The most mentally excruciating days of my life were those between scheduling my surgery and the actual date. For one thing, my out of control eating soared to new levels of debauchery. Like a death row inmate on the eve of execution, I binged on all of my favorite foods as if I would never have them again. Because I might not. And that scared the crap out of me. (more…)
Coming home from the hospital was the beginning of a profoundly different way of life for me. I had a lot of instructions to follow to assure not only my recovery from the surgery, but the success of the endeavor. (more…)
Let me get you caught up. For nearly my entire life, I had struggled with insecurity regarding my weight and I used food to comfort myself. Eventually, after failing by my own attempts, I had my mouth figuratively sewn shut. A few months after bariatric surgery, the most “solid” food I could eat was eggs and I was beginning to gag on them. So you can imagine how happy I was. Then, it got worse. Much worse. (more…)
As I started putting weight back on, I tried to convince myself that it was just a few pounds and I could get back on track easily. Less than two years after having gastric bypass surgery, I was able to eat most of the the things I had eaten before and many of the things that were ill-advised by my doctors. (more…)
Previously, in Stuff That Has Happened to Stacy:
I had finally begun to understand not only the causes of my problem, but the required solution. I could no longer let my appetite and food control me. I had to confess and repent from my sin, which was idolatry. (more…)