The Second Step

Hi there, me again. Okay so once the meeting with the dietitian is over you then move to the second step which is a meeting with a social worker. In this meeting they will just chat with you at first to see what your mental status is like. Then they will press for more deeper stuff, like why do you think you became so over weight. They will talk to you about your family history, about if there is any mental health issues in your family history. They will talk to you about depression, have you ever been, did you seek help if you had been, what makes you think your not anymore...stuff like that. They will also describe the surgery and what to expect. They will ask if you have a solid support group in place to make this work or will you be pretty much doing it alone. They will then give you outlets to seek support if you need more, they will give you a list of online support groups and what not. They really want you to succeed so they will try and do all that they can to help you succeed. This meeting actually wasn't to bad, or at least I didn't find it all that bad. But then again I had already done the research and had the support group in place to make this change and succeed at it. I am not saying that it is easy by any means. It was really one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. But if your open and honest with the social worker and with yourself you will really find it a much easier process to go through. The steps take like 30minutes to an hour out of your life and lead you towards the end goal that you desire. Which for me was to qualify for the surgery and succeed at beating obesity for the first time in my life. I don't want to be fat anymore and I can't do it alone. I tried and failed to many times.

I know this one is a short step. But each and every person has their own demons and own reasons for why and how they got over weight and these are for you to talk to the social worker and with yourself. I personally can tell you that a big part of my obesity came from being miss diagnosed at 14 with severe asthma and put on 3500 mg of puffer steroids a day for 10 years. During this time I gained almost 300 lbs and it wasn't like I was eating horrible stuff. It was mainly that my body didn't need the steroid. It wasn't until I was 24 and they ran tests with a different specialist that they compared the two results and realized that I was miss diagnosed and that they were sorry but didn't know what the long term side effects were. But that I should lose weight cause the obesity would be prolonging any long term side effects. Yet I wanted to scream that the obesity was their fault. Well after that I started working out and actually was losing weight and lost 135lbs of it but then I moved away from home. Moved away from my comfort zone. This brought on a whole new set of issues...lol it was at this time that I should have really been more aware of what I was eating and putting into my body, but instead I ate out almost everyday because it was easier and somehow made me feel like I had friends. Even though I really didn't. Then I met my husband and we ate out everyday. We moved into together and because we hated our apartment so much we would eat out all the time just to spend as much time away from the apartment as we could. This of course packed the weight back on. Then we got into a car accident and I was diagnosed with 3rd degree whiplash and nerve damage to my shoulder. This made it really hard to do anything. Plus you put on the stress of working full time while I could barely move and having your boss tell the insurance adjuster that if I had to take any medical leave I would be fired, ya things were not good. so back to always eating out and not working out. so more weight came on. I guess what I am trying to say is that everyone has their reasons for why or how they became obese. It is with working with a social worker or just delving into your own mind and soul that you find out your reasons and if you can conquer them. I will most likely talk more about my life as we get further into this blog. I seem to go off on tangents a lot and for that I am sorry but it is who I am...