Failure Lab: Weight Loss Surgery Was Never the Plan

When I started my journey to health I only knew one thing for sure. That I would lose weight and get healthy by any means necessary -- except surgery. I would not submit to an invasive procedure to do something many people are able to do: control themselves. That would be a complete and utter failure. That would be rock bottom. I've never voluntarily admitted failure. This post is the result of an intervention. One night last spring my therapist excitingly started a session asking me to share my story at an event she was sponsoring. I'll admit my ego stroked. But then she continued, "It's called Failure Lab. A few storytellers, successful business people, and writers come together and share their experience with failure. And your current failure with your weight loss and what you're doing to move past it is so inspirational!" I replied, "So you're trying to tell me I'm failing right now?" I had no idea. I never do! Sure, in the two years working together to get my behavioral eating patterns under control I lost 82 pounds, gained them back and was thinking about having a smothered enchilada after I got off the phone with her. But I swear I was going to the gym right after that. I WAS ON TOP OF IT! I wasn't failing. I was struggling. My story of failure in the weight loss department starts with a perfect mother, a chubby childhood, and lots of love and indulgence. My parents were amazing. My mother the right reverend and teacher and my father an aerospace engineer raised my...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news