It's nearly 1am. I can't sleeeeep. HAHA. Going to be a long wait til next Friday (preop). I'm going to have to resist grabbing Mr P and kissing him for FINALLY getting to me! As much as I bitch about the wait I endured...the man gave me a chance. I know others in the USA would have done a DS in one go, but that isn't done here on the NHS. I did everything wrong. I gained weight during my 2 year wait for my sleeve and for the pre-op I lost 20lbs max when he wanted 77lbs. And he still did me. I owe that man my life. My weight was a run away train and I felt so helpless and scared....and even though I couldn't pull myself together preop, he still gave me a chance when others would have pushed me out the door and told me to lose weight and come back.
Honestly, I think that's why I have done so well with just a sleeve up until now. I get down, regain, remember the chance I was given by a man who believed I was worth it, I get my head back on straight and lose more. It's been a cycle with me. Most know heavy weights can't hang with just a sleeve and maintain....but I sorta have (yo-yoed, but end up less than before) and that's all because of the letter Mr P wrote after I saw him Feb 2012...he wrote that I have done "extremely well". That meant the world to me because I felt like a failure...in the beginning when the losing is fast, you can't imagine not getting to goal. But it was always the plan to get a DS....so I haven't failed....just doing what we always knew was needed.
I owe Mr. P. my life. Even if just for the sleeve. I was housebound, miserable, ashamed, embarrassed...and trapped. Funny enough, I am now pretty damn disabled and have mobility issues but I would rather be me now than me then.
Anyways, I'm rambling. Exicited insomniac alert lol. I <3 Mr Patel!