I know...scary.
My name's Eric ("Hi, Eric"), and I had RnY back on March 22, 2004.
I've been big a long time. I played football through high school and college and was in decent shape for being big. Unfortunately, when football stopped, my eating didn't. So over fifteen years I packed on enough weight to get over a quarter ton.
I didn't see myself that way, though. I had excellent mental blinders that let me see myself as big as I was when I played football. Yeah, I was big...but I wasn't, you know, fat.
Then I had a friend have surgery and watched her live up to her end of the deal and get in terrific shape. I started to go to support meetings. I'll admit to my awful thought when I went to the first one: "Man, this is for fat people, not for me."
I probably outweighed the next largest person by 100 pounds.
I don't know what did it, but one day the blinders were ripped away and I saw myself for the 500 pounds I was. I wasn't happy at the revelation. I went from "Yeah, I'm a bit heavy" to "Good Lord, what happened to me" in about ten minutes.
Long story short...I researched and researched. I talked to surgeons, dietitians, doctors and psychiatrists. Eventually I decided I needed to do this. I was still healthy, but all signs pointed toward massive failures within five years. I didn't want to wait for that.
I educated myself on the risks and got approved through insurance. I got a date. I was ready for anything.
Except for what happened. (Don't worry, this is bad and good. None of the bad is due to the fact that I had WLS. Any surgery at all may have triggered this issue.)
This was my first surgery ever in 37 years. What I didn't realize is that I had a little genetic anomaly that makes anesthetic potentially lethal for me. They put me under. My surgeon performed a perfect surgery.
Then the fun started. Without getting too graphic, the muscles in my back...melted. That caused my kidneys to be in danger of shutting down. I woke up in the ICU in the worst pain in my life. I don't exaggerate.
I spent two weeks in the hospital being treated like a burn victim to flush the toxins out of my body and to keep my kidneys functioning. After I got out of the hospital, I literally had to learn to walk without having muscles in my lower back.
The good news on that: the muscles are back to 95%. Less than good news: the nerve damage is permanent. But it's not like I go around feeling things with my lower back.
What about the surgery? It's been perfect. I have not had a single issue in the nineteen months since. I reached my goal at 14 months, and have been trying to maintain ever since (staying within a few pounds either side of my goal).
With the results I've had, I'd go through the pain all over again without hesitation.
Now for the bragging:
Starting Weight, day of surgery: 478
Today's weight: 205
Waist Size, day of surgery: 64-66" 6x
Waist Size, today: 34"
Shirt Size, day of surgery: 6x
Shirt Size, today: Medium
Body Fat Percentage, today: 12.4%
That's about a month before I reached my goal.
And here's a series of pictures that shows my facial evolution through the last year and a half:
That's WAY more than enough about me.
Take care,
Eric C.