I am now 108KG, which is a total loss of 102 KG.

Surely thats some kinda record?

I was coming home from the shore about 20 mins after it opened, and here goes:

So like, hit 110KG (242lb), so I am down from 463 lb (210KG), total loss of 220lb. Does that make me the biggest loser?

Shoulder isnt dislocated, its an inflamed tendon on top of the shoulder, which is being squished because the bone is too thick and there is not much room. If the pain isnt gone by November, they will grind the bone down.

June 30 2009, at 10:30 am I was having a laproscopic gastric sleeve operation to help me loose weight.
I had started at 210KG 3 months before, and got down to 180KG on surgery day.
Its now 7 pm, and I would have been in recovery, with nurses and so forth freaking out because my blood pressure was too low.

I didnt know it, but I was leaking from my staples, and would spend the next 6 weeks in hospital, then a further 6 weeks waiting for them to remove stents from my stomach which were causing my much pain and discomfort.

I’ve learned many things in the last year, but one that I am getting my head around now is just how hard it is to not be able to eat. Depression, it seems, is very common post surgery, according to some surveys, because of the profound effect food has on people, and the inability to eat it causes mental stress.

See, an alcoholic doesnt depend on alcohol to fuel their body, they wont die with out it. But someone who cant eat anything, WILL die.. and the brain knows this.. its a primal self preservation thing. Thats not why people get fat though, there are a gazillion reasons for that. But the fact is, there is a point where there is no return.
These days, I can not eat, even if I want to. No matter how much I want a baconator, I cant eat one. I can sniff, but I can not eat. I can not.. no matter how much I want to.. cheat. I cant be like an alcoholic and have a drink.. I just cant.. it doesnt go in.. it cant happen.

This realisation takes awhile, and when it does sink in, its a very hard pill to swallow. Its hard to explain to someone who has not been through the same experience.

Anyway, the upshot is I am now 114kG, and feeling great (apart from a dislocated shoulder). I had sleep apnea, diabetes, hypertension, repeated cellulitis, and goodness knows what else was breaking. I couldnt get life insurance, couldnt fit in a normal size car, couldnt buy clothes, couldnt pee standing up, couldnt get a job, couldnt be a dad or a husband properly, couldnt look after my house, could hardly stand up. I was dead. Now I am alive again.
Anyone who says this surgery shouldnt be funded and available for those who need it should be lined up against the wall and shot. Because thats what they are doing to people they refuse to help.

Feeling a bit crook, and have a boil on my chest that looks like a 3rd nipple, but still, managed to do this run.. going again tonight:

before – 210KG:

Today at 117 KG:

Note:

If you have had gastric surgery and take anti inflammatories (even nurophen) they can WREAK HAVOC with your stomach.

I went for a run, and tripped over the dog.. hurt my back.. a day later was in pain so took some nurophen. 2 days later thought, man, this hurts WORSE, went to the doc, got some voltarin, 2 days later i am virtually crippled (stomach pain like this has a habit of transmitting to other parts of the body, chest, shoulders, back, neck, etc). So after 2 weeks I am still crippled and now have some losec, which should kill the inflammation of the stomach.

DONT DO IT!

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This is the run for wednesday night:

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Hi there folks.. today I broke 120kg.. 119KG. Awesome. I think I was this weight sometime in the late 80′s :P

If you are considering weight loss surgery, remember one thing, the surgery will NOT stop your mind wanting to eat. Go for a run, do some work, get bored, get emotional, and your brain will say “PIG OUT MAN”.. and your body wont be able to do it.

I’ve been having this struggle now for a few months and its very very hard. I feel a bit like a ex-sex addict who lives in a whore house. Or an alcoholic who works in a bar – the only difference is that I am allowed to eat, I jsut cant eat much, or fast.. its very frustrating and not very satisfying.

yes, I am.

last night I took the dog for a run, and i ran nearly 2.5 Km.

I havent been able to run for 10 years, and havent been able to run that far for 20 years.

Talk about miracles. I am a bit stiff today, but can still walk. I’ll see if i can last the distance again on friday.

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