I was so desperate about my weight and my failure to lose it that I was considering getting a gastric bypass. That is the surgery where they make your stomach the size of a walnut and limit the amount of food you can eat at one time. It is very dangerous and is to only be used as a last resort. That’s where I found myself. My doctors agreed that the only way I could lose any significant amount of weight was to have this surgery and it was my only hope of ever being normal. The more research I did, the more I was convinced it was my only option, too.
I went to an information meeting at a local hospital and learned everything there was to know about gastric bypass. I heard about all the horrendous side effects coupled with medical statistics stating “if you’re fat, you’re fat forever and you have about a .00001% chance of ever losing the weight on your own, so you better have this surgery or you’ll eventually die anyway” (my paraphrasing, but still the same idea).
Even after all of that, although it was extremely depressing to think of how awful my life could be if something went wrong, even though it was possible that I could DIE, I still saw it as my only option. I went through all the steps to qualify for the surgery. Every appointment that passed which brought me closer to the surgery stood as confirmation that it was my only hope.
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