I want to offer a special thanks to
Francisco Caravayo. Here is his story:
My journey toward gastric bypass surgery
started 33 years ago when I attended my first Weight Watchers
meeting with my Mom and Dad. Over the next three decades, I was off
and on Weight Watchers, each time losing a significant amount of
weight, then gaining it back plus ten to twenty pounds more.
While Weight Watchers is a good program, it
never addressed my needs in the way that successfully helped me to
find the answer to why I had become morbidly obese. I’m so lucky
that my insurance provider, Kaiser Permanente, had the program that
worked for me. I had a whole team of health professionals guiding
me: a surgeon, a primary care physician, a case manager, a
dietician, a psychologist, and support groups.
They all pointed me in the right direction, but
I had to take personal responsibility for my health, and I had to
believe that I could do what they were asking me to do. Over the
months that I attended support groups and pre-op classes, I began to
see that I really did have the power to make a monumental change in
the way I operated in the world.
For the first time in my life, I gave myself
permission to take care of my needs first, not last as I’d always
done in the past. Little by little the light bulb went on, and I
began to believe transformation was possible. I was sitting in a
support group meeting when a beautiful and radiant woman entered the
room. I thought that she was probably the wife of a weight loss
surgery patient. I almost fell out of my seat when she began to
tell her story. I was riveted to her every word because I felt that
she knew the answer to my weight problem. She’d seen the “Promised
Land,” and she knew how to get there.
It was such a revelation when she said, “The
surgery is just a tool. You have to watch what you eat and exercise
for the rest of your life or the tool won’t work. And you have to
change the way you think. They do surgery on your stomach, but you
have to do the surgery on your mind.”
It was at that moment I said to myself, “I will
do whatever it takes. I’m going to make this work for me.” It
wasn’t easy, buy I realized that I was worth the effort. I followed
my program guidelines to the letter. I exercised 7 days a week, I
chewed 30 times each bite, and I drank my water, took my vitamins,
and began the difficult task of changing my internal tapes. For
years, I denied myself the love I so freely gave to others. I said
damaging and horrible things to myself, and over the years, this
negative self-talk manifested itself in my self-destructive eating
and exercise habits.
At first I didn’t believe the positive things I
said to myself, but then another light bulb went off. I started to
believe that I was worthy of love. I had no idea that these
emotional issues were at the core of my issues with weight. I’ll
put it this way: I finally gave myself the gift of loving me. And
now, I love myself unconditionally, but NOT because I lost the
weight. I was able to lose the weight because I began to love
myself first. For me, the self-love needed to be there so that I
could make the right choices, so that I could continue on my journey
even when faced with challenges.
In order for this miracle to happen (and I do
feel it was a miracle), I had to be willing to change everything in
my life. And now, almost three years later, everything is
different. One of the unfortunate by-products of my weight loss was
the end of my eleven-year long-term relationship. My former
life-partner was unable and unwilling to come with me on the weight
loss surgery journey. And just as I reached goal weight and was
emerging from the self-imposed prison of fat, he said to me, “It’s
like the man I fell in love with has died, and in his place is a
person I don’t even know.” The cruel irony is that at that time in
my life, I was feeling more like “me” than I ever had.
Furthermore, three morbidly obese friends
turned their backs on me one week before my surgery. One even told
me that God wouldn’t want me to change the way He made me. I told
her, “I guess you don’t have cavities filled because that would be
changing the way God made you.” These three friends became
poisonous to my process so we had to part ways. While I’ve lost 153
pounds, each has gained about 50 pounds more. I wish things could
be different, but they were unwilling to share my journey because I
guess the fact that I was confronting my obesity with clarity and
honesty hit too close to home for them. I feel in my heart that
they did not abandon me out of maliciousness. They just couldn’t
handle the fact that my journey was a most uncomfortable mirror into
their own issues around morbid obesity. I was ready to look into
the mirror and see the unadorned truth. I was ready to make a
permanent change. They weren’t.
But my story doesn’t end there. Sure there has
been sorrow and loss. However, the joy far outweighs the sadness.
One of the program psychologists advised me to seek out joy that
would nourish my soul. So I went in search of that joy by joining
groups where I would not be “Francisco, weight loss surgery
patient”, but just “Francisco.”
I joined a gay square dancing group where the
emphasis is on fun and camaraderie set to music. I can dance and
dance non-stop, and I feel a lightness and ease of movement that was
impossible for so many years.
The program psychologist also advised, “You
have worked on your mind, you have worked on your body, but how are
you addressing the needs of your spirit?” So I searched for the
answers to the spiritual questions in my life. And I found The
Metropolitan Community Church of San Francisco whose credo is “A
house of prayer of all people. A home of queer spirituality.” You
see, I was not only a morbidly obese man who had been rejected by
society; I was a gay man who had been rejected by his former
church.
I was in need too. I needed a place to belong,
a place to give back in gratitude for the gift of life and health
that I’d been given. The church made me aware that being thankful
on its own wasn’t enough. Gratitude is empty without action, so I
searched for a calling, and it came. It was an opportunity to use
my health to help others. I became part of an online support group
and soon became a moderator, helping and supporting those weight
loss surgery patients who are on their way to surgery, and also
supporting and receiving support from all the post-ops. I also am
in the process of starting an “in-person” post-op support group in
San Francisco.
I also decided to participate in the National
AIDS Marathon Training Program put on by the San Francisco AIDS
Foundation. I trained six months to complete the half marathon, and
I raised over $3000 for this worthy cause. My group raised
$679,353.00.
Now, in 2006 I’ve decided to train for the Full
Marathon—26.2 miles! I now have the precious gift of health—no more
diabetes, high blood pressure, elevated cholesterol, acid reflux or
joint aches. From February until July, I'll be logging nearly 500
miles in this six-month training program put on by the National AIDS
Marathon. It's an exciting journey. And even though I'll be
getting up at the crack of dawn, and I may have my share of aches
and pains, I know it will be worth it. I can fulfill the dream of
running a marathon. Two years ago that would have been impossible,
but now exercise is such a big part of my life. Since December,
I've ramped up my workouts to meet this challenge. I wake up at
5:30 AM to workout 6 days a week. On Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays, I do a circuit
workout combining sit-ups (300 crunches), push ups and free
weights. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I do a maintenance run of 3
to 4
miles. Saturdays are distance/endurance runs anywhere from 6
to 15
miles. I can’t believe that I am capable of doing this type of
physical activity.
For the first time in my life, I feel athletic,
not the fat little boy who no one wanted on their team, and it’s all
due to the miracle of gastric bypass surgery.
But the biggest change in me is not the
physical, although that is indeed a great change. The most
significant change is in my heart. I am open and loving to a degree
that I thought impossible. I am optimistic and hopeful because I
know that there is a way out of every problem, even if it’s just a
simple, “I was wrong, and I’m sorry.” And I know that, no matter
what, I will never give up on me.
My hope is that all
morbidly obese people find their way out of the isolation.
Francisco Caravayo
sfocisco@yahoo.com
San Francisco, CA
Total weight loss: -153 pounds
Type of surgery: open RNY
Maintaining goal weight: 16 months
Quality of life: priceless
|
|
Congratulations Francisco |
I Need Your Story
I am running low on success stories. If
you have a story to share, are at least 1 year post-op and
have before and after pictures, please send them to me at
Barbara@wlscenter.com so that I can include
them in a future
issue. |
|