wiccabasket
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Hiya, my name is Lisa and I've just started Tier 3 at Addenbrookes hospital. I live in Suffolk, and it's taken over a year to get this far (thanks to American GPs not understanding how the NHS works, but that's a different story).
I've not always been fat. When I was a teenager, I maintained a fairly normal weight. Unfortunately I was bulimic from the age of 10 and even when in brief stages of recovery, I obsessed over bingeing and purging food. This carried on until I got pregnant at 21 when I realised I couldn't risk my baby's health. Unfortunately my body did what it thought was the sensible thing to do and it piled the weight on, because it had never seen a sensible amount of food stay in place. I've never lost the baby weight. I have been to every weight loss group you can think of, and then some. Every time I've lost weight, I gained it twice over. I've fallen off the wagon regarding my ED a few times over the last 20 years, but following diagnosis and treatment of complex PTSD, this time it's stuck properly. The problem is that I am now a weight which makes day to day life nearly unbearable. I don't binge eat any more, but that doesn't matter now. The damage has been done and I know that diet and exercise alone is unlikely to be a long term success no matter how hard I try.
I'm 40 years old. I'm 26.5 stone. My BMI is 60. This is pretty much my last chance to change my future, because at the moment I don't have one. So here I am, putting every hope I have on being referred for a Gastric Bypass. My knees and my ankles feel like they have broken glass in them at times. I have plantar fasciitis in my left foot, swelling and problems with circulation in my left leg. I'm pretty much infertile and am probably peri-menopausal due to my weight. I have a huge overhanging stomach which restricts the kinds of clothing I can wear, and I am tired of living like this. To be honest, I don't know if I can. So this means a lot to me, it really does.
On Thursday last week, I started the intensive weight loss management program with the hospital. The first 8 weeks are liquids only (restricted to 1200 calories a day). It's hard, but I am not hungry. I cannot stress how much I look forward to my daily stock cube drink, but I'm full of milk and I'm not hungry.
I just want a normal life where I don't break peoples sofas, or my office chair. Or have people openly point and stare at me when I eat, or move, or you know, exist. I want to do a gig without the niggling voice that says people are taking photos of you/filming you because you're fat and they are laughing at you on snapchat. I want to fly to see my parents without apologising 50 times to the person having to sit next to me on the Ryanair flight. I want to walk my dog without being in pain. I want to RUN again.
Nobody else knows how bad it is, because I won't let people see how hard it is. I'm sure they guess, but I don't want to admit how ashamed I am of all of this, so I hide it well under a lot of lipstick and faked confidence.
Thanks for letting me vent.
I've not always been fat. When I was a teenager, I maintained a fairly normal weight. Unfortunately I was bulimic from the age of 10 and even when in brief stages of recovery, I obsessed over bingeing and purging food. This carried on until I got pregnant at 21 when I realised I couldn't risk my baby's health. Unfortunately my body did what it thought was the sensible thing to do and it piled the weight on, because it had never seen a sensible amount of food stay in place. I've never lost the baby weight. I have been to every weight loss group you can think of, and then some. Every time I've lost weight, I gained it twice over. I've fallen off the wagon regarding my ED a few times over the last 20 years, but following diagnosis and treatment of complex PTSD, this time it's stuck properly. The problem is that I am now a weight which makes day to day life nearly unbearable. I don't binge eat any more, but that doesn't matter now. The damage has been done and I know that diet and exercise alone is unlikely to be a long term success no matter how hard I try.
I'm 40 years old. I'm 26.5 stone. My BMI is 60. This is pretty much my last chance to change my future, because at the moment I don't have one. So here I am, putting every hope I have on being referred for a Gastric Bypass. My knees and my ankles feel like they have broken glass in them at times. I have plantar fasciitis in my left foot, swelling and problems with circulation in my left leg. I'm pretty much infertile and am probably peri-menopausal due to my weight. I have a huge overhanging stomach which restricts the kinds of clothing I can wear, and I am tired of living like this. To be honest, I don't know if I can. So this means a lot to me, it really does.
On Thursday last week, I started the intensive weight loss management program with the hospital. The first 8 weeks are liquids only (restricted to 1200 calories a day). It's hard, but I am not hungry. I cannot stress how much I look forward to my daily stock cube drink, but I'm full of milk and I'm not hungry.
I just want a normal life where I don't break peoples sofas, or my office chair. Or have people openly point and stare at me when I eat, or move, or you know, exist. I want to do a gig without the niggling voice that says people are taking photos of you/filming you because you're fat and they are laughing at you on snapchat. I want to fly to see my parents without apologising 50 times to the person having to sit next to me on the Ryanair flight. I want to walk my dog without being in pain. I want to RUN again.
Nobody else knows how bad it is, because I won't let people see how hard it is. I'm sure they guess, but I don't want to admit how ashamed I am of all of this, so I hide it well under a lot of lipstick and faked confidence.
Thanks for letting me vent.