Pair-o'-thighs Lost

Well, a lot, and yet not a lot, has transpired since my last blog. Good news is that I've lost 14 pounds on the "supervised" diet they make you follow for months before they will wave their magic wand and grant you permission to pay them 15 grand for the surgery you need. The bad news, which really isn't news, is that I found out my insurance company doesn't even REQUIRE a supervised diet at all.  That kind of pissed me off. I'm in a moderate amount of pain every day from my hip.  It's gotten progressively worse, especially in the last few weeks.  Walking is hard.  Stairs make me wanna cry.  I need a hip replacement.  I cannot get a hip replacement until I go through the VSG (Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy) surgery.  A person in pain is not a patient person, indeed.  I'm tired of the barriers. Out of curiosity, I contacted Franciscan Bariatric, and found out they have no such requirement for the supervised diet.  I have an appointment with them ...

There's not a lot going on right now in my WLS journey, so I thought I'd touch upon some of the reasons why I made the decision to have gastric sleeve surgery. Fat people know what it's like to be fat.  (When I say fat people, I mean significantly fat people, not those skinny bitches who moan because they can no longer fit into their size 4 acid-washed high-waisted jeans from 1985).  Apologies to skinny bitches everywhere.  We envy you, so suppress your mom-jeans rage. Fat people get treated differently.  As someone who has been both fat and not-fat, I can personally attest to this. For example, I'm a photographer.  I used to do a lot of weddings, before my arthritis got bad.  I had been emailing back and forth with a groom about their upcoming wedding and photo needs.  He had seen many galleries of my past weddings, he knew my rates and my availability, and he was ready to sign.  I suggested meeting so he and his fiance could see the different al...