Weight Loss Surgery, Not All A Piece Of Cake.

19 Feb

Weight Loss Surgery, Not All A Piece Of Cake.

Posted by: salena / Category: Weight Loss Surgery

Weight Loss Surgery, Not All A Piece Of Cake.

I was having a look back through a bit of a diary that I kept during my weigh loss surgery journey. I think it’s important for people to know, that weight loss surgery may seem like an easy option, but it’s not. He’s a clipping from a not very good day.

Today hasn’t been the best of days. Nothing really happened, out of the ordinary; well, pretty much nothing actually did happen atall.

My mother rang, and I could blame it on that, but I had my hand in the chocolate jar long before that. It’s probably because I’m tired. 2 o’clock this morning I was awake with the good old acid reflux.

I have developed a routine before bed that at least prevents the acid from being acidic and causing me to asphyxiate on the fumes, but it doesn’t stop the wave of gunk rushing up my throat as I lie there asleep, and cause my eyes to fling themselves open as if trying to get air because it feels like I’m drowning. It’s not an uncommon thing these days.

I have to sleep propped up on three pillows and a folded up quilt to keep my upper body raised, but I’m not sure it has much effect. The only thing that seems to really help, is just not to eat anything after mid day. That’s fine of course, but some days, I’m lucky to be able to get anything down before mid day.
It takes about 20 minutes at that time of the night for the brain to accept that the situation will not improve while you continue to lie there. In order to get more sleep before the alarm clocks signal the start of another day, I was going to have to haul myself from the warmth of my pit and go downstairs.

Sleep is usually possible propped up in the corner of an ‘L’ shaped sofa, using a multitude of cushions to stop my head from falling to one side.
So, on that particular occasion, I did sleep till the pitter patter of size 11 feet thundered down the stairs and grunted at me something about wanting a note to get out of games.

The ever growing pile of clothing that is now too big for me is great to see, but it comes at a price. I still don’t regret having the weight loss surgery, but I often wish I had been strong enough to get the job done without it.