"Having surgery is just a cop-out..."
"Gastric Bypass is just because you are lazy..."
"This surgery won't change anything because you won't change..."
Above are some of the negative things I have heard in reaction to my decision to procede with Gastric Bypass.
These comments are from people who know nothing of the world of obesity, nor do they realize that this is not an answer. It is a tool to help me in making a lifestyle change.
To me, I always have been a person who really does want so much out of life. I always wanted to be able to do the simple things and enjoy the same things that "normal" people do. Swimming, hiking, skiing, flying on an airplane without having to book an extra seat because you are fat... just to name a few. I could go on....
First of all, just to get this out there - this is MY decision.
I am looking forward to being able to take my sweet, angel of a son to Disney World. To be able to get on the teacups with him and to be able to chase him around all over the place! Those are things that I cannot do because I am FAT! I am changing my life starting NOW! He deserves to have a mommy that can not only stand in the bleachers at tee ball, but one who could also be out there playing tee ball! Get the gist?
Also, just to share with some of you the road I have come down, below are some pictures of me from when I was in high school. I was 198 pounds. I have never been able to shop out of the Plus Size department for pretty much my entire life. I think I got fat somewhere around the age of 8. My parents were divorced, my dad was suicidal and unstable - all in all a bad father to say the least, and my mother did the best that she could to raise me on her own without HIS help. Rather it be giving me candy and treats because she thought she was making me feel better, or by just letting me have what I want because she loves me and not realizing the damage that this behavior could one day cause.
No, my mother did not ever do anything that would harm me on purpose. In her eyes, she was always just trying to make me feel like I was "complete". I guess you'd have to be in the situation I was to understand.
I never really knew that I was "fat" until i started noticing boys, and one boy told me he did not like me because I was "fat". The rest is history, and a long line of painful and difficult self image issues, which dug me an even deeper hole of misery.
I met a young man my freshman year in High School. We became friends. He wouldn't date me though. He liked the Barbie Doll types. I knew this. He went away for the summer after he graduated, and I moved into the sophomore year of high school when he returned. We began dating, but this only after I had dropped a few pounds. Through the course of our "on again - off again" relationship, he would make comments about me. He would cheat on me with girls half my size, and this took its toll on my self esteem.
It didn't take very long before I began skipping meals, and I would barely eat in front of him - since he was always around, that meant I would get about 1 meal a day.
This lasted for about a year, and I lost about 30 pounds. (which brought me to the 190's).
I met a young man through a mutual acquaintance not too long before the previous guy and I broke it off for good. This new guy always made me feel like I was worth something. I hid my problem from him, and he had no idea what was going on with me at this time.
In a way, even though it didn't last too long, I think the Lord put this young man in my life at just the right time. It helped me realize that I did not need to put myself through all of the pain I was enduring just to make someone else happy, because in the end I would only make myself miserable.
After college, I began working and reconnected with some old friends from school. Through them, I also reconnected with the man who is now my husband. We knew each other from school, and even though I had put on a significant amount of weight, HE loved me just the way I was. From the time we were married (in 2007) up until last year, I have been researching and considering bariatric surgery. I wanted to share that with those of you who may be contemplating surgery yourselves, because it is a very serious decision. It has taken me three years to decide that this is what I need to do.

Well, for now I am going to sign off...be back soon!
*skinny dreams of skinny jeans*
-Elizabeth