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« on: January 14, 2010, 09:39:25 AM » |
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If there is anything that pisses a Post-Op off most is hearing someone say that having bariatric surgery is “The easy way out” of obesity. What does that mean?
Okay, yeah, I suppose someone could eat right, exercise and lose all the weight. People do that. But realistically, these people are not the norm. The commitment required to do that can be called “soul crushing”. Most people do not have the time or money to become totally focused on eating right and working out. Yes, celebrities can get in amazing shape quickly, but they can afford trainers, chefs, dieticians and can dedicated X number of hours per day to working out. Normal people are lucky if they can afford a gym membership and manage to get there 3 times a week.
People make dumb comments. “Have you tried eating less?” “Maybe have more salads.” “Stop drinking soda.” I remember one genius who said you could lose weight by drinking nothing but hot water. Yeah, that and maybe dance around with a chicken foot, let’s try that.
In a way getting bariatric surgery is like joining a monastic order. It’s a way of life, not a diet. It’s a difficult path to follow, but a very rewarding one. It gives your life countless positive things to enjoy, but it demands discipline, sacrifice, focus and determination. It’s a hard life to live, and it can be lonely. The world is filled with soda, fast food, sugar, countless assaults from the media. Most people have options, we have rules.
If we follow the rules, stick on mission, walk the path set for us then yes, we will be successful. If we don’t, then we’ll enjoy some time of weight loss. Some time but not much. It will be a glorious springtime of health, to be followed by another ice age of obesity. To me, that seems an even worse sort of hell. To have been obese, then lose a drastic amount of weight, only to return to the life of obesity? To forever have that memory of being healthy again, only to have that time in your past. No, I won’t go quietly into that dark place. I will walk my path, continue my mission and be true to the lifestyle of this order that I endured a physical ordeal to enter.
But back to the comment, The Easy Way Out…
To me, the easy way out is staying on my couch, opening a bag of chips and playing video games. The easy way out is Chinese take-out, drive through burgers, buttered rolls, fried chicken and sizes like 1X, 2X and 3X. I lived that life, and yes, it was easy. It was easy just to eat. It was hard to walk around, to be accepted socially, to be proud of myself or have any sort of self esteem. But I was used to all that. It was the devil I knew, and I lived with it for many years. That devil would have killed me before my time, smothered me in my sleep under my own weight most likely (I had severe sleep apnea). I would have died young, obese and ashamed, while my children grew up without a father and my wife raised them without me. It would have been horrible, but terribly easy to do. All I had to do was keep doing what I was doing, living my life between my meals, which had always been the focus and high points of my day.
You want to know what’s hard? Change, Change is hard.
Getting bariatric surgery is change, physical change coupled with a commitment to a lifestyle change. The physical alteration is over in 2 hours of surgery, two weeks before to be on liquids, two weeks after to heal. Maybe 3 months for your body to really be used to it all. After that, well, after that you start to pay for it out of your own pocket. It’s like crossing a bridge and then burning it down behind you. You have NO intention of going back, but you can re-build it if you really want to. As for me – “ We don’t need no water let the mother-f’er burn”.
When I hear that comment from someone, or how I took the easy way out, I just smirk. Those people don’t know me, they don’t see me measure my food, read my labels, ride my bike, lift my weights. They don’t see me eating soup when other people have burgers. They aren’t there in the lonely dark moments, the moments of temptation, they don’t see the struggle to remain committed. Those who know me, who really know me, realize what goes into living this life. They respect me and my efforts, some comment how they admire my strength.
“The Easy Way Out” - Those are words spoken by those trying to rip us down. Words spoken out of jealousy, out of hate. They are words spoken by cowards to heroes who fight battles they will never face. They mean nothing. We know the truth.
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