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At 37 years old, I weighed 257 pounds.
I lived with insulin-resistant Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, had high blood pressure and cholesterol, was on diabetes medications, and my fertility was in jeopardy. Due to my insulin resistance, weight loss was nearly impossible regardless of exercise and dietary changes. I felt unwell from medications, unwell from my poor health, and unwell emotionally. I hated feeling sick all the time.
My doctors recommended bariatric surgery, which is a weight loss surgery that helps you lose weight, stabilize hormones, sugar levels and cholesterol, and can treat chronic acid reflux disease. Bariatric surgery can also increase fertility for women with insulin-resistant PCOS ( Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). There are two types of bariatric surgery: the Gastric Sleeve, where a portion of your stomach is removed and then cut into the shape of a banana or sleeve, and Gastric Bypass, where a portion of your stomach is cut into a smaller pouch and bypasses your small intestines to your new pouch. The bypass basically rearranges the anatomy of your stomach. It’s a more invasive and riskier surgery. Both surgeries, however, offer the same weight loss health benefits.
For over a year, I thought about having the surgery. I was scared due to the risks. Then, one morning I walked past myself in the mirror and saw a woman that I didn’t recognize. This woman had sad, dark eyes. Her face was bloated and covered in acne. She looked sickly. She didn’t care about her looks. No man would be interested in her anyway. She wasn’t the real me, who took pride in herself and her appearance, felt strong and healthy, laughed and smiled often with a sparkle in her eyes.
I wanted the real Jeanine to return. I knew I had to do something big to change my path: bariatric surgery.