What The Hell Have I Done?

"What the hell have I done?"

That was the main thought running through my mind Monday morning after waking up from surgery and having a nurse rip the catheter out of my hoo-hah.

The answer was simple. 3 years of failed diets, lifestyle realizations, and lots of contemplation had led me to this point. Gastric Bypass.

The process was started around 7 months ago. In order to get my insurance to pony up, I had to go on a trial diet, monitored by a licensed physician, for 6 months.

Shame. Defeat. Embarrassment. All words that describe emotions I've felt during the last few months. I felt like maybe I was taking the easy way out by electing to have this surgery. Well I can now say for certain fact, this sure as shit ain't the easy way.

Monday's procedure lasted about an hour and a half. The staff at Crestwood Hospital was fantastic (aside from the evil Nazi that waited until I came off anethesia to rip out the catheter from seemingly across the room.) The rest of Monday was lost in an awesome morphine haze.

Tuesday brought an early discharge from the hospital, an excruciatingly painful ride home, and intolerable pain throughout the day. By Tuesday night I was regretting the decision to have the procedure.

Thankfully, I awoke feeling much better Wednesday. I logged a half mile of walking and was feeling my oats. Today, Thursday, May 19th, has seen about the same level of improvement. I'm moving around on my own just fine, including arising from bed.

More to come later, including lots of pontificating on the past, and the inevitable task of dealing with more demons in the future.

Over the course of the next few months, I will be treating this blog as a journal for my weight loss efforts, including images as I settle into a new way of life.

I hope you will follow along and maybe find a little humor and inspiration along the way.

Cheers,
John