This is a pretty cool story that was aired on Chronicle a few weeks ago about a woman's 10 month gastric bypass recovery. Check it out!
"In high school, Colleen Michaels-Walsh weighed 550 pounds. Over the succeeding years she lost and gained weight, jeopardizing her health, her work life, and worrying her family. Finally, she decided to take a drastic measure: gastric bypass surgery. Over the last ten months, Chronicle followed her progress as she attempted to regain control of her life; tonight, Anthony Everett tells her story." -Chronicle website
Thursday, April 28, 2011
In the essay I had to write to be accepted into the gastric bypass center, they asked you why you wanted to have this surgery. There were a lot of really good things I could have written to answer this simple question. Improving my heath…looking better…becoming more active. Instead, I just wrote the first thing that popped into my head.
I wanted to fit into the seats at Fenway.
Despite my outward “girly girl” appearance, I enjoy watching (NOT playing) sports. I was brought up watching lots of games with my dad and now that I’m older, going to games has become one of my favorite things to do….when I can afford it.
But, even though I enjoyed it, I can remember the anxiety that I felt about one simple thing.
The constant wondering if my butt was going fit in and not bust out of the sides of the seat was just horrible. Even when I could squeeze my ginormous behind in there, I was extremely uncomfortable and the anxiety about it could almost ruin my whole time.
Well, a few weeks ago, Chris took me to a Bruins hockey game at the Bank North Garden in Boston. It was the first time I had been to a sporting event since my surgery and I was really excited.
We had a quick pizza dinner before we went in. This was naughty, I know, but I only ate a piece and a half of pizza and was SO full…(instead of the whole pie I used to be able to eat!)
When we went inside and sat down, I was surprised by how comfortable I was….There was space on both sides of my butt and I could even cross my legs. It was the first time I had a “gastric bypass moment” in a REALLY long time and it really made me smile.
Even though it rained and I looked like a wet dog that night, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was fun to see the game…but it was just as fun to know I made some of my own "goals" that night, as well!