It's almost a year now since I took off to Le Have and had a gastric band inserted. I was a healthy 53 year old man who just happened to weigh 20 stone.
I hated my weight and the way I looked. I hatd shopping for a new suit, always quickly looking for 54" chest and then quietly leaving if the shop had nothing. (Even worse; being advised by a sales assistant on entry that they had no clothes that would fit me). I am a fairly senior sales leader in enterprise conputer software and over the past few years often missed out, at the last hurdle on a senior postion and was even advised, discreetly, by a recruiter that my weight worried the potential new employer.
A year later, I am 14.5 stone. More active than I've been in 20 years. I got the senior role and am earning more than I have for 15 years.
All us well.... except I hate meal times. You see, the fat man who wants to eat a big meal is always waiting to come out. And I let him. And I'm ill. I have to entertain colleagues and clients here and overseas. Often this ends up with me taking several trips to the bathroom to throw up, as I have ordered unwisely.
At home it is better, but for me the way it works is that I can eat a reasonable meal in the evening but very little beforehand. If (when) I do, I am inevitably sick.
I know the 20 20 20 rule and try to follow, but ithe is a)unnatural to me and b)appears odd in restaurants.
I'm getting better but it is a slow haul.
I used to live for meal times. It was my most favourite thing to do - even though I have a beutiful daughter and gorgeous attentive wife.
Now I dread eating. Especially in company. Doesn't stop me wanting to eat
But all that said, I'd do it again. In a heart beat. The price is high but the result is a prize worthy of such a cost.
If you're over weight - I urge you to to take a loan of you don't have the cash and pay for surgery. The conditions the NHS put on anyone with a BMI under 50 or 60 are so onerous that you'll be waiting for ever to get it done.
This could save your life. It did mine.