Food has always been Sean’s best friend and shoulder to cry on when the life was stressful. Food meant comfort. Falling in love, getting married, joining households, starting a family, those are all things that while they may bring great joy, they also bring great stress. I remember days when Sean would work a twelve hour day, commute over an hour and then try to race home to be a husband. On those days, when life just really got to him, he’d walk in reeking of fast food and ask “what’s for dinner?” like I was somehow oblivious to the fact that he needed that french-fry fix to help shake off the day so he didn’t bring it home with him. That’s just the way it was. It was something he learned and something that stuck with him into adulthood. Like a drug addict needing a fix, he needed food to soothe him. He’s worked so hard and come such a long way and I am so very, very proud of him. However, he never really learned how to deal with the inevitable stress that is life. So, it’s a struggle, for him and for us to try to find a new way….and we’re getting there bit by bit.
I know that every person’s struggles are different, that vastly different life events have brought you each individually to this place. But, the one thing all who have undergone gastric bypass and the people who love them can collectively celebrate is that somehow, someway, you’ve made it here. You’ve hit reset. You get the chance to dream bigger and better. In spite of the struggles you may encounter along the way, write this new chapter in your life as a love letter to your mom, your dad, your children, your spouse, but most of all to YOU.