Frustrated! Part 1

I'm not sexually frustrated you perv!

Even though I know you are as sick as I am of hearing about it, here is a weight loss surgery recap:

• I've always been a big girl. I remember feeling like I was fat. I don't know why I felt that way, I just did. I look back at picutes and realize that my weight wasn't that far from normal. As a teen I wore a size 12 which was unheard of then. I couldn't find cute clothes so I had to settle for old lady stuff. Luckily when I began working in the mall at 15, I was able to find some more current fashions. I worked really hard at being nice and funny so people would accept me and like me.
  

• I remained happy and even found someone (after high school) who accepted me for who I was and actually liked me (thanks Mr. Sign).
  

• Immediately upon finding out I was pregnant I was diagnosed with Hyperemesis gravidarum {(HG) is a rare disorder characterized by severe and persistent nausea and vomiting during pregnancy that may necessitate hospitalization. As a result of frequent nausea and vomiting, affected women experience dehydration, vitamin and mineral deficit, and the loss of greater than five percent of their original body weight.}. I literally did not eat or drink for 2 weeks before I was hospitalized. If I looked at food (even on TV) I would vomit even up to 7 times an hour. I lost 48 pounds with the first pregnancy and 42 with the second. I didn't begin to gain weight until after our first daughter was born. I believe it was in response to being deprived of food for 9 months. Once I could eat, I ate with reckless abandon and never stopped.
  

• I continued on with my life rarely thinking about taking care of myself. I was preocuppied, like most young mothers, with taking care of my family. I gained more weight.
  

• I started thinking about having the surgery about 3 years ago and decided that it wasn't the right time for me. I wanted to try yet again to lose my ass shelf on my own. I made 2 very good attempts at the Atkins Diet losing 72 pounds the first go round and 48 the second. Until recently I had kept 30 pounds off. Sugar was my evil enemy. The only problem was that when I started eating a little sugar again, I found I had no control over my consumption.

• Hearing stories of weight loss surgery only made me focus on the negative aspects. I told myself that surgery was the easy way out. I know now that I was secretly jealous as I knew I was not ready to give up my precious sugar.
  

• About a year ago I started to seriously research weight loss surgery. I watched a close family friend have the surgery. I began asking her questions and she let me have the good, the bad and the pukey.

• In May 2006, Mr. Sign (he's having the surgery too) and I attended a weight loss surgery seminar. We were amazed at the number of people there. Some looked like us and others had to be wheeled into the room in ginormous wheel chairs.

• The day after the seminar we got calls from the medical facility to set up our appointments with the surgeon, behaviorist, and internist within the next 2 weeks. The scheduler told me that I would probably be scheduled for surgery by the end of June. I was ecstatic to think I would be on the road to better health soon.

• I had been cautious and called the insurance company to find out the requirements for approval. All you needed for our plan was to prove that you had been obese for 5 or more years and a BMI (Body Mass Index) of 40% or more. I had both of those things in the bag.
  

• Our last appointment was with the internist who is a woman. She seemed very cold compared to everyone else. The first thing she said after asking my profession was that I would be denied by the insurance company. I think she thought that I had bad insurance based on my profession. She thought signs were still hand painted. DUH! I cried all the way home thinking about rejection.

This is getting pretty lengthy so I will make it two parts. I have been wondering if I should start a separate weight loss surgery blog. What do you think?