On Weight Loss Surgery And The Unbearable Thinness Of Being
Your Fat Friend

So I’ve spent a lot of time in the hospital in the last 6 months.. was reading in the paperwork from the last discharge and it said morbidly obese. I really beg to differ. It listed my height and weight and my BMI.. now I know they didn’t actually test it in any proper way, they used the standard calculations and gave me a label.. they don’t know that when I was 15 years old I was so thin you could see every rib when I was just standing normally but I was still a size 14. They didn’t take into account that I’m 5'6" of walking tank. Sure, I’m fat, no arguing that, but I’m not morbidly obese.. and anyone who sees me walking around when I’m actually healthy would know it right away. I kind of had fun screwing with the preconceived notions of the all the health care professionals at the hospital.. they expected me to wallow in the hospital bed for at least a full day after my hysterectomy, instead I was complaining as soon as I woke up about when they would let me get up and walk, and they finally let me got home 4 hours later after they couldn’t stand my constant griping anymore about being held hostage. It’s been 8 days now and I stopped taking any pain medication yesterday. I did have to go back into the hospital 3 days after because my legs swelled up and I was worried about blood clots (it was fine, it was a reaction to Ibuprofen) the look on he doctor’s face when he took my blood pressure and it was slightly below normal was honestly priceless. Now I’ve been suffering for quite a few years with uterine fibroids (short story — they cause you to bleed a lot more than normal every month) They really like estrogen so when they occur they’re usually a lot worse for heavy women because fat cells produce estrogen. Mine were genetic, my mother had them too, and hers turned into cancer before she had her hysterectomy , I dodged that bullet. In any case, I have exercise induced asthma, which means when my heart rate reaches aerobic level I get an asthma attack, I’ve had it my whole life, I’m used to living with it and being careful. Now add in bleeding very heavily every month (so heavily I actually had to have a blood transfusion) your body will make more blood but to make more red blood cells it needs iron, a lot of it. I was already taking a multi vitamin and an iron supplement but that wasn’t enough. Red blood cells are what carry oxygen to your brain and muscles, my heart was racing just trying to walk to the bathroom in our apartment, and racing heart = asthma attack = even less oxygen. It sucked. I could be a size 4 and the health effects would be the same, just for the record.

Anyway, this is becoming a book about my own person health BS, but the short of it is I’m no longer going to almost bleed to death every month so I’ll be able to get back to walking every day, I’ll probably lose a little weight but not expecting much, I’ve been the same dress size for 15 years, what I do lose in fat I’ll put on as muscle in my thighs so that magic BMI number will still say morbidly obese even though I’m no where close.

Fuck ‘em.. as long as I’m healthy I’m happy and my husband thinks I’m hot, that’s the only other person’s opinion I care about.

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