starbuck
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Hi everyone. I've been reading this site for a few days and decided to sign up because everyone seems so supportive and helpful.
I'm 36, a single mum working full time and I'm bipolar. Life can be tough!
I've struggled with my weight my whole life, just as I'm sure everyone else here has. Its been up, down and all over the place. Sometimes I've been ok with it, sometimes I havnt been able to leave the house and everything in between.
A couple of weeks ago i was out with friends and their kids who i hadnt seen in a while. We were sat in a cafe when the little 5 year old son of one of my friends looked at me and, with no malice or cruelty, just absolute bewilderment and astonishment said 'you're so fat!' Cue awkward silence from those assembled. I just laughed and told him he was short. At the time i wasnt bothered but it kind of stayed with me and got me thinking about other things - how 'personal care' is starting to get harder, how living on the second floor is not getting any easier, how I only stayed in my last relationship as long as i did because it was better than being alone and well, who else would have me..?!
So i finally weighed myself and was not surprised to see that I'm the biggest I've ever been putting my bmi at 40. It was time to see the doctor. Not for the first time but this time i was prepared to ask if surgery is an option. I had thought up so many justifications as to why i should have it but turns out i didnt need them as he beat me to it. He knows how often I've tried and also that my bipolar medication leads to weight gain and makes it extra hard to lose. He is referring me to st. Georges in tooting and said it will be up to a year before I get the surgery. Since then I've been devouring as much information as i can which is how i found this place and have been mainly inspired, fairly hopeful and a tiny bit petrified!
I'm 36, a single mum working full time and I'm bipolar. Life can be tough!
I've struggled with my weight my whole life, just as I'm sure everyone else here has. Its been up, down and all over the place. Sometimes I've been ok with it, sometimes I havnt been able to leave the house and everything in between.
A couple of weeks ago i was out with friends and their kids who i hadnt seen in a while. We were sat in a cafe when the little 5 year old son of one of my friends looked at me and, with no malice or cruelty, just absolute bewilderment and astonishment said 'you're so fat!' Cue awkward silence from those assembled. I just laughed and told him he was short. At the time i wasnt bothered but it kind of stayed with me and got me thinking about other things - how 'personal care' is starting to get harder, how living on the second floor is not getting any easier, how I only stayed in my last relationship as long as i did because it was better than being alone and well, who else would have me..?!
So i finally weighed myself and was not surprised to see that I'm the biggest I've ever been putting my bmi at 40. It was time to see the doctor. Not for the first time but this time i was prepared to ask if surgery is an option. I had thought up so many justifications as to why i should have it but turns out i didnt need them as he beat me to it. He knows how often I've tried and also that my bipolar medication leads to weight gain and makes it extra hard to lose. He is referring me to st. Georges in tooting and said it will be up to a year before I get the surgery. Since then I've been devouring as much information as i can which is how i found this place and have been mainly inspired, fairly hopeful and a tiny bit petrified!
