Sweet Peaches
I am a 34 year old woman with a wonderful, supportive family. I have a great job at which I have celebrated much success. Not to mention, I have plenty of friends too – enough for me anyway. In general, my life is pretty normal. But as you can imagine, life at 402lbs is difficult, painful (both physically and mentally), and anguishing to say the least. Having gone through my entire life overweight, I thought that being content with the fact that I was fat was the best way out. So on occasion I would mentally change who I am and what I’m made of. AND I WAS REALLY CONTENT…until something not so unusual would happen to ruin the “temporary” comfort of living in this body – yes, “temporary”; you all know that it wouldn’t last. As I said, the not so unusual things would happen like: I’d be seated in a booth that I can’t “fit” in; I decline an evening to the movies with my friends for fear of not being able to “fit” in the seat; I’d have to just dream about wearing that really cute outfit I saw in the store window because I’m well beyond size 26/28 or 30/32 for that matter; and the list goes on and on……. So now that the temporary feeling of contentment is gone, the truth rears its ugly head: I’m still fat and I still have to struggle to “fit” in this world. Well, you know what comes next; I go on diet after diet, only to yo-yo and gain even more weight. The day I weighed in at 402lbs was the most devastating day of my life. In the days before that upcoming appointment to see my doctor, I dreadfully anticipated the scale would read over 400lbs; and it did. I remembered the times I would tell myself I would never get that far gone; but I am. Nevertheless, after brooding in the devastation for several days, I soldiered on. I’m pretty good at keeping things normal; so no one knew my heartache. After living this way all my life, I’ve grown tired of it. I have been researching gastric bypass for some time now. After learning that my insurance company would pay for the surgery, I decided to go for it. If I could take the risk of an early death by not doing anything to improve my health, the risk of having the surgery would be well worth it. At this point, I’m going through the process of obtaining everything the insurance company needs. If all goes well, I will be on the losing side by mid October. It seems like forever, but my doctor will be on maternity leave. Upon her return, she will have other lives to save before mine. Thank God for sending angels like Dr. Weaver to us. I welcome everyone to visit my blog and read about my journey to a life I have longed to live. I ask that you keep me in your prayers as I will keep you in mine. Until next time……
