TTitus780
My name is Teresa and I am 29 years old. I had Laproscopic Gastric Bypass on March 30, 2010. I had my surgery at Danbury hospital in CT and cannot be happier with my surgeon and all the medical staff. My surgery went great, no problems--had my mom and husband at my side the entire time and am now on the liquid only diet--which just plain sucks.
I've been overweight since I was 6 years old, I was always the fat kid in class and always got teased. I stayed to myself--it was easier than being a target of all the teasing. By high-school I was having bad panic attacks due to being teased and basically was homeschooled my freshman and sophmore year. The entire time, my weight just kept climbing--I remember my doctor telling me--before I started high school--that if I didn't lose weight and get in shape, I was going to get diabetes--being a teenager I didn't really pay attention--so I just kept doing whatever I wanted.
After graduation, I really wanted a boyfriend and figured the only way to get one was to be thinner, so I started working out like a maniac and measuring everything I ate--It worked, I lost 64lbs and looked awesome and felt awesome. I met my husband in 2000 and of course you get comfortable in a relationship, we ate out alot, but I was still working out and the weight started creeping back up, and up and up...I was exhausted all the time and decided to go to the doctor and low and behold, I have and underactive thyroid, so they put me on meds, but that was the start of all my health issues. It turned into a vicous cycle--I developed several major health conditions (polycystic ovarian syndrome, acid reflux, anxiety, depression, irregular heart rate and then in 2003 diabetes struck)--the more I had wrong with me, the more depressed I got, the more depressed I was, the more I ate, which put on more weight and made me physically sick--here I was at 23 taking 10 pills a day!! Yet, I did nothing.
I married a wonderful man and he has been by my side since day one and he actually likes me heavy, but he was worried about my mortality and so was I. My cousin had WLS in 2007 and was doing great. She's a foodie like me and I saw how fabulous she was doing and after picking her brain during a family trip, I decided to get WLS. It's the hardest choice I've ever made, but I KNOW it's the right one. I'm only 2 weeks out and definitely struggling--mentally, emotionally--I can't hide under food anymore, but I know I will be a better person mentally and physically after I get through all these hurdles.
I am on here to find friends who are going through the same issues--someone who can relate to what I'm feeling mentally and physically--This is a TOUGH journey, but I'm glad I started it :)
