I finally got the call from my insurance today that I have hit Level 2 on my wls trek. I started talking to my primary on April 24, 2015 to get the ball rolling. I dealt with a nice case of shingles and a big family wedding this summer; while I have been biding my time waiting for the phone call. Someone misplaced my bloodwork from June, so I got it redrawn this week and now, Woot! I'm finally in progress. I had completely lost faith that this was going to come together. I'm don't want to be the squeaky wheel all the time, ranting and raving over my case.
I have had weight issues my whole life, and done my fair share of dieting. Things have gotten out of control in the past couple of years when I was dealing with an impossible job situation. I finally got to the point that I quit the job and moved across country back home. I am very limited on my walking and standing, but don't know if it is due to my weight or an exotic nerve condition.
So, Stage 2 is 6 months of monitored dieting and journaling with a nutritionist while I get all the orientations and clearances. The nurse assured me that this will be a busy time. I'm excited to get started. I can't contact my primary and set up a nutritionist until next week. The nurse said to enjoy this weekend. I'm afraid to eat. Afraid to not eat. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't want to do a fair well tour of my favorite foods and rack up more pounds I need to lose. But, I'm sure I will miss some foods down the way. I'm breaking up with food -- divorcing my bad eating habits.