A picture may be worth a thousand words, but to me they just added on a thousand extra pounds. I hated the way I looked, I hated looking in the mirror. All I wanted was to be as awesome on the outside as I was on the inside.
For me, gastric bypass wasn’t about being physically healthy. I was fat, but perfectly healthy. I didn’t have diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure or any other co-morbid condition.
But mentally? My weight was impacting me negatively. I had sunk into a deep depression that no medication could help ease.
It was an endless cycle and it went like this: get very depressed because I was overweight, turn to food to cheer me up, hate myself even more for eating what I just ate, get more depressed about being overweight, eat something else to make me feel better.
It never ended.
The only choice that made sense to me was to seek a surgical intervention to my ongoing problem.
Travel with me in this edition of StarChild as I take you on my mental journey down the road to weight loss.
Who am I?
For now just call me NTAGABTF.
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