colleenrn79
I have always been overweight. Always. I had to have special uniforms in grade school made for me because I couldn't fit into the regular ones that everyone else bought at the uniform store. I never played sports, or participated in gym class. I always had an excuse. My weight continued to rise and rise and rise. Pretty soon I just stopped getting on a scale and stopped caring. I lost weight a few times, always regaining it plus an extra 20 or 30.
At 25 I already had high blood pressure and was prediabetic. By the time I was 28 I had full blown diabetes and was on five different medications. I was nearing 30 and wondering if i would live to see 40. I felt horrible. No had no energy, I was always sick, and I had no desire to live my life. It was all that I could do to get out the door and go to work.
I decided that I was at the end of my rope. Drastic times call for drastic measures. Weight loss surgery was my last hope at a life. I wanted to have a baby with my husband, and when I topped the scales at 306 pounds on my 5'1" frame I knew that was just impossible. (I also added polycystic ovary syndrome to my list of health problems and wasn't even ovulating).
So, I made my decision and I went ahead with the appointments and workup for gastric bypass. I also got to add sleep apnea to my list of weight related health problems!
Even as they were wheeling me into the operating room I was unsure of my decision. When I woke up and it was over, I felt like I was reborn. I haven't looked back since, and for once, I can't wait for every new day.
