damn it, that's not what I want.  So I made that decision to commit to a surgical procedure that reduced the size of my stomach from the size of a deflated football to the size of a yogurt cup.  I made the commitment to my family that I would make changes and do the things that I needed to do to change my risk factors and live a longer, healthier life. And so I did.

You all know about commitment, though.  You all know how tough it is to commit to getting up when the alarm goes off, THE FIRST TIME.  You know how tough the commitment to putting away the pack of cigarettes, getting out of bed early to exercise, taking only one serving, yelling less at the kids, reading more books at bedtime with the kids, spending more quality time with the hubs, saying thank you every time, keeping your middle finger below the level of the dash as you drive...you ALL know the challenges of making commitments, making tough promises.  It's hard stuff.  And I believe it is human nature to not be so great at commitments.  There's so many temptations, so many excuses, so little time.  It's so hard!

So the little piece of wisdom, of insight that I have today is this:  Every day is a new day and every new day is a chance to recommit to what is important to you.  Today, with a little help, I'm renewing my commitment to my health and well being.  And thanks to a good friend in the same boat, I am recommiting to myself.  As long as you draw breath, it is never too late to try again.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The weight loss journey...

Lemme tell ya a little about my weight loss journey.  In all fairness, I think I need to go back a few years.  Let's say...39.75 years.

When someone asks how much I weighed when I was born, most people have the same reaction.  Most women look at me with huge eyes and mouths gaping, waxing on about the suffering that my mother endured.  I was born into this world at 9lbs and 4ozs.  Now, in my defense, I was three weeks overdue.  I would have been a normal sized infant but I didn't want to come out, apparently.  That begins my journey with weight.

Later in my first year of life, I diverged from pudgy baby to a malnurished, skinnier frame due to constant spitting up and vomiting.  My mom tells a story of my dad during this time.  Apparently, they were feeding me rice water and yogurt (an interesting diet probably not recommended in this day and age).  My dad was buying the yogurt and found that the yogurt in the dairy case was expired.  Per my mom's story, my dad became very upset with the market and gave them a good tongue lashing because his baby girl would not be getting the nutrients she needed due to their oversight in dairy dates.

I outgrew the issue that required yogurt and rice water and lived a healthy childhood.  In retrospect and through pictures, I was not an obese child like obese children are today.  I was a little pudgy, mostly vertically challenged.  But I remember a fellow school age girl making a comment to me, one day in the bathroom.  It went something like, "you'll grow out of your baby fat, someday."  Thanks, little girl.  I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Through my early teen years, I felt like I was fat but in truth, I was a little over weight.  Looking back, I would KILL for the weight and body that I had in my teens.  I do remember specifically being 125 lbs when I turned 16.  The unfortunate part was that I experienced a prolonged intestinal illness the summer before I turned 16 and I think that is why I was able to claim 125 lbs on my driver's license.  The closer to graduation I came, the farther from 125 I became.

I do recall my weight at various times in my life, key points.  But I also know that between those key points there may have been higher highs and lower lows than that point.  I remember barely nipping 150 lbs in July 1996, after graduating nursing school and starting my first nursing job (and ending my first marriage).  Of course, that was with the aid of a stressful and  anorexic kind of summer in 1995 and additional pharmacological help in July 1996 from Phen-Fen.  I was looking at relief from an all time high of 211 the few years before.  I know for sure that I was around 170 lbs when I got pregnant, just after my second marriage.  I know that I gained 17 lbs with my pregnancy and did well at keeping the weight off after my baby was born while she nursed.  After she abandoned nursing, of course, the weight came back.  I know that when my second marriage ended, I was pretty heavy, but I can't quantify it specifically. I think I was over my "all time high" by that point.  I'm not real sure, but I think I was around 220 when my third (and final) husband and I met.  After that, the scale was not my friend.  I believe I topped out at near 250 lbs.  WOW!  That is a lot of weight for a 5 foot 1 inch gal.

I started this year, 2012 at around 240.  At that time, I began my plan to have surgery, in earnest.  I started following Weight Watchers as my "physician monitored" diet required by my insurance to be considered for surgery.  I lost nearly 20 lbs over 4-5 months.  It was tough but not impossible.  What I really needed, at that point in my journey, was to see that I could make a change and see results.  Up to that point, I didn't diet much because I always felt so low about myself and I feared the failure.  My significant weight losses had been the result of illness, medication and lies and deceit.  And my weight gains were a result of happiness, unhappiness, divorce, marriage, baby, job changes, life changes and windy days.  I just didn't feel like I could do it.  I was resigned to be fat, forever.

But the ugly truth was that I was unhealthy, developing diabetes, requiring more and more medication to control my cholesterol and I just felt terrible about myself.  I wasn't a good example for my daughter, I wasn't a good example for myself.  I wanted more but I was so scared to fail.

After much consideration, research and soul searching, I decided that I needed another, more permanent tool.  I elected to have a vertical sleeve gastrectomy.  Now, I know this isn't a cure for obesity.  And, I always hear (only in my head) that life changes should be accomplishable without such a severe measure.  But I felt like my life depended on it, my health and well being depended on making a change that I couldn't back out of, couldn't cheat and couldn't ignore.

That's what the sleeve gastrectomy has done for me.  It has given me a tool for success.  A tool that I can't back out of and one that is ever present.  On Weight Watchers, I did well but I could sure cheat if I wanted. And more importantly, I could still over indulge.  The VSG doesn't really let me over indulge.  Let me rephrase that.  I dare not over indulge.  It is simply uncomfortable and painful.  It's a loud reminder of portion control every time I put something in my mouth.

Am I happy that I had the surgery?  I am happy that there was a tool that I found that could help me achieve weight loss.  I'm not so happy that it required surgery, scaring and pain.  Would I do it again?  In a New York minute!  Is it going to be a lasting cure?  That all depends on me.  It has been a tool that has lead me to some real success.  I feel so much better about myself, not just because of the number of pounds that I have lost so far but because of the fact that I am successfully losing weight, successfully making changes in my life, both in my eating and in my activity that has heightened my success.  Do I recommend the VSG to others?  Yes but with a huge caveat.  It is not "the magic bullet".  You aren't absolved of your emotional eating and self esteem baggage just because you have surgery.  You aren't free to eat whatever you want in whatever quantity.  To make this a success, to really glean from surgery what you need to glean, you have to do some work.  Some hard, emotional, soul searching work.  You have to recognize why you overeat, what makes you put the food in your mouth especially when you don't need it.  Most importantly, you have to recognize why you don't feel worthy enough to be healthy, to be a healthy weight.  For me, I am working on being worthy of that, being worth that effort.

It doesn't all get better because of VSG.  There are some tougher issues that come up after the surgery.  I certainly don't enjoy eating like I used to, and I haven't been through a holiday season yet.  I suffer reflux on more occasions than I used to.  My stomach hurts if I don't pay attention to how fast and how much I eat.  There are real differences.  But I guess if there weren't, I'd be in the same boat, huh?!

To date, I have lost about 39 lbs since the two weeks before surgery, a total of 46 lbs this year alone.  I'm not where I want to be, just yet but I am well on my way.  I am happy with the weight loss and I'm happy that I made the decision.  My next goal is to work on getting away from these diabetes and high cholesterol medications and continue to increase my physical activity.  It's a journey, every single day.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

When did this journey begin?

Well, the obvious and smart ass answer to when my journey began would be with my birth, nearly 40 (**chokes and gags**) years ago.  The truth is, this concept of "a journey" kind of kicked me in the head around July 24th, 2012.  That would be the day that I underwent surgery to have a sleeve gastrectomy.  Before going under the knife, I was compelled to do a lot of research (as one should before going under the knife), and I found several blogs related to the weight loss journey that people had embarked on.  I liked the idea of blogs but I wasn't so keen on just writing about my weight loss journey.  What occurred to me, though, was that this decision was only one of many journeys that I have taken in my nearly 40 (**coughing and gagging**) years.  That losing weight is not the sum total of who I am.  My depression is not the sum total of who I am.  My child and my experience as a parent is not the sum total of who I am.  It is everything put together that makes this my journey.  EVERYTHING!

Sure, there are plenty of blogs about nurses being nurses and moms being moms.  There are craft blogs and diy blogs.  There are beauty blogs and blogs completely dedicated to a life altering disease process.  Frankly, I just don't have enough to say about one particular topic like that.  If anyone reading this knows me at all, you know that I have a whole lot of opinions about a whole lot of things.  And I've had a few experiences in this journey called life.

So, read on if you wish.  This is about life's journey every day.  It's about my life and the lives of people I care about.  It's about my journey through weight loss (which is going along smashingly, by the way) and my journey through parenting and depression and the world of crafting and foster parenting and nursing and well, a whole lotta shit.

Hope you enjoy, at least a little bit.