Karlos
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Life isn't about finding yourself; Life is about creating yourself...
The above statement really could never be truer than in the case of my weight loss journey over the last two years. I would add to it its about liking what you create too………
This time two short years ago I was sat in the prep room at the Alexander hospital in cheadle waiting to walk into the operating theatre to have my innards rearranged. I was scared to death, not that I wouldn’t make it, as by that time I was so sick of what I had become that I wasn’t sure I cared if I lived or died, I only knew I couldn’t go on the way I was. Nope I was scared only that I would wake up and find that they hadn’t done the procedure for some reason. My fears were unfounded
Well I woke up in the high dependency unit and I had actually made it through. There was a small drama with my Blood pressure but that was resolved quickly and I was ready to start my journey to creating the new me.
Well two years on how did it go? Did I make a new me and more importantly how do we get along?
I lost a shed load of weight. I can do so many things now that were but a distant dream two years ago. I can walk and breath at the same time, I can wear tie up shoes, not have to wear trousers with elastic waist bands etc and so many other great things that I truly never thought that I would be able to do in my life again. Though I take no credit for it I am rather pleased with my weight loss, and that I have been able to keep thirty plus pounds below my goal for fourteen months now. Well done me, a smattering of applause please for the fat lad from Manchester
I made a whole new me, or more accurately I lost more than half of me. My family and friends would tell you that I lost the best part of me. Not the fat stores that threatened to kill me within ten years, but the part of me that made me ME. They tell me they hardly recognise me from the jolly happy go lucky fat geezer who was always ready with a smile and a joke, and living with the new Karl is like living with a stranger. Maybe they are right who knows certainly I have no idea. I don’t remember the old me very well.
Weight loss surgery is about loss and gain and though I have gained so much to be thankful for, and I have no regrets about having WLS, there are some things I would have changed, and things about how I have walked this road that I would have done differently. The last two years have brought me both great joy, but WLS has also given me some sadness too. But that’s another story for another day
My weight seems to fluctuate between 168 and 174 lbs depending on how many gym visits I can get in, and my recent blood tests showed up great though I do need a B12 injection at some point. I’ve been cut loose by the Bariatric hospital now as they can only look after me for two years, and my ongoing aftercare will be handled by my doctor now, though happily I get on really well with the very lovely Specialist nurse who has seen me from day one who is really keen to stay in touch and we are going to go out for coffee every so often
My sparkly tee shirt buying addiction has abated a little and I actually refused a chance to go shopping yesterday. I know how mad is that? I did spend £80 on a pink shirt last week but that was in a lame attempt to cheer myself up. It failed to last more than a moment or two but it is a nice shirt LOL. The gym is going great and my musculature and strength are increasing. I’ve been staying away from home a lot the last month or so and that has meant not being able to train as often as I would like though perversely this seems to have helped rather than hindered my progress. Maybe I was trying too hard I don’t know but I’m lifting heavier just lately.
A national women’s magazine did an article on Val’s perspective as the partner of a WLS patient. It’s a positive WLS story for a change even though it makes me look like a plonker and as we’ve already established I need no help with that LOL. The magazine changed what Val had said to make it more saleable to their readers and to be honest she had forgotten all about the article as it was written before recent event ran over us. They were supposed to let us know when it was going out and give her final say on the copy but they didn’t and so Val didn’t get the chance to pull the story. It rambles on about us getting married soon which is a little embarrassing in light of her walking out for a week a couple of weeks ago but it is something we were considering, it just doesn’t seem like an option just now LOL
So two years out and it’s been an interesting ride. Highs and lows, new and old, before and afters etc etc. I made a new me but right now I wish I had the old me back for a while
The above statement really could never be truer than in the case of my weight loss journey over the last two years. I would add to it its about liking what you create too………
This time two short years ago I was sat in the prep room at the Alexander hospital in cheadle waiting to walk into the operating theatre to have my innards rearranged. I was scared to death, not that I wouldn’t make it, as by that time I was so sick of what I had become that I wasn’t sure I cared if I lived or died, I only knew I couldn’t go on the way I was. Nope I was scared only that I would wake up and find that they hadn’t done the procedure for some reason. My fears were unfounded
Well I woke up in the high dependency unit and I had actually made it through. There was a small drama with my Blood pressure but that was resolved quickly and I was ready to start my journey to creating the new me.
Well two years on how did it go? Did I make a new me and more importantly how do we get along?
I lost a shed load of weight. I can do so many things now that were but a distant dream two years ago. I can walk and breath at the same time, I can wear tie up shoes, not have to wear trousers with elastic waist bands etc and so many other great things that I truly never thought that I would be able to do in my life again. Though I take no credit for it I am rather pleased with my weight loss, and that I have been able to keep thirty plus pounds below my goal for fourteen months now. Well done me, a smattering of applause please for the fat lad from Manchester
I made a whole new me, or more accurately I lost more than half of me. My family and friends would tell you that I lost the best part of me. Not the fat stores that threatened to kill me within ten years, but the part of me that made me ME. They tell me they hardly recognise me from the jolly happy go lucky fat geezer who was always ready with a smile and a joke, and living with the new Karl is like living with a stranger. Maybe they are right who knows certainly I have no idea. I don’t remember the old me very well.
Weight loss surgery is about loss and gain and though I have gained so much to be thankful for, and I have no regrets about having WLS, there are some things I would have changed, and things about how I have walked this road that I would have done differently. The last two years have brought me both great joy, but WLS has also given me some sadness too. But that’s another story for another day
My weight seems to fluctuate between 168 and 174 lbs depending on how many gym visits I can get in, and my recent blood tests showed up great though I do need a B12 injection at some point. I’ve been cut loose by the Bariatric hospital now as they can only look after me for two years, and my ongoing aftercare will be handled by my doctor now, though happily I get on really well with the very lovely Specialist nurse who has seen me from day one who is really keen to stay in touch and we are going to go out for coffee every so often
My sparkly tee shirt buying addiction has abated a little and I actually refused a chance to go shopping yesterday. I know how mad is that? I did spend £80 on a pink shirt last week but that was in a lame attempt to cheer myself up. It failed to last more than a moment or two but it is a nice shirt LOL. The gym is going great and my musculature and strength are increasing. I’ve been staying away from home a lot the last month or so and that has meant not being able to train as often as I would like though perversely this seems to have helped rather than hindered my progress. Maybe I was trying too hard I don’t know but I’m lifting heavier just lately.
A national women’s magazine did an article on Val’s perspective as the partner of a WLS patient. It’s a positive WLS story for a change even though it makes me look like a plonker and as we’ve already established I need no help with that LOL. The magazine changed what Val had said to make it more saleable to their readers and to be honest she had forgotten all about the article as it was written before recent event ran over us. They were supposed to let us know when it was going out and give her final say on the copy but they didn’t and so Val didn’t get the chance to pull the story. It rambles on about us getting married soon which is a little embarrassing in light of her walking out for a week a couple of weeks ago but it is something we were considering, it just doesn’t seem like an option just now LOL
So two years out and it’s been an interesting ride. Highs and lows, new and old, before and afters etc etc. I made a new me but right now I wish I had the old me back for a while
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I know exactly what you mean about not really being bothered if you made it through or not, I felt the same at many points on my journey! 
