I have made a big life-style change. A decision that literally will stick with me the rest of my life. On Jan 13, I had a vertical sleeve gastrectomy. It's taken me 15 years to get to this point, but I finally decided that my obesity was more life threatening than the surgery.
I started the journey in Nov 2011 when I attended an information seminar from Floyd Baratrics. I pursued the idea of the surgery with fits and starts until I got serious in July 2013. I just had enough with the weight. By the time I started the two week pre-op diet Jan 1 (propitious day, eh?), I weighed the heaviest I have ever weighed in my life. I lost 8 pounds. I have lost an additional 11 as of this morning, making it a 19 pound weight loss. I'm OK with that - I'm not feeling like it's "real" yet, until I see it stay off and I get down another 27 pounds. I don't know why, but that weight will make it seem "real."
The surgery was more intense than I anticipated. I guess I'm a "pie in the sky" kind of person. The recovery is taking longer than I wanted - which makes me mad which makes me push which makes me overextend -- and I end up worse than if I hadn't pushed.