Hmmm, very interesting thread!
Nelie - I think your roller coaster analogy is pretty good. You're right, once you commit to having WLS, you better be committed all the way. Of course, in my case, since I had LapBand, my ride is more like the kiddie train instead of the roller coaster. The ride is much slower (there are still twists and turns to deal with), but in the end you still have to be able to get off the train and know how to keep up the new lifestyle.
Jillybean - I know you're right that with WLS you have to fix the bad habits that lead you to obesity in the first place. My main problem was (and still is!) that I just plain ol' like food. I like the smell, the taste, cooking it, everything about it. I could eat a whole lot of it. It is/was a comforting, accessible, non-judgemental friend.
That's one of the main reasons I like my band. I can still enjoy whatever food I want, I just have to be very careful how much I eat because there is a physical stopping point. I physically cannot overeat most food without it hurting like ****. Been there, done that, will probably do it again, but not very often! Of course, the band doesn't stop me from thinking about how good a cookie or something comforting might be, but it makes it easier to resist. And best of all, it probably won't turn into six cookies if I do indulge.
Lafayette - My advice to you is to do lots of research. If your friend chooses to have WLS, encourage him to investigate all the surgery types. Truly, my WLS was a piece of cake (probably a bad analogy here). I've read lots of RNY & DS stories where people had no troubles either, so surgery isn't necessarily horrible for everyone, especially since so many are done laproscopically. I have never regretted mine for a second.
Jen - to this day, I tell very few people about my surgery, because I just don't want to hear their comments. I'm the one who's done the research. I'm the one who works out 6 days a week. I'm the one who has to make good food choices day in and day out. I'm the one who must live with my decision, not them. Easy way my ***. Smart way, you bet!
Later,
Chickadee
