Whenever I am at a doctor's office and they start talking, I know that eventually the conversation will turn to the following question:
"Have you ever considered weight-loss surgery?"
My response is always the same, "No, it's not for me." And then they begin to assault me with all their doctor-medicalese speak for how beneficial it is. How perfect life would be, how I could resolve all my health issues, how everything would be unicorns, puppies, and rainbows for the rest of my life. I just had two of these conversations, with two seperate doctors within a 24 hour period. My answer is still no.
Well the list of risks are insane to begin with. No one likes to list the potential death rates, most certainly not the clinics. But think about the less sever and still frightening complications: dumping syndrome, anemia, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, bowel obstruction, ulcers, stomach perforation, gallstones, and so on, and so on. When I rattled off this list to the doctor he just stared at me blankly. I don't think he had thought that I'd done the research, but he clearly has no idea for my affinity for research. Secondly, I noticed, that he had no answer for the complications list. "Oh, and how many people die every year from bariatric surgery?" I asked. More silence. I've been watching The Biggest Loser since season one. I love that show, and it inspires me every season! I can't help but notice that every season, there is someone on that show who has had some sort of weight loss procedure done who has regained all their weight and is and they are worse off than before their surgery. It takes more than a magic bullet. And unfortunately I feel like that is how medical professionals are selling these procedures."
"Fran" Thrusters and Ring Rows (subbed instead of pull ups) 21-15-9 Not Rx'd
In case you are not familiar, the named CF WODs are evil. Fran is evil, I hate her, but this was a personal best for me, I finished in 6:59!!!
Breakfast: Salmon, and broccoli, cup of coffee with H&H and Splenda.
Lunch: Roast beef, with lettuce and tomato, low fat chips and a cookie. No bun. I never do well when work provides lunch. Sadface. I was super hungry within an hour.
Snack: The insides of another sandwich, two slices of roast beef didn't cut it. And then another cookie, fail. But I told you I'd be honest. I started to have some more chips, but then I threw them out.
Dinner: 1 cup broccoli, 5 oz chicken, 1 cup marinara.
Please do not misunderstand me. I do not disparage or look down on those who have elected for these types of surgeries. They are helpful to many people. I fear the side effects, and have seen people suffer in the aftermath. For me the risks are scary enough, that it's not an option. I also have this tiny little voice inside my head that has been whispering for years,
"You can do this Kendra."
Lately, it has turned into a ferocious roar.