Sequel Makes Big Splash

I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted here. Last year was a whirlwind, and it looks like 2014 is shaping up to be even more eventful. The cat has been out of the bag for some time among family and friends -- it's even Facebook official now, as evidenced by the above cover photo that I copied from my profile. We are expecting a second addition to our little family, and we couldn't be more excited.

I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember, and those of you who have been following Inside Out since the beginning know that desire is what drove me to consider surgical weight loss back in 2004. Doctors told me then my weight was the cause of my infertility. I believed them and made the life-changing decision to slice and dice my insides in order to permanently end my battle with obesity and make my dream of motherhood a reality. I never thought it would take five years, a divorce and a remarriage to make it happen, but it did (All pregnancy posts can be found under the "Oh Baby" tag) . And now four years after the birth of our daughter, we find ourselves eagerly anticipating our second child.

A lot has changed in the past four years. First of all, we're older. That means, I hear the phrase "advanced maternal age" a lot at every doctor's appointment. I'm waiting for them to offer me a walker, because it's obvious the medical community hasn't caught up with the times yet and accepted that women remain fertile long after the age of 30.

That frustration aside, it's been a welcome surprise and we're having so much fun enjoying this pregnancy and Lily's reaction to the idea of being a big sister.

I'm still working out, though my routine looks a bit different. I'm quite surprised at how different this pregnancy has been from my first -- and I think a lot of the differences have to do with being in better shape than the last time around. This time, I started off more than 10 pounds lighter and a whole lot leaner. My pre-pregnancy body-fat percentage was 19.4 percent. That's a far cry from 24 percent when I was first evaluated in early 2013.

My hope is to check in here more regularly. Post-WLS pregnancy is still something that's a curiosity for a lot of pre-ops, and everyone handles it so differently. I have friends whose post-surgery pregnancies are no different than the ones they had before. I have other friends who struggle throughout their pregnancies with weight gain, weight loss, malabsorption issues, nutritional deficiencies and body-image issues. Most bariatric veterans fall somewhere in between but that's a wide spectrum to span.

My journey won't be the same as others, but it will be mine.

Time Flies

Hard to believe it's been so long since I've posted. I was thinking about it the other day. I'm always thinking of posting on here or reminding myself to remember to post something I think is profound or would be worthwhile to others with interest in obesity or weight loss. But then I get side-tracked and it slips my mind.

I think that's what happens to most of us.

I remember a couple of years ago -- shortly after my first post-op anniversary -- that a similar subject came up with a WLS friend of mine. I had recently returned from a conference and was relaying to her how many surgeons and bariatric coordinators complained that attendance at support groups and bariatric events drastically dwindled after the first post-op year. Docs were looking for answers as to how to retain their patients' interests.

The consensus at the time was that as pre-ops, patients will jump through any hoop necessary to get doctor and insurance approval. But once they go under the knife, they become less compliant. After all, it's not like anyone can take your surgery away after the fact, right?

My friend, however, posed another explanation. She had missed her support group's last three monthly meetings at the time. Her reason? "I'm too busy living life," she said.

Hmmm...

She went on to explain: "I worked too hard in having surgery and losing weight to live my entire life according to support group schedules. I am making the most out of my new life, and if that means I can't sit through two hours at a support meeting because I'm in Shasta or Disneyland or on a cruise with my husband, then so be it. I refuse to apologize for that."

Interesting...

At the time, I thought, "good for her." She was out living life. I didn't feel like I was sitting on the sidelines, but I did make a concerted effort to organize my playtime around support group meetings and events whenever possible. Then again, I was leading a WLS support group, writing on the subject of WLS regularly in print and online and dipping my toes into the waters of private consulting. I was eating, sleeping and breathing the world of surgical weight loss.

Then another year passed and I got knocked on my backside with a bowel obstruction. The months between my second and third WLS anniversaries trickled by at an unbearably slow pace as I struggled to regain my health and vitality. It wasn't until March of this year that I started to feel some resemblance to the upbeat ball of energy I had been in my first post-op year.

Since then, life has been too good to stand. And like my friend, I'm so busy living it that there doesn't seem to be much time left over to sit down and document it. All I can say is that it's an amazing adventure -- and given the choice, I'd do it all over again.

Who am I?

My husband and I just got back from a wedding on his side of the family. Though I feel at home at my present size, there are still many in his family -- and even a few in mine -- who haven't seen me in a year or more.

The funny thing is that few people assume I've lost a drastic amount of weight. Instead, they just figure I'm a different wife than the one my husband had the last time they saw him. Even better are those who think my husband is having an affair and dared to take his mistress to a family function.

I suppose this would offend some women, but I find it amusing. So long as they think I look fabulous, I won't complain about who they assume I am.