I’ve been on a year-long journey that reaches a big milestone tomorrow. For the past year, I’ve been followed by an obesity clinic in Lausanne, in preparation for gastric bypass surgery, which is scheduled to happen tomorrow morning.
I’ve been followed by a multi-disciplinary team of an obesity specialist, dieticians, a nutrition psychologist and a surgeon. I quit smoking. I started doing small changes to my eating and drinking habits. Just with those small changes, and not a lot else, I’ve already lost 10 kilos. I started at 130+ and as of last night, I was at 120 kilos. If all goes according to plan, by this time next year, I’ll be at 85 kilos. To put that in perspective, I’m going to lose the weight of a typical 10 year old child. Or one big black labrador. Half of that weight loss will happen in the first 3 months, and then taper off gradually.
I’m… scared. Hopeful. Anxious. Positive. Intellectually, I know I’m doing the right thing for the right reasons. I’m also constantly second guessing my decisions, and actively trying not to let the bad thoughts get a foothold. I have strict orders from Katy and from my therapist not to die or stroke out tomorrow morning. Going to do my best. So. Yeah. Watch this space.
