Tonight was my mother-in-law’s annual Christmas Eve get together. My husband and I went out to her house at about 1:00 p.m. and didn’t get home until about 11:00 p.m.
Every year at this party, the typical party foods are available – with desserts galore! Cupcakes and cookies and pies – oh my! I knew what I was going to be up against, but I assume there would be fruits and veggie platters like always. Bad idea – we all know what happens when you assume.
On November 20th, I had my first meeting with Dr. P, a physician in the Weight Management Clinic in my town. She was a very lovely woman that wasn’t judgmental or condescending (like some doctors I have met in the past). My PCP referred me to her and I wasn’t really sure what I was meeting with her about other than the obvious fact that I’m super morbidly obese. At almost 5’10” and 444 lbs, I knew that I needed to do something, so I listened to Dr. P’s three options: supervised eating plan, appetite suppressant medication, or bariatric surgery.