I have been down this road before. I have lost and regained the same 100-120 pounds several times. I have quit, gotten sick and relapsed. A cancer of the soul?
My doctor told me that in order to get a needed surgery, I needed to have a different surgery first. Bariatric surgery.
Me?
Well, yes. Today I stand at 5'8" and 280 pounds. I am 49 years old and tomorrow is my orientation meeting at the bariatric center in the large city that I live in. The process to get bariatric surgery is long and intricate. It will take more than 6 months, probably nearly a year. I don't know if I can manage that. Time will tell if I am strong enough. I don't feel very strong right now.
I am currently on antibiotics for the fourth flare up of diverticulitis. I have been cursed with this disease since August of 2013 and it is still with me a year later. The only sure fire remedy is a bowel resection. That means removal of the large intestine or part of it. And even that is not a sure remedy, because there will still be diverticula in my digestive tract.
I choose to do this because I don't have any more time to pussy foot around with weight loss. It's a life or death proposition.
I have started logging my foods again, started swimming mildly (15 minutes of laps or so) and walking. I am not pushing myself too hard because I know that in the past I have gone FULL BORE and have burned out.
Moderation is my watch word.
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