Well, as most of you know I had Gastric Bypass Surgery in June of 2013. It was a surgery I thought long and hard about for approximately 15+ years. It was the only way I thought I would be able to have victory over my battle with my weight and against food. GBP was I believe a saving grace in my life. In just 1 years time it allowed me to loose 120 lbs with little physical effort. Dont get me wrong it was by NO MEANS EASY. It is hard to say which is worse the physical or the mental battle. What GBP did was FORCE me to make some very specific changes in my life and in turn I shed the weight. As my 1 year mark approached I noticed little by little there were tricks I knew I could get away with and I began to pick up some of my old bad eating habits and then I allowed just a little bit of sugar in my life. Now for the GBP patient sugar can wreck havok creating what is known as dumping syndrome. I wont go into the details, you all know how to use google but lets just say it can get Uh Guh Lee! I had hoped to experience dumping syndrome. It was the one thing I KNEW would keep me from spiraling out of control again. Yes, it is safe to say I love sugar. Unfortunate for me I did not experience dumping, at least not to the extremes I had hoped. So once again I was left to my own will power .... I hate my will power. It gets really adimit about stupid things and then lets the important stuff slide by. So you are probably coming to the conclusion as you have just read my ramblng that I let sugar back into my life with no major consequences and I wanted more and more and more ... which is another reason I am certain my weight loss journey hit a brick wall. So a few days ago I came to the determination that I did not have surgery to alter my body so I could just go back to the state I was in. I have no desire to return to being a walking zombie or have to shop for a tent to wear. I did not work this hard and loose 120 lbs and feel this great to spiral out of control again. So this morning when a fellow co-worker came into my office, and offered me a donut I said NO Saying no is often times empowering and sometimes all it takes is the first no and you can handle the next. So to sugar I say ... Bring it on! Im ready! My tongue is resting on my alveolar ridge (that is where the N in No initiates its sound) and my lips are starting to round (to produce the o!) My guns are loaded and ready .... I am not going back ... No siree bob! #deepblogworthyinnerthoughts
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 21:54:15 +0000