Epilogue:

Well the truth is I’m a failure.  When I sat there listening to Dr. Felix at the seminar and he said a percentage of folks sitting in here tonight will fail, I knew I would be one of ‘em.  I know it’s noone’s fault but my own, however I do believe that in the first six months this surgery failed me.  Thanks to the innumerable strictures and ulcers I basically starved to death those first six months; anything I could eat I would eventually throw up.  And it doesn’t quite seem fair that Mother being only 2 ½ months out, breaks nearly every rule, never exercises and yet has lost over 60 pounds.

But… that’s how it goes.

The idea was that this surgery worked for you those first six months.  Christ, no matter what ya do ya really can’t eat much of  anything so logically the weight would come of.  Logically.  I’ve studied every other case I could possibly get my hands on and came to the conclusion that my only losing 14 pounds in my first month was absurd.  Just considering my mass alone and lack of caloric intake, logically I should have lost more.  Logically the average loss is double for my weight and stature at the time.  So what a pisser to be so completely illogical.

By now it’s far too late for me.  Yes we could go have a string of tests run so perhaps I could have card carrying proof of why I’m a fat bitch, but honestly I just don’t care to or just don’t care period.