For the last 3 months, I have scheduled a monthly appointment with my “female doctor” to weigh in. I go the last week of the month, usually around the 26th or 27th. I meet with the nurse, she takes my vital signs. Then, I step on the scale and actually celebrate that I did not lose weight. Crazy, right? For the first time in 30+ years, I need to stay the same with my weight. For insurance to cover this procedure, I need to stay obese so I can prove that I need this surgery. Each time, I have nailed it. The celebration is bitter sweet.
The next thing on my to-do-list for the insurance’s approval is to attend a support group. Not sure what to expect but I assume that I will learn more about the emotional roller coaster of this process. I must admit that I have gotten cold feet more than once but I am choosing to press forward to this goal. I actually spoke with a friend recently and she told me that she weighed in for 6 months, went through the nutritional class, the support group, the sleep study and scheduled the operation. Then, she cancelled. I was surprised that she had not mentioned this to me earlier but I am guessing that she did not want to influence my decision. This is a very personal experience, but I feel led to share my journey with those who have walked in my size, not my shoes ?.