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Weight watching

Before I went into St Marks in July I had been on massive doses of steroids for months on end.

Surgeon A had asked me to lose weight for the operation to reduce risks when I met with him in January 2013 but the steroids made it an impossible task and as a result I had ballooned in weight and was nearly 5 stone over my ideal weight. 

One of the things I remember about coming round from my j-pouch formation operation in July was Surgeon A telling me that there had been complications with the operation (the bowel/vagina sewing together thing) and that it hasn't been an easy operation 'because of my size'. 

Apparently I gave a rather rude reply about being on steroids and not being very well which contained a few expletives before going back into a morphine/anaesthetic induced sleep. 

Since that operation I have gone on to lose weight, partly from being so poorly that to start with I hardly ate for weeks and partly from the fact that what I do eat passes through me so quickly that the dietician believes only 40-50% gets absorbed. 

I weighed myself today and I have managed to lose another 1lb over Christmas meaning that I now have 18lb to go until I am back at my goal weight (set from my days of attending weight watchers meetings). 

This means that so far I have lost just over 3 and a half stone; something that I'm really pleased about and that I hope Surgeon A will be too. Hopefully it will make his job in the new year a little easier if my 'size' has been reduced. 

NB x

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