I"m feeling blog-y tonight... I'll play. I won't specifically address your points since I am pre-op, but this is on my mind constantly. When I go to bed, when I wake up, whatever it is I'm doing I am constantly thinking about this surgery and the impact it will have on my life. I think that aesthics are just the icing on the proverbial cake. For years and years I have repeatedly tried to analyze my reasons for being obese and through the years I've come up with some good theories. I think though that I've hit the motherload of all theories where my morbid obesity is concerned. I am a survivor of violent sexual abuse that was perpetuated for nearly the first 11 years of my life. The details are gory and I don't wish to share them in this forum, but trust me when I tell you that my childhood was full of violent violation. In order to survive I cut myself off of from my emotions. THAT's that food does for me. It cuts my emotions off. Mindless eating in front of the tube doesn't really promote self awareness for self health. By being morbidly obese I am also perpetuating the same violence that was done to me as a child. I don't love, cherish, and protect ME. I'm abusing my body. I'm opening wide the door to all sorts of co-morbidites. It's like I put out a diamond encrusted welcome mat to Type II diabetes, heart disease, sleep apnea, et al. Apparently I've told them to invite their friends achy joints, asthma, and displaced anger, too. When I'm shoveling food in my mouth at the speed of light I don't have chance to stop. To think. To feel. I use food to numb myself. I use it to numb myself from the stares of people. I use it to numb my self hatred (that I so miserably displace on my poor DH). Food is keeps me from taking risks and living my life b/c it reflects horribly on my self esteem. I feel like my life is waiting behind door #1 and I can't wait to open it. I know that the process is gonna hurt like hell, but I'm ready. I'm 36 and I'm ready to FEEL again, to LOVE completely, to not block others out by my obesity. I can't wait to jump in with both feet-- I'm so ready. I hear on MONDAY if I go in on THURSDAY for my surgery. The anticipation is KILLING ME. God Bless ya'll if you got this far (you were warned I DID say I was feeling blog-y).
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