Please, Help Me.
About a month ago I went to see my Doctor – for one reason. I desperately needed/wanted some help with my weight. I’ve had some success with just about every weight management plan out there. But little by little, even after all the losses, I get bigger and bigger.
And here I find myself. I’m 40. I’m frustrated.
I want to live a life of activity (I enjoy being outside, I like moving) – and I don’t want to create medical issues because of this body that I take full responsibility for creating. I know my portion sizes are too large, I like eating. I know carbohydrates are my nemesis, I often eat easy instead of taking a few more moments to prepare something. And its not like I don’t know which are the better foods to be eating! I can read food labels, I even grow a mean vegetable.
So I asked my Doctor for help. I asked him for a referral to a Weight Loss Surgery Specialist. And he gave it to me.
In this moment I am sitting in my car, just down the road from the Surgeons office crying into my KFC popcorn chicken.
I am well aware of how stupid and sad this is. Believe me, I’ve told myself not to be so stupid – treat this as a real good introduction into my life, into my brain. Hopefully today will be the beginning of a journey that will change all of this.
My surgery (IF the team agrees I’m a good candidate) will be through private healthcare. WLS (Weight Loss Surgery) is available publicly in New Zealand however there is no guarantee of me being accepted. My medical insurance covers a significant portion and I’m more than prepared to pay for the rest.
So today I see the nurse for a consultation and then the surgeon. Tomorrow the dietician and the psychologist – and then? Fingers crossed!