15 November 2006
“Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be…”, to borrow a line from the Beatles’ “Yesterday”. Except I am, precisely. And twenty-one months ain’t exactly sudden! But hey, I think I’m entitled to a little lyrical license, having tipped the scales at 135.0kg at Wednesday night’s weigh-in, precisely half what I was when I embarked on this little weight loss crusade last January.
“Yesterday” also talks about troubles being so far away. That got me thinking about where I was last January, so I looked back over what I wrote in considering surgery. In making the decision, I set down all my reasons for doing it and all my quality of life issues. It was pretty basic stuff, stuff that’s taken for granted by most people but less than two years ago, it was my reality.
Some of the things I wanted to achieve:
Nearly two years on and I've managed all of the above and more, with the possible exception of wanting to get out of bed in the morning, but being a lazy ass is part of who I am and always will be. That AIN'T gonna change!
So now, perhaps some stats are in order:
Unlike some other more comprehensive bariatric surgery procedures, the Tube Gastrectomy doesn't do the work for you. It doesn't give me a license to eat. What it does for me is to gently remind me to stop when I'm snacking down on something more-ish, since it's purely a stomach reduction. It doesn't cure grazing as the scales have proved only too often in the months post snip. It's enough for me, though, and I'm very happy with the results I've achieved with the aid of Mercy Bariatrics.
Next update, at goal!
The images at left were taken by Leon at my first consultation in January 2005. Those on the right were taken Thursday night (Thanks Max!).
And the last one was taken at the Pride fair at the beginning of the month, with Paul Hayter from BearsPerth.