On June 25, I underwent vertical sleeve gastrectomy. Essentially, 85 percent of my stomach was removed. This is a drastic weight-loss procedure, far more so than the Lap-Band that I had placed nearly four years ago. With the band, I lost 50 pounds, then had to have it unfilled and gained it all back.
This link explores the incredibly high failure rate of bands. In my case, it was a learned art that never took. I was either overfilled and miserable, unable to eat, or I was underfilled and so what the hell was the point of having the damn thing in my body?
At Thanksgiving 2011, I found myself in the emergency room at Kaiser Zion in San Diego getting completely unfilled. Then we went to Missouri for four months and I could EAT -- without puking -- and boy did I. I gained it all back in a matter of months and things were never the same.
Years later, I started thinking about the sleeve. Insomnia brought me to it, really. I would lie awake at night, tapping at my phone, thinking and wondering. Earlier this year I talked to Adam about a revision. We agreed it would be a good idea. Then I got the approval from my insurance company. We kept it quiet for a while, but before the surgery I spilled it all on Facebook because I knew I'd need the support. I couldn't be happier that I did. Everyone has been great.
I'm not going to lie: Surgery kind of sucked. I knew the minute I woke up in recovery that it was going to be a hard road. After the band I was joking about having Doritos WHILE IN THE RECOVERY ROOM -- no lie. This time it was far different, harder and more humbling. The first full day at Summit Medical Center in Oakland was completely challenging. I was nauseous and exhausted and all I wanted to do was go home, shower and have a good cry.
But now I'm five days out and nine pounds down. And if I feel good enough to pound this blog post out, I feel good enough to keep pushing forward. I plan to do just that.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.