Posts Tagged ‘weight loss’

Fatty McFatterson

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

If you've been reading this blog for more than four or five months, you're aware that in an effort to lose a significant amount of weight and to avoid dying by the age of 35, I underwent lap-band surgery in March 2009. For those of you who don't know, the lap band is a small band placed at the top of your stomach that allows you to eat about four ounces at a time and you should stay full for about four to five hours on only those four ounces.

Since February, when I started dieting in preparation for the surgery, I've lost almost 120 pounds. That's more than an Ali. It's almost a Britt. It's not close to a LeSombre.

The last two months, though, haven't been nearly as successful as the previous seven. My weight loss has slowed to a crawl. I've been under a great deal of stress, which causes me to eat more small meals during the day, not the three I should be eating. I also know of different ways to eat more, such as drinking water or liquids during my meals, eating liquids like ice cream, or eating really "slippery" foods like foods with a lot of Ranch or mayonnaise on them. I have not been working out, either. Combine these factors with the fact that my band is currently looser than normal (after an overtightening a month ago), and my weight loss has been almost zero.

In an effort to kickstart it again and continue on my quest to reach my goal weight of 225 pounds, the amazing and wonderful Karen Sugarpants and I are having a little competition (thanks to Matthew over at ChildsPlayX2 for the idea). We are going to see who can lose the highest percentage of weight by February 1. The winner gets the satisfaction of winning. The loser has to post a music video in which she dances to a song chosen by me. (Or, if by some amazing chance, Karen wins, I'll dance to a song chosen by her.)

With Thanksgiving this week and Christmas around the corner, replete with fudge, cookies, and lots of other temptation, this should be interesting, but hopefully not a portrait of abject failure. Wish us luck, and if you have any suggestions for what song Karen should dance to when she loses, leave them in the comments.

I hate puking

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

I. Hate. Puking. Before I had lap band surgery, if I ever felt like I had to puke, I would swallow my gorge and do whatever it took to prevent myself from vomiting. I figured that it was mind over matter, and if I could calm the savage seas of my stomach until it calmed down, I'd be fine.

Now I don't have that luxury. See, the lap band is essentially a small band that fits around the top of my stomach, creating a four ounce pouch at the top. Since the nerves that tell your brain that you are full reside in the top of the stomach, merely four ounces of food creates the mental sensation of being full, and that feeling lasts for 4-5 hours. If you eat more than four ounces of food, or don't chew your food enough, it will get caught as it tries to pass through the band, and you will be forced to vomit. There's no mind over matter. Nothing you can do to convince your body to settle down. The only way that food can leave your body is back through your mouth. And that fucking sucks. But, for the most part, if you chew slowly and avoid really stringy foods, and don't overeat, you won't have to vomit.

If only that was it. But no, there's more! The band is filled with saline, and there is a line from the band through my body that ends in a port under my skin about a foot below my left nipple. You can't see the port from the outside, but you can feel a small hardness under my skin. The band's saline slowly dissipates over time, so once every two months or so, the surgeon must inject more saline to tighten the band and keep the pouch as close to four ounces as possible. Most people who fail using the lap band do so because they do not go in regularly for adjustments and over time, they are able to eat more and more food.

The downfall to the adjustments is that your stomach muscle undergoes some swelling for 24-48 hours after the adjustment. This means that even liquids can be hard to swallow, and you must take very small sips.

I had an adjustment done on Monday (I was also under 300 pounds for the first time in probably 10 years), and it took me all day on Monday to drink a milkshake (quick aside: because you can only drink liquids after an adjustment, it's important to get calories – protein shakes, gatorade, juice, and yes, milkshakes). The swelling got worse by Monday evening, which is normal. It usually takes about 8-10 hours for it to start being affected. By Tuesday morning, I wasn't in the mood to eat or drink anything. I tried to eat some soup at lunch, but it was too much effort, so I stopped off and bought Gatorade.

And here I sit, 7:30 on Tuesday night, having only been able to drink about half a cup of Gatorade. An hour ago, I puked nothing but foam up for five minutes solid for no other reason than the adjustment was tight enough and the swelling was enough that even liquids have problems passing through the band. And I try to sip small, tiny sips of Gatorade so that I can get some type of nutrients.

I know the swelling will go down and I'll be able to eat and drink soon. But right now, I'm hating life. And hating puking, although I don't fear it quite as much. So I guess that's one good thing.

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.