Why the tartar sauce, you ask? I ran across a quote not too long ago that read, "Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a row boat and bringing the tartar sauce." Unknown author. It is with this kind of optimism and fervor that I am determined to change my life....with a little help from WLS.
I'm a pre-oppie. In fact, I just got the nod from my PCP-----he'll be submitting the referrals/authorizations TODAY for my surgeon of choice. And, frankly, I expected a little more resistance from him. I strode in, John Wayne style, armed with the printout from TRICARE as to the requirements, a sample referral letter from Western Bariatric, and the start date of my fanatical weight loss try. (April 5, 2010).....and that was just when i started my food diary.
To date, I have met with him monthly, tried sparkpeople.com, Detox Diet, Food Lover's Fat Loss, Hypnosis for Weight Loss----all with and without phentermine and/or Metformin for weight loss. (nope, not a diabetic. nothing but PCOS) Supplements, no supplements, different supplements. Cardio, interval training, strength training, counting steps, counting bites, counting hours. Phew. My BMI is 42.1, and growing, now that I'm off of phentermine. Pardon my confusion, but how can the major concern at this moment be: "are you sure you'll be able to give up junk food?"
Can I give up a slice of pizza??? SURE! I've given up cigarettes, diet cokes, meeting friends at the bar for a drink, all refined flour products, all sugar completely, and the last DECADE of my life to whatever fad diet may have a slight glimmer of hope that it might shed a few pounds. Giving up pizza isn't a sacrifice. I give up better oxygen exchange every time I gain back the weight. I huff and I puff.....Let's talk sacrifice.....let's talk putting those smaller jeans back on the shelf in the closet after the new diet stopped working. Let's talk watching all of my skinny coworkers give a half-hearted effort at whatever diet I was fully committed to.....then watching them celebrate their 5 pounds a week loss....over a beer and bowl of chili! Let's talk about losing the battle for longer than winning it----in my life. Can I give up pizza, you ask? Even though I am as big as I am, I have dreams that, regardless of popular opinion, do not include Italian food.
......and this is frame of mind that I had when he said, "Sure, I'll give you a referral. He's a great surgeon, and I know you'll be thrilled with the outcome. What does the insurance need me to do?" So, whether it is timing, karma, fate, guardian angel, or a fairy godmother.......to whom it may concern......could you please make all of my appointments go this smoothly?
So long, pizza. Au Revoir! I'm trading you for tartar sauce.