My name is Jillian and I am fat chick. I have been chubby for a few years, I stand at 5'6 and weight about 40-55lbs more then I should. I don't have to shop at plus size stores but I wear the bigger sizes in the "normal" stores.
It has never really bothered me being a bigger girl until recently. I had a few circumstances that made me suddenly a little self conscience for the first time. Sometimes those little comments on my old pics on Facebook where people say "You looked so good when you were skinny" can make you feel kind of bad. Or the fashionista friend who is 5'9 and 140lbs who keeps complaining how big she is who looks embarrassed when I retort "If you think your fat then what am I?" Or the comments of clients who think anything over 150lbs is a BBW. I suddenly started looking at myself in a different light and decided it was time for a change.
I started doing research into different ways to lose weight. Becoming a gym rat is not my style. Dr. Bernstein is run by Nurse Nazi's who will cane you if you dare eat a crumb more the you should. Weight Watchers doesn't fit my lifestyle. Herbal Magic is hocus pocus and LA Weight Loss sucks. Jenny Craig is for washed up Celebs. Lipo only get some area's. Gastric By Pass is super extreme. Lap Band is just as extreme.
My research lead me to Gastric Balloon Surgery. Safe, simple and easy. They put you in twilight sleep and put a scope into your tummy via your throat. They make sure everything looks okay and fill up a balloon with a saline solution between 500-700cc's. The balloon stays in the belly for a period of six months during which you train your body to eat less and more carefully.
Last week I prepped my home and pantry for the surgery. On the Sunday before I got together with my dear friends for the last supper. Kyra and Kelly also joined in for what would be one of my final meals. With a chilled dirty martini with extra olives I toasted my friends and enjoyed a wonderfully spicy dinner at Springrolls. The night before the surgery I enjoyed my last supper with my super weekend phone girl Katie at Ruth's Chris. Ohhh, the food was so rich and tasted so good, I can still smell the garlic mashed potato's and taste the oysters on my sweet lips. My dog was so happy with the leftovers and bone I gave him from my giant prime rib.
I fasted for 36 hours and was driven to clinic by my friend in the early morning of Thursday. At 8:15 I was put to sleep and woke up about an hour later; when I woke up I didn't think they had even done the procedure as I didn't feel a thing. I spoke with the surgeon and nurses and was sent home with 500cc's of saline in my tummy.
Now, 5 days later I haven't eaten a thing. I am carefully consuming juice, water, protein shakes and liquid vitamins. This past weekend was a little rough as the codeine made me quite sick and I felt very weak. I am about to start a pureed diet in two days and slowly re-introduce soft foods into my system. I am going to be very careful about what I do put in my body over the next six months; I am off processed food, going to eat only organic and have a very healthy and balanced diet. I have constant meetings with the clinic and am being monitored closed by a dietitian as well as my GP.
When deciding on getting the surgery I spoke to friends about this. Hell, I even talked in great length with Steph @ Vixens and Sara @ Roommates about it. I started getting interesting feedback about what people think of a girl who thick and womanly. I hear from friends who have known me forever that think I am perfect the way I am and others who are worried about my already plump ego becoming too over sized when my weight is down to a slender size. Others have confessed that they think it is about time I did something about the extra poundage. My dear new beau, Mr. Cupid 4.0 is very upset with me over the surgery, he likes some extra "cushion for the pushin'" and is dreading what is going to happen to my super awesome rack when I loose all the weight and jokes that they will look like tennis balls in tube socks (personally, if I were him I would be happy that I am going to be into a protein rich diet as he, um, errr, is an excellent source of yummy protein).
Anyhow, I will update this thread over the next six months to document what transpires just to enlighten others as to the procedure and changes that will happen to my body. I know that the few clients I have mentioned that I doing this to have expressed a lot of interest in finding out about it.
Jillian the fat chick
xoxo
It has never really bothered me being a bigger girl until recently. I had a few circumstances that made me suddenly a little self conscience for the first time. Sometimes those little comments on my old pics on Facebook where people say "You looked so good when you were skinny" can make you feel kind of bad. Or the fashionista friend who is 5'9 and 140lbs who keeps complaining how big she is who looks embarrassed when I retort "If you think your fat then what am I?" Or the comments of clients who think anything over 150lbs is a BBW. I suddenly started looking at myself in a different light and decided it was time for a change.
I started doing research into different ways to lose weight. Becoming a gym rat is not my style. Dr. Bernstein is run by Nurse Nazi's who will cane you if you dare eat a crumb more the you should. Weight Watchers doesn't fit my lifestyle. Herbal Magic is hocus pocus and LA Weight Loss sucks. Jenny Craig is for washed up Celebs. Lipo only get some area's. Gastric By Pass is super extreme. Lap Band is just as extreme.
My research lead me to Gastric Balloon Surgery. Safe, simple and easy. They put you in twilight sleep and put a scope into your tummy via your throat. They make sure everything looks okay and fill up a balloon with a saline solution between 500-700cc's. The balloon stays in the belly for a period of six months during which you train your body to eat less and more carefully.
Last week I prepped my home and pantry for the surgery. On the Sunday before I got together with my dear friends for the last supper. Kyra and Kelly also joined in for what would be one of my final meals. With a chilled dirty martini with extra olives I toasted my friends and enjoyed a wonderfully spicy dinner at Springrolls. The night before the surgery I enjoyed my last supper with my super weekend phone girl Katie at Ruth's Chris. Ohhh, the food was so rich and tasted so good, I can still smell the garlic mashed potato's and taste the oysters on my sweet lips. My dog was so happy with the leftovers and bone I gave him from my giant prime rib.
I fasted for 36 hours and was driven to clinic by my friend in the early morning of Thursday. At 8:15 I was put to sleep and woke up about an hour later; when I woke up I didn't think they had even done the procedure as I didn't feel a thing. I spoke with the surgeon and nurses and was sent home with 500cc's of saline in my tummy.
Now, 5 days later I haven't eaten a thing. I am carefully consuming juice, water, protein shakes and liquid vitamins. This past weekend was a little rough as the codeine made me quite sick and I felt very weak. I am about to start a pureed diet in two days and slowly re-introduce soft foods into my system. I am going to be very careful about what I do put in my body over the next six months; I am off processed food, going to eat only organic and have a very healthy and balanced diet. I have constant meetings with the clinic and am being monitored closed by a dietitian as well as my GP.
When deciding on getting the surgery I spoke to friends about this. Hell, I even talked in great length with Steph @ Vixens and Sara @ Roommates about it. I started getting interesting feedback about what people think of a girl who thick and womanly. I hear from friends who have known me forever that think I am perfect the way I am and others who are worried about my already plump ego becoming too over sized when my weight is down to a slender size. Others have confessed that they think it is about time I did something about the extra poundage. My dear new beau, Mr. Cupid 4.0 is very upset with me over the surgery, he likes some extra "cushion for the pushin'" and is dreading what is going to happen to my super awesome rack when I loose all the weight and jokes that they will look like tennis balls in tube socks (personally, if I were him I would be happy that I am going to be into a protein rich diet as he, um, errr, is an excellent source of yummy protein).
Anyhow, I will update this thread over the next six months to document what transpires just to enlighten others as to the procedure and changes that will happen to my body. I know that the few clients I have mentioned that I doing this to have expressed a lot of interest in finding out about it.
Jillian the fat chick
xoxo
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