To Have Surgery or Not To Have Surgery… That Is The Question

This is my third post and I haven’t even began my diet yet and I’m back to pondering the question of surgery. Now, for a long time I was of the view that people who had surgery were at the very end of their options. I always felt that as long I wasn’t thinking that would be MY option than I wasn’t so “far gone.” I guess I thought that they had given up.  As I sit here and think of the pivotal weight timeline of my last post and reflecting on my past failures, I’m starting to mull it over again.

Then I started to think of the people I’ve known in the past who have had various surgeries and lap bands and all was well and good… for a while. Then slowly the weight started to come back as the old habits began to rear their ugly head and their bodies were beginning to acquiesce to time and physiology. I would think that anyone could lose weight if their stomach was the size of an acorn. It’s going back to real life with a body that accommodate more food and you struggle with more stress that you start the climb the mountain of weight again (reference my first post).

Those who have lost significantly and then gain significantly have varied emotions of failure and guilt mixed with embarrassment and disappointment. Could I handle that? I would have a hard time with it. Some of told me that they wish they never did it in the first place.

Then there are the stories you hear of things not working out so well.  I remember meeting a guy drinking in a bar who told me that he lost 300lbs. He instantly captured my attention. He was nearly blind-drunk as he recalled that he was healthiest he had ever been. I was searching for the problem since he was clearing distressed and numbing out. He told me about his son. He was 18 years old and they were both morbidly obese. They decided to get the surgery together and have a support system. He was divorced and the son never really dated and they were looking forward to going out.  The surgery’s went perfectly - or so they thought. The father was fine and doing well. The son started to have complications and they couldn’t understand what was happening. As it turns out they nicked his liver and he passed away. This man looked me dead in my face and said “I would rather be fat forever and have my son. Just wanting to look better killed him and essentially killed me.”

Then there are the shining lights. Those people who have successfully had the surgery and modified their lifestyle habits and have not gained the weight back. They are fit, active and healthy. As much as I long to be one of their number I am sitting here right now doubting. Will my past equal my present of limited success and yo-yo cycles?

Did you have surgery? Would you do it again?

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