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Fulfilling goals of a lifetime, with help from bariatric surgery

Fulfilling goals of a lifetime, with help from bariatric surgery

Nothing prepares you for the feeling of walking into a store and finding something that fits, off the rack, after years and years of having to order from specialty stores. No one can prepare you for the feeling of being able to sit down in an airplane seat, cross your legs and not need an extender for the seat belt. And absolutely nothing in life prepares you for the feeling of sleeping without snoring, walking up a flight of stairs without getting winded and exercising without feeling like you’re dying.

While that may not be much for some people, for me, being able to do those things is a huge step.

About a year ago, I wrote a story in which I described how Reddit “bullies” pushed me to fight my weight gain. I had reached rock bottom. I was 26 and 323 pounds. It was then that I decided to do two things: get gastric bypass surgery and change my eating habits while seriously focusing on making exercise a priority.

In the six months since I’ve had the surgery, it’s been small victory after small victory. I’ve lost close to 100 pounds and am much healthier overall.

I was even able to finish a triathlon, something I thought I would never, ever be able to say.

Shedding ‘fatlogic’

The weight loss surgery process can be a very lengthy one. For me, it was a six-month period of introspection. The insurance company required me to do six months of guided weight loss, as well as a visit with a therapist. This period of time, while nerve-wracking, forced me to look at my health in a new way. In the months leading up to the surgery, there was a barrage of doctor visits to look at everything, no stone left unturned.

I couldn’t hide from the doctors anymore. I couldn’t hide from weigh-ins or from the scale. Once I looked at my blood work, reality set in.

I was slowly killing myself with food.

One of the things those months revealed was my unhealthy relationship with food. Food was my antidepressant, my drug. When I was sad, I ate. When I was happy, I ate. When I had a bad day at work, I ate. My life revolved around my next meal.

Going to therapy helped me to identify some of these habits and identify trigger points.


During those six months, I also had to confront the green monster growing inside of me. Since I started my weight loss journey, my friends kept encouraging me to read success stories to help keep me motivated, but there was a point when those stories depressed me.

I was so envious. When you’re fat and someone you know is losing weight, you can’t help but compare yourself. It’s a horrible feeling. The idea that someone could do something I couldn’t do hurt, and the envy fueled excuses and hatred. I did all that sitting on the couch watching TV or on Amazon, shopping for miracle weight-loss cures.

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