Almost 8 years...
I had my surgery December, 2004 - in Massachusetts. I did so well my surgeon told me I should be the poster child for gastric bypass. Success felt good. I would carry a photo of me before the surgery to remind me where I was - the mirror showed me how far I had come. I was doing so well, I didn't worry about support groups, didn't worry about foods - after all, I can't eat enough to gain weight. Then I moved to Florida, under stressful conditions - leaving my closest friends behind. I was 5 months out when I moved. In Florida, I made new friends - boyfriends. I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to have men watch me walk - come up to me and talk to me. My adult daughter said it was crazy how men would walk right past her to talk to me. I was on top of the world! I found a job at the hospital I had always wanted to work at - was able to buy MEDIUM uniforms. Not 1x or 3x - MEDIUM. OMG!
One man became very special to me, and we decided to be exclusive. We went to dinner frequently, he was a very sensible eater, and played tennis four times a week. Great motivator, right? But then...we started not getting along as well, one breakup, got back together. Two weeks later a breakup, got back together again. He bought me a beautiful little ring, a heart-shaped ruby on a delicate filigree band. It was his promise to be my one and only - I think he was allergic to the "marriage" word. He asked me to move in with him - I said let's wait awhile and see if we can stay together longer than a couple of weeks. He was okay with that. It was May, 2006.
So I moved in with him in September, 2006 - it was too far to commute to my dream job, so I took a job at the same hospital where he worked. Much less money, like $2.00/hour less. The work was harder, but the people were pretty friendly. He and I worked almost the same schedule, so we saw each other often. I thought my future was all set. But...by the end of October, he was restless. He felt crowded, he couldn't put his car in the garage (my stuff was in there), he felt I had abdicated my dog's care to him...so many fixable problems. Guess what? We broke up. I was devastated, he wanted me to take my time moving out - and expected me to still sleep in his room. Whoa, Nellie. No way.
I called my former employer, that dream job, and asked for my job back. I would have begged, but she didn't make me. She was wonderful and asked how soon could I start. I gave my two week notice, then started the commute of one hour each way to work. And then, at his home, I didn't know what I should be doing. So I would eat. Potato chips, chocolate, anything and everything. One day I stepped on the scale and I weighed 180 pounds. Holy hell! When did that happen? But I didn't worry about it.
I moved into my own apartment the first week in December, was happy to feel secure in my own space again. Somehow, I also developed an addiction (yes, addiction) to M&M's Plain. Had them with me all the time. Even at work, they were in my pocket. My co-workers would call me the M&M girl. Christmas came and 5 people bought me SIX-POUND bags of M&M's Plain. Seriously. I ate them too. One day I notice that I am barely below 200 pounds. OMG. I remember the day I broke that 200 barrier after surgery, barely four months after. Pre-surgery weight was 267.
Much more has happened since then, the bottom line is my husband (a different man) of 5 years is now living in Indiana and I am in Florida. I was the one who walked out, now I think it was a big mistake. I have made a lot of those. At least he and I are still talking. In March of this year, the doctor's scale said I weighed 267 pounds. No. It cannot be. I have gained back each and every pound I lost. I have no idea when I became so complacent, so uncaring of myself. My doctor just looked at the chart - at me - at the chart. She has known me six years, so she knows the time I was in Indiana was stressful. Yes, about 67 more pounds stressful. I started trying to get myself back on track and lost 11 pounds in 3 weeks. I am not completely on track, but I have looked into the "5 Day Pouch Test" and I think I can do it. Lose some weight, boost my self-esteem.
For the people who felt they looked older when thin - I feel for you. I could not believe the wrinkles I saw in my face. I had skin hanging everywhere, my arms weren't too bad because I was constantly picking up a grandchild and carrying them around. Plus my job kept me moving those arms. But the belly skin - it was terrible. I would get rashes where my skin flap rubbed my body. I asked a couple of women I knew had the same surgery - what did they do? The response was always the same, learn to live with it. The worst part, for me at least, was I had no breasts. I have always been "endowed," and I was not one bit happy that my breasts appeared to have had all the air sucked out and my nipples were pointing at the floor. Not happy. Now, I have some fat in my face and I feel normal. I have breasts again, even cleavage. But my butt is so big I may have to register it for its own zip code. Big shelf back there, can't store anything on it. I hate it. I have days when I feel bad for regaining the weight, and days when I don't even care that I regained the weight. I know what to do - I know I need to motivate myself. My mantra - "That which does not exist within, will never be found without."