Proceed with caution...

Public Service Announcement : 

It is NEVER a compliment to someone when you say "That person would be so attractive IF...."

Think before you offer up a compliment to a fat person that has strings attached.  Society already tells us we're worthless pieces of shit.  If for some reason a person of size has healthy self esteem or self worth, please know that much of the time it is fragile.  Why is it fragile?  Because we airbrush size 8 models into oblivion.  Fuck all of it. 

To each his/her own in the aesthetics department - due respect given as we all have our preferences.  But know that it is perhaps one of the most hurtful, disrespectful, backhanded compliments a person like me can receive.  There are no "buts" in being beautiful unless you're talking about my fantastic XL ass.

I coined Miss Such a Pretty Face over 10 years ago, in my 20s when fat acceptance wasn't a thing.

Be kind, be genuine, be real - give feedback that matters.
Don't be an asshole.

Love - Miss Such a Pretty Face

Barium, tiny cameras, and calories

There are WLS programs that require MUCH less pre-surgical wait time than mine.  A colleague of mine (she is paying out of pocket and going outside the US for her surgery) groaned when I told her mine was SIX months of monitored wight loss (required 5% reduction in weight) before the insurance company would approve me for the procedure.

I'm rather glad.  I'm working through the steps of eating 1500 calories a day and adding back in physical activity on a very regular basis.  It's not for nothing.  I was bitter at first.  Excited and impatient.  I wanted it NOW.  As I make my way down this winding path I see the value in the wait.  I'm working on my stamina and cleaning up my organs to be as healthy as possible for this big thing to happen.

At Fletcher Allen you meet your surgeon and take your baseline weight then they calculate the official 5% you are to lose.  You are told very plainly that you will be asked for your food journals when you come in  for your monthly appointment.  You're then scheduled for tests according to your co-morbidities.

Everyone must do a swallow study to get ready to have a endoscopy. They need to be sure they can fit the tiny camera down your esophagus and take the necessary biopsies of your gut.  There are certain factors they are looking for...ulcerative qualities, hernias, gastritis, presence of h-pilori. 

I had both the swallow study (you drink barium, gross - and get ready to have a really hard time on the other end of the swallow) and the EGD.  I have a small hiatal hernia and gastritis (which is capable of healing itself).  Dr. Forgione is not worried about any of it and has said I'm good to go as far as my anatomy goes.

Keep exercising and writing shit down that I put in my mouth and around January I should be having it.  I just signed up for a couple of college classes and that should keep me sufficiently busy until the end of this process. 

I never saw myself at this point in the process.  I don't really know why.  But I'm here and I guess I'm a great patient...funny.  I dreamed the other night that I was trim.  I felt lots of conflicting feelings.  I woke up in this version of myself and I wasn't disappointed.  I have a ton of respect for this body and what it does for me.

I only have energy to absorb positivity at this point so I am still not announcing publicly that I am doing this.  If you are reading this please understand that I need YOU to support me because I desire to live a nice long life with my loved ones.  Please only comment if you can oblige.  Peace.

So it begins

Today I had a awesome...like really and truly fantastic massage.  I had knots in places I didn't know could be tight - under my shoulder blades, in my lower legs...so strange.  There I was,  face down on this table wondering how many massages I'll have before my surgery.  How many more therapists will touch my body in it's current state?  I don't care tremendously, but it's something you think about when you weigh as much as I do.

Jeff and I attended the 2 hour long informational meeting at the Bariatric Clinc this afternoon.  We walked in almost late, certainly the last people to arrive.  I try not to size up the rest of the room because really, who cares.  But sizing up a room is not a habit you lose when you walk through the front doors of the clinic. 

My husband sat and listened to all the scary shit they threw at us.  Concentrated on the risk factors and didn't bat an eyelash when the insurance expert spoke.  As soon as we were there he started functioning in the "she's doing this" mode.  A mode he hasn't ever fully embraced.  He whispered "we can set money aside in our HSA for next year just like we did for Riley's braces"......absolutely music to my ears!  I have his support, we agree on the type of surgery is best (Sleeve Gastrectomy) and I can start the process NOW.

I'm making an appointment with their Psychiatrist and then I can schedule an appointment with the surgeon to meet and get this ball rolling.

I'm a bit of an oversharer...so keeping this sort of quiet on Social Media will be difficult.  I am not hiding it however.  That's why I'm blogging this shit.  Am I scared?  Yes.  Am I excited?  Yes. 

I want to live MY life by my rules.  I love this package even if it does hold me back.  This is not an "I hate myself, I'm so fat" thing.  I'm a sexy bitch and I want to hike mountains!

Um...this Blog is *STILL* here?

More than three years after it's inception? 

Crazy.

Crazier is all the shit that's happened in those 3 years.  I'll catch you up.  I quit my job, did NOT go back to school (b/c I didn't really want to), worked my business for a while, worked really hard at not fucking up my marriage, lost some weight, PARENTING, kicked ass, gained back the weight, worked full time - a job which I also quit, put my head back in my biz and started a cool new remote job, people I love moved away, Linda died.

I still see my therapist regularly, because I *need* to have an accountability buddy.

I'm also still fat.  The body acceptance movement is here to stay.  I dig.  I'm there. But I'm also ready to change because I don't want to die.

Tomorrow I attend a long meeting about Weight Loss Surgery (WLS).  My husband is coming with me.  His willingness to come along speaks volumes about how far we have come as partners.

Today we met with the attorney to finish up our 9 year old, unsigned will.  Ducks...rows...it's happening.

I read what I wrote in 2011.  It doesn't even sound like me, yet it somehow does because it resonates.

So 2014...let's see what you've got.

thoughts on therapy

THREE YEARS I have felt like a broken version of myself.  Three years, I have been medicated for depression.  I'm grateful that I was finally able to get help. 

Since April of 2008 I have seen two therapists for personal stuff and a marriage counselor.  Previous to April of 2008 I had met and tried to form relationships with several others. 

It's often said by those who have found their "therapist match"...."you have to try on a bunch before you find a fit".  I knew it must be true, why would 'everyone' say that if it weren't.  Yet 'Trying on Therapists' was a hobby I found daunting and utterly exhausting.  It sucked.  I hated having to do the 'this is me' thing over and over.  I became so I didn't even try to explain it all.  There was just too much shit.  Pushing down emotions and feelings I had gotten real good at....until that is I ran out of room.  And I was always running out of room.  Anger and depression ruled my life.  I felt selfish and uncaring to the people I was supposed to love unconditionally.  Side note....therapy doesn't work if you're not being honest with your therapist.  Oh and also when you feel like you just might be smarter than the person trying to help you, that's a problem.

At any rate, back in April I decided to go back to my little game of Trying on Therapists.  This time was not unlike other efforts.  I always ask around...get some names and then see if they're in my network.  Oh yeah...the network BS of mental health...try finding your Therapist Match and discovering they're out of network.  Talk about devestating.

So now here I am with a new Therapist.  I've been seeing her since April.  That's a Therapist LTR for me!  Here it is.  She's my match.  No bullshit.  No lies.  No hiding the ugly stuff.  I've laid it all out there, all the stuff that makes me not proud, the stuff that makes me wish sometimes I was someone else.  She doesn't shame me and she doesn't coddle me.  For once in a long ass time I feel like I'm making headway.  Like I have the chance to be mostly happy, instead of mostly sad.

So the next time someone says you "just haven't found your match yet"....believe them.  They're right.

Is it normal?

To feel always at odds with oneself?  I feel like I am constantly struggling to feel close to content.  And I just want that feeling so bad I feel like I would do anything to have it.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to keep reaching, striving for better and more.  It seems it's just an exercise in futility.  I want that "Life is good" status on Facebook.  I want to be able to feel that emotion so greatly that I have to post it for everyone to see.

I guess I just keep trying.  I just want to fix it.  I'm a fixer.  I make things ok. 

So why can't I just do that already for myself?  Maybe I'm just not supposed to?

My Theraputic Approach to Weight Control

I flew to Las Vegas in March of this year for my first Passion Parties Convention.

Each plane I flew on I required a lap belt extension to reach the clasp.  Embarrassing, yes - but because I am cool, I played it off like I didn't care.  It was just a fact.  I am too fat to be able to affix the standard belt.  But it cut me deep, I do NOT want to be like this.  I want to look like the person I feel like.  I feel hot, sexy and confident. 

But more than that I don't want to DIE.  I want to live a complete and active life.  I have enjoyed being active even as an obese person (yep, I said it obese) - I have incredible stamina and love pushing myself to do things with my body that some of my skinny counterparts find difficult.

But with the last re-gain, re-fat or whatever you call it I have lost an immense amount of strength and stamina.  I suck at doing stuff now.  I did a 90 minute Bikram Yoga class in early December!  However within 24 hours I injured (stepped off a stair wrong) my left ankle so badly I was in a walking cast and limping for weeks.

So there I was in Las Vegas and feeling like a gigantic monster of fat.  The women in this business are for the most part quite lovely.  Many are drop dead gorgeous and thin.  It is not a prerequisite obviously, but a stunning observation I had while at Convention.

When I came back from Convention I had carpel tunnel surgery and spent time thinking about why I want to lose weight.  Why is it so hard to keep on a plan, or to even get started for that matter.

I reached out to a dear friend in the psychology community to help me find someone who deals with patients with eating disorders.  She quickly found me a name.  I have been having personal sessions with her for a couple of months.  She focuses on Congnitive Behavioral Therapy.  She and a dietician run a Weight Control Therapy Group that meets weekly for 18 weeks.  I signed up with my wallet ready to dole out the $830.

Stay tuned, even this old Weight Watcher is learning a few new things ..... ♥