Intro to the Weightloss Chronicles or as it's most recently become affectionately referred to: Go fuck yourself.

When I was 25 I regarded gastric bypass as nothing more than a heinous punishment for the morbidly obese created by the medical society.  However my therapist's PCP had recently attended a seminar for the Roux-en-Y and was quite impressed with the recent medical breakthroughs.  So 26 had rolled over and in July of 2003 I began researching this surgery.

In truth I was desperately in need of this surgery.  At the time I topped the scales at 430 and my BMI was a staggering 80 in comparison to a normal 24.  Options were quickly diminishing as I'd arrived at the point where a mere few steps tired me out.  While I suffered from none of the usual co-morbidities: diabetes, high blood pressure, over the top cholesterol, sleep apnea, etc -- this was obviously no way for a person to live.

This is the story of my journey through WLS beginning in July 2003 -- chronicling the events before, during and surgery, and of course all the complications, hardships it entailed, but also the triumphs and victories.

This isn't one those preachy, "Here's what I think you should do stories."  It's just my story -- take from it what you will.

If you'd like to start at the beginning try here.

This was me at 430