Pair-o'-thighs Lost

 I'm sure I've mentioned that the main reason for getting VGS was so that I could get my severely degenerated hip replaced. I knew I had to get my BMI down in order to get it done, but I wanted to get my ducks in a row so I was ready for surgery when my BMI was low enough.  I went to see a surgeon at Ortho Indy in Greenwood.  I knew I probably wasn't quite ready, but wanted to talk about the options and scheduling.   I went in to meet with the Dr., and they took some X-Rays. When he walked in, I was ready to discuss my hip. He was not. He began by telling me that my BMI was too high for surgery, which I already knew. I told them that I had just had VGS, and that I'd lost about 35 pounds so far and was well on my way to being ready for this surgery in a month or 2. But that wasn't good enough for him.  He then proceeded to tell me that "EVERYONE he knows that had bariatric surgery failed!", and then started giving me the name of a doctor that can "...

Okay, as promised, I'll update you on how the past 8 months have gone. As I said before, I had VGS on 2-2-22.  The surgery went really well.  I had virtually no pain afterwards, which I'm sure is credited to the great pain management medications given to me.  I ate nothing but sugar free jello, broth, and sugar free popsicles (which went directly into the trash can because they're beyond nasty) for 3 days. I remember how excited I was to weigh myself when I got home, because they'd taken out 80% of my stomach (which had to weigh SOMETHING), plus I'd basically eaten nothing for 3 days, plus my several days of pre-op liquid dieting.  I was SURE I'd be down a few pounds! I stepped on the scale when I got home....and saw that I'd GAINED 7 POUNDS! Luckily, I do know how this stuff works, and I knew that the nonstop stream of IV fluids had plumped me chock full of liquids. I knew not to panic, and to be patient. The first few weeks were a little difficult.  Mostly...

 I know i've been awful about updating this blog.  I don't even know if anyone is reading this, but I have written this from the perspective of what I would have wanted to read when I was contemplating all of this. I had my surgery on February 2, 2022.  It's an easy date to remember:  2-2-22. But just before my surgery, I had something happen that I'd like to share, that I didn't share before.  Some might feel it wasn't a big deal, but it was a huge deal to me, and I felt it was wrong. If you've read up until now, you know how I've felt about the program I was on.  I have always felt like they were very controlling, and not in a helpful way.  My "dietician" seemed to thrive on the power she had over the group, and relished in the fact that she controlled our destinies by being able to deny us a surgery date whenever she felt we weren't being obedient enough to her.  This always rubbed me the wrong way.  She was very nice at first, but even...