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#SurgeryFAIL? (yes, that was a twitter reference, and yes I am ashamed)

The recap: I had Gastric Bypass seven years ago. I started out at 290, never got down below 185 (size 16 jeans), and have fluctuated somewhere around 200 for the past couple years. I exercise regularly and eat well. I've also had a tummy tuck and arm/thigh lifts. I'm currently around 207, and eating 1770 calories a day in a drastic attempt to drop back below the 200 mark.

The current problem: Every now and then I watch a documentary or read an article about someone who has had weight loss surgery, and I feel like they're always so thin. I don't really understand why I never got all that thin in the first place, and why it's such a struggle just to maintain the loss, much less lose more.

The conclusion: I guess I'm disappointed. I don't regret the surgery, because it's had a huge impact on my life and my confidence, but I am frustrated that after three surgeries and seven years of struggle, I still feel fat. At what point is a weight-loss surgery considered a failure? I live in fear of gaining back all the weight and having to have another surgery, or just live with my body...
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Anne said…
PS Sorry that was so short and disjointed. I had a sort of outline in the text box, and then I accidentally published it, and I couldn't figure out how to unpublish it, so I just cleaned it up a little and sent it back out into the world...
2 May 2009 at 21:18
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