I was crying so hard I had to pull over to the side of the road. I had just been to Sonic and wolfed down loaded tots, chicken fingers, a slush, and a blast. I felt so hopeless and alone. I was not truly enjoying life and I was ashamed of my addiction. I called my mom (who also has weight problems) and told her I couldn't do it anymore. I told her I was out of control and wanted surgery. I know the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem but I had been admitting I had a problem for four years. It took those four years of constant yo-yoing to finally do something about it. Thankfully my parents helped pay for the surgery and I chose a doctor in Hattiesburg, MS, that one of my friends had used for lap band surgery. I didn't contemplate any other surgery or weight loss plan. Lap Band is what I wanted and I made an appointment to see the doctor the next week.
When I met Dr.Girod, I pretty much immediately knew he was going to be my surgeon. He was professional but seemed to have a good sense of humor. He also seemed to handle my rapid fire questions rather well. I also related well to his bariatic coordinator and after about an hour of questions and answers they set me up for surgery 13 days later.
I did not have a difficult time sticking to the diet. I used Isopure shakes and drank chicken broth every night and ate about half a box of sugar free popscicles every night. I was also smoking about a pack of cigarettes a day (which the coordinator said wasn't a problem) and I developed bronchitis when I tried to quit around day 8 of the diet. On day 13, they refused to operate as they were concerned about me aspirating. I was devestated and immediately went to my favorite Chinese restaurant and ordered Coconut Shrimp, Combination lo Mein, and egg rolls. I had no idea how impossibly difficult the next few months would be trying to resume the liquid diet.
I think I rescheduled surgery a total of 6 times... all because I could not stay on the diet for 14 days. I was obsessed with food. I felt like each meal was my last. I'm shocked I only gained about 18 pounds because I ate like I had never tasted food before, I decided to start the diet one last time on July 19. Around midnight, I frantically drove to Taco Bell and ordered about $15 worth of food, which is a lot of food for Taco Bell. I did the same thing the next night. By the grace of God ( as well as forcing myself to look in every window, mirror, and reflective surface I passed), I managed to stay on the diet after that. July 3rd was my surgery and I am so excited about what the next year holds for me! I'm also scared as I've been hiding behind my body and eating my emotions on and off my entire life. I dont' know what my life will be when I'm half my size. But I can guarantee that it will be half the pain and twice the rewards.