You all don’t want to hear how I got to be 200 lbs — do you? To make a long story short, there were fertility drugs and pregnancy losses in there and just plain eating crummy. I have a blog about the life after pregnancy losses, but here I want to focus on other stuff.
So, one day in April 2010 I went to a seminar about weight loss surgery and the rest is history. I had to do a 6 month medically supervised diet that turned into like 10 months of jumping through hoops with my HMO. I swear they wanted me to fail so that they wouldn’t have to pay for it. Finally, on January 25, 2011 I had surgery on a freezing cold day. Our furnace died like 2 days before and we bought heaters at Walmart to keep our pipes from freezing.
I went in on a Tuesday morning and by Thursday afternoon (in a blizzard) I was home resting with my Vicodin and the furnace guys. On Saturday morning, the visiting nurse pulled out my drain & I felt a ton better. By Monday and Tuesday I was rolling around town in my little Jeep buying more yogurt.
And that was the beginning. It was freezing cold, I could eat about half a yogurt at one sitting, and I was already down to about 180.
(This is a picture of me just before surgery all high and shit. Am I flashing gang signs? I have no idea.)