Hey Bucko! Eyes Up Here

 

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No, they’re not looking there. I wish they were. That would be easier to deal with, I think. 

I am a gastric bypass patient. I lost 160 pounds over 10 years ago. I have excess skin. I come from a long line of women blessed with both batwings and thunder thighs-even on the thin ones. Combine my genetic tendency with that amount of massive weight loss and well, yeah, my thighs would not make Heidi Klum jealous and my arms certainly do not rival Madonna’s. I rarely ever wear shorts because well, I rarely wore them when I was obese and I don’t really wear them now. However, I did wear sleeveless shirts before surgery because I live in Tennessee and it’s hotter than Hades here from April/May through September/October. 

I typically wear some type of shrug or sweater over my arms because I don’t love how they look. I realize they are not attractive; however, the number of people I’ve encountered lately who are staring at or making “eye contact” with my arms, more specifically my batwings, while I’m speaking is frustrating. Uh, hello, just need to clarify, my eyes are up here, not on my arms. Just like my personality, my intelligence and my worth were not and are not directly related to my weight; they are not tied directly to my arm jiggle.

I went shopping last week for some cute little dresses to wear at ASMBS. I found an adorable silky navy number, sleeveless of course, so my first instinct was to try and find something to wear over it. The adorable sales person asked me why on earth was I trying to find something to cover up that cute dress when it’s summertime in Tennessee. I looked at her, looked at the dress and wondered the same thing. So you know what? I bought the cute dress, I quit looking for something to cover up the cute dress and guess what? Both me and my arms will be rocking that dress at ASMBS, but just remember if I see you there, “The eyes are up here, Bucko.”

BariBelle

Response to ’20/20 Episode on 5/11: Losing It, The Big Fat Trap’

The build up to this episode was strong. The American Society for Metabolic and Bariatric Surgery sent an email to their membership and posted it on their website. The Obesity Action Coalition posted it on their social media outlets. I posted the reminder on our social media sites.

Dr. Robin Blackstone as President of the ASMBS gives multiple interviews. She is, after all, an expert in the field of metabolic and bariatric surgery. She represents an organization of thousands of surgeons, nurses, dietitians, exercise physiologists, physical therapists and psychologists dedicated to the care and treatment of those with obesity and severe obesity.

When I first heard they were pulling the segment with Dr. Robin Blackstone and Melting Mama, I thought it was so they could dedicate an entire episode to bariatric and metabolic surgery and how it is a life saving treatment for so many. Instead we got a 60 minute long sensationalistic expose on practices those of us who are healthcare professionals working diligently to help those with obesity and severe obesity would never support!

Lose 90 pounds in 90 days!
NOT!

Allow me to illustrate and elaborate on a few points your so called “reporting” missed.

1. There is no magic bullet, miracle discovery or new breakthrough cure for obesity.

2. Obesity is a life-long, multi-factorial, complex, chronic disease process that requires life-long, multi-factorial treatment by dedicated and experienced healthcare professionals.

3. Dobb-hoff tubes and tube feedings are for individuals who are either too sick or too malnourished to sustain their nutrient intake, it is not for weight loss.

4. Celebrities who represent various commercial weight loss programs have access to personal trainers, chefs, therapists and countless others in addition to the pre-packaged food provided while “on the program.”

5. Bariatric (weight loss) surgery is not only safe, it is life-saving when performed by experienced and skilled bariatric surgeons.

  • There are criteria that must be met to have bariatric surgery.
  • The criteria were established by the National Institute of Health in 1991.
  • Comprehensive Center of Excellence programs include access to Certified Bariatric Nurses, Registered Dietitians, Exercise Physiologists and Psychologists or other Behavioral Health Experts.
  • Laparoscopic bariatric surgery has been performed safely and effectively for over a decade.
  • Hundreds of thousands of successful bariatric surgery patients are not only surviving, they are thriving. I am one of them.
  • You interviewed one of them, Beth (AKA Melting Mama).

6. Instead of taking the opportunity to provide factual information from an expert on the most effective treatment we have at present for severe obesity and highlight the recent studies in the New England Journal of Medicine regarding how effectively bariatric surgery treats type 2 diabetes, you chose to “reveal” an expose on two surgeons. This story has been in the news for nearly a year. 

 


I am completely disappointed, irritated and flat out disgusted at the so called “journalism” that went into this ABC 20/20 episode. They completely and totally missed the opportunity to focus on legitimate, successful medically [and surgically] appropriate treatment for obesity and severe obesity. Instead I felt like I was watching a rogue episode of Entertainment Tonight.

Not good ABC, not good-shame on you.  ’20/20: Losing It: The Big Fat Trap’

BariBelle

I Forgot My Surgiversary!

Below is my before photo taken in January of 2001, just a few weeks before I had my gastric bypass surgery on March 2nd, 2001. I always remember my surgiversary. I usually write a pretty detailed post for our website, Facebook and ObesityHelp detailing how far I’ve come and how much better I feel. How did I forget this anniversary? At each seminar, when I’m doing our introductions and I speak about being a patient I always tell how many years postop I am. On Saturday when doing the opening, it hit me. Saturday was March 3rd. The day after my surgiversary. I’m now 11 years post laparoscopic Roux-en-y gastric bypass surgery at Centennial Medical Center in Nashville, Tennessee.

Wow. Eleven years. Weighing 330 pounds seems like a life time ago. It also seems like yesterday. That woman in the photo below, I know her well. I know for example that while many view her as a WLS success, she views herself as always one step away from sliding back into severe obesity. I know that she still misses treating herself with food so instead she treats herself with shoes, clothes, techno gadgets, etc. (some might say this is a transfer of addiction, I will address that later this week.) I know she has daily conversations with herself about her food choices, about trips to Starbucks, about what is more important today-the taste of a certain food on her lips or the fit of a certain skirt on her hips?

January, 2001 at 330 pounds, two months before gastric bypass surgery

A few weeks ago, it was my honor to be invited to speak at a Obesity Roundtable discussion held at Boston University. There were researchers and presenters from BU, Cornell, Stanford, Harvard and me (representing the patient, patient advocate, designated nurse and non-researcher.) Suffice to say, this was a very intimidating crowd. My topic was how we HAVE to change the public perception of obesity. Without doing so, these researchers will struggle to obtain the funding they need because, well, let’s face it, obesity is not a “sexy” disease. Without a change in the public perception of obesity, no matter what the research finds for cause and suggests for treatment, obesity will continue to be simply a character flaw, a lack of will. During my presentation, I shared my personal story of obesity. I shared the struggle of others too. I showed some of the images that are typically shown in the media, images used in the CHOA childhood obesity campaign, excerpts from media articles and sadly from healthcare journals that are disheartening, derogatory and downright demeaning. My plea, to understand while these images may have a certain “shock” value, these images are inappropriate and directly contribute to the way those with severe obesity are treated.

After the presentations, we had lunch (yes, it was healthy!) I was pleased that a few people actually wanted to sit with me and ask more questions. One gentleman is a professor at Harvard who teaches a mandatory 9 hour nutrition course to their medical students. I was very impressed with both this young man and that Harvard required this training…until we discussed it further over lunch. He shared with me how the students really dislike this class and look at it as something they are forced to do. He asked me how he should ingrain in these students the message they should treat their obese patients with respect. I responded that as future physicians, they should be taught to treat ALL of their patients with respect and be sensitive to their needs. I asked if he agreed with me that patients should be treated respectfully regardless of their age, sex, gender, race, ethnicity, sexual orientation, and physical and mental disabilities. “Of course,” he said. Then why is their physical size any different? Why does that number correlate to the level of respect due to an individual. His response was so simple but so true, “It shouldn’t, but we both know that it does.” There is so much work to be done.

Over lunch, we also discussed what life is like as a bariatric patient. I described a recent afternoon when I had had a really rough day at work. As I was leaving, I had that thought, “I’m going to Starbucks. It’s been a crappy day, I want Starbucks, I deserve Starbucks, I’m going to get Starbucks.” Then I reminded myself that what I really wanted has about 300 calories in it and my skirts have been a little snug lately so I really shouldn’t go because I really didn’t need those calories, especially since I could fix me a cup of coffee with SF creamer and splenda when I get home. As I was walking to my car, I started bargaining and negotiating, “well, just drive by there and if the drive thru line doesn’t go past where you order, you can stop; but if the line’s longer than that, well it’s a sign you shouldn’t stop.” Then, as I’m driving down West End, quickly approaching Starbucks, I’m thinking, “You know, you tell you’re patients all the time, they don’t deserve food rewards, remember you’re still a patient, crappy day or not, Starbucks is not going to make it better. This deal about how many cars are in line will determine if you stop or not is crap, don’t even look at the line, you don’t need it, don’t stop.” So, I pulled over in the far right lane, I didn’t look left, I don’t know how many cars were in line, I didn’t stop. When I finished that story, this poor professor is looking at me with his mouth hanging open and looking totally perplexed, he says, “Wow, I have never, ever put that much thought into anything I was going to eat or drink, if I want a cup of Starbucks, I just stop and get it.” I told him he should think what it’s like for a patient who has similar thoughts about pretty much any and all foods and drinks they take in, constantly trying to find ways to “justify” what/how/why/when and how much they are eating. Realizing that it’s not always feeding a true physical hunger, but often feeding an emotional need. We then had a great conversation about how what I described is just one factor that influences our weight. With so many complex factors at work, how can obesity treatment ever be so simple as eat less and exercise more? How can we continue to look externally and judge so severely what occurs internally?

I am a 46 year old white female with severe obesity. Eleven years ago, I underwent successful surgical treatment for the chronic disease process of severe obesity. I continue to keep my severe obesity in remission by committing to lifelong dietary modifications, lifelong lifestyle changes, regular attendance at support groups and weighing daily. I can slip at any time, I am susceptible to recurrence of my severe obesity. I am a patient deserving of ongoing treatment. I am a person deserving of your respect regardless of my size.

BariBelle

Cinderella's Castle at Disney 2001 (before) and 2011 (after) Gastric Bypass

In the Beginning…there was my first post!

After talking about it for a long time (mainly to myself), I decided to stop talking and start blogging. The final push to motivate me? A dear friend and one of the busiest women on the planet has recently found the time to start running (gasp) and to begin a personal blog. I rationalized if this super busy lady can find the time to share her perceptions and realizations with us, I need to stop procrastinating and do the same. If you would like to check out the most fabulous Dr. Jacqueline Jacques blog about running, please check out “Not born to run.

Of course me writing it and anyone reading it, well that’s two different things. If anyone finds my idle ramblings, (composed primarily of stray thoughts I have while driving to and from work) insightful, funny or enlightening then that will most definitely make me smile.

Where will my thoughts take me and this blog? Well, my husband and I recently adopted a one year old shelter dog, Geordie. He is quite honestly, the cutest and smartest dog on the planet, so there will be some Geordie tails (yes, I meant to spell both his name and tails that way.) I love, Love, LOVE to shop, so there will be some adventures in shopping. I am a bit of a coffee freak, so there will be coffee comments. I am also a bariatric surgery patient. I had gastric bypass surgery March 2nd, 2001. I lost 160 pounds. In 2004 I was fortunate enough to begin working with other bariatric patients, so there will be many references, ideas, hints, tips, and resources related to bariatric surgery. Most exciting for me, on January 1st, 2012 I will begin my role as Chairman of the Obesity Action Coalition, so there will be many updates and announcements about this wonderful organization.

Thank you for checking out my first post. Hopefully, you’ll cuddle up on the couch with your own warm puppy, hot cup of coffee and come back to read more.  That’s how I’ll be writing.

BariBelle