The Decision...
Alright let's kick this thing off with a little post about how I ended up here at the beginning of this new life change. I apologize in advance if it's a whole lot of rambling nonsense.
My journey down the path of bariatric surgery really started with a throat infection and laryngitis. After a week on the treatment plan my normal Doctor had given me I was getting worse and not better so I jumped online and cyber stalked an old Doctor of mine who moved away but had always been good.
One trip to Dianella later and I walked out of his office feeling like someone finally cared about my long term health and not just the then and there problem. Without me saying a word he started asking me if I felt tired during the day, had headaches when I woke up, had threatening dreams and a whole list of other symptoms I said yes too.
It was because of those questions and some tests we found out i had pretty bad sleep apnea, I stop breathing around 17 times an hour for around 23 seconds each time.
He was also the first doctor to ever ask me if I had considered Bariatric surgery. And if he had asked me a few years ago or even a few months ago I might have refused to even consider it.
I'd of course thought about it over the years but never thought it was for me. I spent alot of my life thinking it was the cheats way out mainly because I didn't understand it properly but there was also a level of jealousy there when you look at these people with amazing results it was easier for me to think they cheated somehow.
However the more people I personally knew who went on the journey the more I began to realise it wasn't a cheat, it was a tool to help the diet and excersise work more efficiently. It wasn't until a very good friend of mine who is going through the journey asked me if I'd ever consider it a few months back. At the time she asked I still said no, it wasn't for me, I wanted to do this the hard way.
But the more I thought about it and the more I looked around and saw all these amazing people in my life who had done the surgery and were happier and healthier for it the more I began to question why I was determined to not try this tool to effective weight loss. And I realised it was because I was scared, plain and simple I was scared I wouldn't get the results they did, I was scared if I did I wouldn't be me anymore and I was scared that my husband who fell in love with the big me wouldn't love the thin healthy me if I got there.
The moment I realised I was ready for this life change was the moment the Doctor asked me in that office with my husband by my side if I had ever thought of bariatric surgery. I was still scared but with Callum by my side supporting me I knew it was time to take charge of my life again, to work toward losing the weight so we could have a better chance of growing our family beyond our many fur children.
The more of my family and friends I told of my decision the less scared I became because I realised just how much support and love I would have on this journey. The first appointment with my surgeon was terrifying and I dragged my mum in with me, since she was a nurse I wanted her there in case I ended up lost and confused amongst medical terms I didn't understand.
Dr Harsha wasn't like that however, he was down to earth and friendly, even starting the appointment with a joke, asking if my purple hair was contagious. He put me at ease and really helped me understand why the surgery was sometimes the only way to shed the kilos and how important it was to use the surgery as a tool not a solution, it still takes hard work, determination and a whole lot of mental strength to ensure you get results.
So there you have it, my rambling story on how I came to be a month and a bit out from taking the plunge into bariatric surgery, I can't thank everyone enough for all the love and support I've already received just in this decision making process and I am now excited to get to the other side of surgery and really start fighting for what I want which is a healthier life, reduced sleep apnea symptoms and a better chance at starting a family with my amazing supportive husband.
xx Sarah
However the more people I personally knew who went on the journey the more I began to realise it wasn't a cheat, it was a tool to help the diet and excersise work more efficiently. It wasn't until a very good friend of mine who is going through the journey asked me if I'd ever consider it a few months back. At the time she asked I still said no, it wasn't for me, I wanted to do this the hard way.
But the more I thought about it and the more I looked around and saw all these amazing people in my life who had done the surgery and were happier and healthier for it the more I began to question why I was determined to not try this tool to effective weight loss. And I realised it was because I was scared, plain and simple I was scared I wouldn't get the results they did, I was scared if I did I wouldn't be me anymore and I was scared that my husband who fell in love with the big me wouldn't love the thin healthy me if I got there.
The moment I realised I was ready for this life change was the moment the Doctor asked me in that office with my husband by my side if I had ever thought of bariatric surgery. I was still scared but with Callum by my side supporting me I knew it was time to take charge of my life again, to work toward losing the weight so we could have a better chance of growing our family beyond our many fur children.
The more of my family and friends I told of my decision the less scared I became because I realised just how much support and love I would have on this journey. The first appointment with my surgeon was terrifying and I dragged my mum in with me, since she was a nurse I wanted her there in case I ended up lost and confused amongst medical terms I didn't understand.
Dr Harsha wasn't like that however, he was down to earth and friendly, even starting the appointment with a joke, asking if my purple hair was contagious. He put me at ease and really helped me understand why the surgery was sometimes the only way to shed the kilos and how important it was to use the surgery as a tool not a solution, it still takes hard work, determination and a whole lot of mental strength to ensure you get results.
So there you have it, my rambling story on how I came to be a month and a bit out from taking the plunge into bariatric surgery, I can't thank everyone enough for all the love and support I've already received just in this decision making process and I am now excited to get to the other side of surgery and really start fighting for what I want which is a healthier life, reduced sleep apnea symptoms and a better chance at starting a family with my amazing supportive husband.
xx Sarah
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