Back Story & Beginning of My Journey
The Back Story/ Beginning of My Journey I’m fat. I’m not “big boned”, I’m not “chubby”, I’m fat. This is ok. I’m a big boy (pun intended) and I can handle hearing this. My friends and brothers don’t let me forget it. So let’s call it for what it is. That’s how I am, or try to be anyway. In March of 2016, I had a routine doctor visit. My health wasn’t all that great. I weighed in at 307 and my asthma was out of control. Not only that, I didn’t sleep all that well. Some of that I can blame on my cat for sleeping on my legs at night but when you wake up 5 or 6 times per night, that’s a problem. You’re going to feel like crap the next morning. My doctor looks me dead in the eye and she says “What are you doing? Your weight is ballooning, you sound like crap, you’re not sleeping well…you need to make some changes and now”… that’s when I asked if she’d recommend me for the gastric sleeve surgery. I figured “Hey I’m obese, I should be a candidate and this sleeve will help