What It’s Like Ten Years After Weight Loss Surgery

My decade without bread

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It has been twelve years since I ate bread.

Not because I don’t want to or don’t like bread, I just can’t. No cheeseburgers, no pizza, not even a sandwich.

Life is hard without garlic bread.

I have always struggled with my weight. I was the fat kid all through school. As an adult, I tried every diet and weight loss plan. I would lose weight and then gain it back usually plus some. By the time I reached my thirties, my weight was out of control. I had a stressful career and was lonely, so I ate. I ate to feel comforted and then ate more. I gained weight and soon found myself weighing in at 315 Lbs.

At 35 years old I was sick. For months, I took medication for my blood pressure, then one to control my blood sugar. Every time I would see the doctor I left with a new prescription for another health problem. I wanted to be content with my body but found it impossible to be okay with a body that was slowly killing me.

A scare while out on a drive made me realize that I had to make serious changes. I was running errands (probably getting some fast food) and became so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open. It was the middle of the day, and I was getting plenty of sleep back then. I was sure that if…