Posts Tagged ‘surgery’

Things I miss. Things I don't.

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

As many of you know, I've lost about 120 pounds since last February, thanks to the lap-band surgery I had in March (Brief status update – I've plateaued for a little while, due mainly to my high levels of stress, but I'll start making progress again soon). The lap band prevents me from eating more than four ounces of food at a time, although if you drink liquids while you eat or eat very slippery foods (aka those with ranch/mayo/etc), you can eat a little more. Tonight, I'm at home, watching "Man v. Food" and thinking "I could do that show." Well, I could have. It would be hard to eat the largest steak in Colorado or the largest burrito in Texas now! That got me thinking . . .

The things I miss:

  • Eating an appetizer, bread, a huge entree, and dessert.
  • Enjoying a big bite of a burger.
  • That feeling of satisfaction of cleaning a plate of food.
  • Getting to actually eat Thanksgiving dinner.
  • Never worrying about vomiting or having trouble swallowing

The things I don't miss:

  • Not being able to sit in a booth or in a chair with restrictive arms.
  • Acid reflux and heartburn.
  • Difficulty doing anything strenuous like walking more than 100 yards.
  • Always being hot.
  • Never feeling comfortable in public.
  • Worrying if a chair would hold me.
  • Hating every photo taken of me.
  • Only shopping at a Big and Tall store.
  • Being unable to buckle my seatbelt without effort.
  • Worrying about being dead by 40.

I guess it's not such a big deal after all if I can't do what he can do on Man v. Food.


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I am fat

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

My name is Adam Heath Avitable and I am fat.

On my birthday this year – January 26th, I turned 32. And I weighed 410 pounds.

My weight has always been an issue. In high school, it was the same old story as most fat guys you know. I was strong, I could eat anything, and I was unstoppable. In college, the freshman 15 was more like the freshman 40, and by the time I graduated at the age of 21, I was on my way to being obese.

Law school wasn't much better. A sedentary lifestyle combined with a love for every delicious food that existed led to a steady increase in my weight. I met Amy and had a reason to try to lose weight. For her, I tried several different diets and they all failed. They all failed for one reason – I wasn't doing it for myself. This meant that I'd cheat. And gain even more weight.

My third year of law school, I finally decided that I wanted to lose weight FOR MYSELF. Doing nothing more than Weight Watchers, I stuck with it for four months and lost 40 pounds. I felt better, Amy was happier, and I could see a change coming. Unfortunately, though, that change was a move to Los Angeles where I worked 14 hours a day starting a company, ordering food in, eating some of the worst food I could possibly ever eat. A Double Western Bacon Cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate chip cookie from Carl's Jr. was my breakfast. And that was the lowest calorie meal I'd eat all day.

I never weighed myself. I was too scared to see the reality of the situation, but I noticed in other ways. Getting a booth at a restaurant was a risky proposition because some restaurants had less room than others, so I'd always ask for a table. I wouldn't go to Olive Garden because their chairs had arms on them that would make it uncomfortable. Going through turnstiles at theme parks became impossible and I had to ask the attendant to let me walk through the handicapped gate. Airplane seat belts were a joke. Every chair was assessed for sturdiness before I'd lower myself into it.

The worse things got, the more stressed I'd get. Combined with the stress of owning my own business and the fact that I am a stress eater, I'd just eat more and more. I could eat a small birthday cake in two days' time. I would go to Burger King at 11:00 at night and get a Triple Whopper, a BK Double Stacker, Large Fry, and a Hershey's Sundae Pie. I'd order an entire large pizza just for myself. And at night I would snore like a freight train, I would stop breathing for minutes at a time thanks to apnea and I'd eat Tums like they were candy to prevent the inevitable heartburn and acid reflux.

I knew that I wanted to lose weight. I knew that I wanted to take the stress off of my heart and my joints before it was too late. I just couldn't do it. I poured everything I had into my business, and that meant leaving my health as the lowest possible priority. The chance of dying of a heart attack by 40 was very real. And I decided that I needed to stop making excuses, recognize my weaknesses, and ask for help.

In January of this year, I met with Dr. Stephen Levine of Coastal Bariatrics in Ormond Beach, Florida. Dr. Levine performs LAP-BAND surgery on obese patients throughout Central Florida. Simply put, the laparascopic band is a small silicone band placed at the top of your stomach that creates a small pouch. Since the nerves that tell your brain that you are full are located at the top of your stomach, when this pouch fills up with food, it sends a signal to your brain telling you that you are full, and you retain that feeling of being full for 4-5 hours afterwards. Since the pouch only holds about four ounces of food, you fill up quickly, significantly limiting your caloric intake, losing weight in a way similar to other surgical solutions without the risks inherent to those avenues.

Dr. Levine and I had a long discussion. He saw me as a viable candidate for the surgery, but before he was willing to schedule the surgery, I had to lose 5-10% of my weight first. So after my 32nd birthday, I weighed myself on a special scale that was designed for obese people weighing over 400 pounds, and started to lose.

From February 1st to March 1st, I had lost 30 pounds, alternating between achieving ketosis with no carbs and a liquid diet that was high in protein and low in calories. On March 2nd, my surgery was scheduled for March 25th. For the three weeks before my surgery, I was on an exclusively liquid diet, drinking high protein shakes and bottles of water four or five times a day, and that was it. And on the day of my surgery, I weighed in at 360 pounds – 50 pounds lost in less than 60 days.

The surgery was quick. I was home that afternoon and back to work the next morning. For the next few weeks, I was restricted to liquids, and then pureed foods, and then soft mushy foods, and finally real food.

Eating real food has some caveats, though. I weigh my food for most meals. Anything more than four ounces will come right back up. I have to chew my food 15-20 times per bite. Every meal should take me 15-20 minutes minimum. Certain foods will not go down properly and will make me choke or, even worse, vomit. My intake of soda has to be limited considerably. No more liquid calories. No more gulping food. My life, which has revolved around food and eating, has changed. My lifestyle has changed.

On my birthday this year – January 26th, I weighed 410 pounds.

Today, I weigh 310. I can sit in booths and go through turnstiles and walk around all day without getting short of breath. But I'm not done yet. By October, I plan on weighing 260. By December, 240. And by my 33rd birthday – January 26th, 2010, I plan on being at my goal weight of 225.

My name is Adam Heath Avitable and I am fat.

For now.

General anesthesia

Friday, March 27th, 2009

Some drugged up bullets for you:

  • I don't know what other people dream about when they're put under, but I had one of the most mundane and boring dreams. In it, I woke up, went to to work, talked to Britt, answered the phone, talked to clients, and then got woken up right as I was about to get a sale. I was pissed that Amy was waking me up and was momentarily baffled to find myself surrounded by several people standing over me on a table.
  • Apparently, it took seven people to intubate me before the surgery because I was bucking like a horse. My mother, who's a CRNFA and a head surgical assistant, said I also almost broke her hand.
  • The surgeon did not, even though I requested it, insert cybernetic body parts while he was in there. I was really hoping for cyborg eyes at the very least.
  • I wasn't nervous, except I kept having the idea that I might evacuate my bowels on the operating table. Britt, my best friend, decided to take that fear that I confided in her and tell everyone I did indeed do that. Luckily, I didn't, and apparently it's not really something that happens very frequently.
  • It seems like everybody gets good shit to bring home with them after a procedure – stuff like Percoset and Vicodin. Me? I got Liquid Tylenol with some codeine. I got screwed!
  • At one point after the surgery, my friend Mike (also a nurse) and Amy got me up and walking around the unit so that I could get the drugs out of my system. As I walked, I reached behind me to hold the back of the gown closed. I didn't realized until I did a full circuit that I was actually holding the gown wide open instead.

Have a good weekend!

There ain't no guy going at me that way

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

Luckily, I didn't have to have a popopropielectomy.

I'm writing this from my parents. I'm lucky to even have WiFi!

Did I miss anything yesterday?

I can hear an echo…cardiogram

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

So, today (Wednesday), I'm going in for some minor outpatient surgery. In preparation, I had to go in on Tuesday to have an echocardiogram and a stress test done.

The nurse, Lorena, was about 5'2", 22-23 years old, and extremely pretty. We went into the room, she closed the door and mentioned something about hanging my clothes on the hook on the back of the door. While she busied herself with the machine, I stripped down, hung up my clothes and stood there naked, awkwardly, waiting.

She turned around and gasped. "Umm, all I need is for you to take off your shirt, Mr. Avitable," she said in horror. I quickly put my shorts back on and apologized for the misunderstanding. "It's okay," she lied, "now I need you to lay down on your left side on the table here."

Have you ever tried to lay down on command? What you do is end up in an awkward pose that is not at all the natural pose you might use if you laid down to sleep or on the couch. "What should I do with my arms?" I asked.

"You can put your left arm up near your head," she offered. That didn't help. If anything it was even weirder. Finally, I just bent my elbow, rested my head on my hand, and decided that was the best that I could do. With one leg knee bent and my right arm resting on my inner thigh, I knew that this is what I looked like:

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"I'm like a fatter, less hairy, not quite naked version of Burt Reynolds," I joked as she spread warm ultrasound gel on my chest.

"Who's Burt Reynolds?" she asked in all seriousness.

"Sigh. Nevermind. So, can you explain what you're doing there?"

"Basically, this wand uses ultrasounds to capture a multi-dimensional picture of your heart so that we can make sure that everything's okay before your surgery,"

"Well, if you get lost, just take a left at the Burger King sign until you get into my right aorta, and you'll know you're going the right direction when you pass the milkshake fountain."

Silence.

"Boy, tough crowd!"

She just rolled her eyes quickly and continued doing her job. That's when I realized that this little cute nurse probably gets hit on by every old man, young man, and the occasional woman who's in there for an echocardiogram. She's probably so jaded about this that she just tunes out everything that is said.

"You know, I'm just trying to joke around because I've never had this done before and I'm a little nervous." I said.

She seemed to relax a little. "I understand."

"Besides, the last time I had a beautiful woman rubbing warm oils on my chest, I fell asleep and woke up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidney missing!"

This time, she laughed.