Weight loss and Marriage

Someone asked me if weight loss surgery has affected or can affect marriage. So I am going to throw my thoughts out there! And this is A looooooong post!!! The short answer is yes! Of course it impacts marriage. Watching your spouse transform before your eyes has all kinds of possible outcomes but I am not worried about our outcomes at all and here is why!

I’ve been married for a really long time! I was 18 when we said “I do” And that is now a lifetime ago – 23 years ago this coming Sunday. I have been a “Jarrett” 5 years longer than I was a Verner. We have journeyed through some of the most spectacular joys together. Our 5 children, our friends and families, homes we have owned, investments we have had, business we have worked together, a shared faith and a sense of purpose often kept us focused on the great things. Steve is a funny guy to be partnered up with, so we have had a lot of fun and laughs along the way. 

But the thing about life and about sharing your journey with others is that things are not always fantastic. We have not had one of those argument free marriages!! Haha ….. I laugh just thinking about this because we are both snarky people at times, so it would be impossible for us to never disagree, and equally as impossible for me to write some BS that we live fight free! When you marry as young as I was, you finish growing up alongside the person you have married. I am thankful for Steve full stop! However, there are regrets that we have let each other down and hurt each other over the years. In all kinds of ways. Thankfully we are good at forgiving and at accepting that we are going to grow and change and I think that is probably why this weight loss journey isn’t a lot harder on our marriage. We do accept each other how we are, with the full knowledge that we will change!

My weight has always been an issue to me but it has never been one to Stephen. I feel like it is an area that I have let him down in. Please understand that this is absolutely not a needy cry for attention or to be told that I am wonderful and gorgeous and my weight shouldn’t be an issue – it is how I have felt and it’s not up for negotiation. These are the silent “fat girl” thoughts that I have lived with for nearly two decades, and true or not true, I own them because if I don’t acknowledge that something has been in my life, how do I walk free of it!!! 

I know that I am far from being the most unattractive woman on the planet but I wanted to be certain things for myself and my husband physically and I have been, but then the dreaded fat would come back! He has never said anything about my size and NEVER would – it’s how I have felt. However, he has always been the sweetheart that he is, which at times I have struggled to understand. How can someone else love and accept things in you that you really dislike about yourself?? The first hint of the kind of man that I had married came when I was in labour with our first born. 

I remember loosing 20 kilos overnight. And I looked horrendous lol!! I stood in front of the mirror in that hospital bathroom, contracting and exhausted, with a stomach that looked like it had been popped with a pin, hanging in front of me. No one told me what I would look like after my waters had broken and I was horrified! It wasn’t enough to have boobs that were larger than 2 babies heads on each side, a brown line up my belly, hormone patches under my eyes and so many stretch marks……….now my belly was just hanging there………. 19 years old with a skin apron 😑 !!! GREAT !!! Steve came up behind me, shower nozzle in hand and as if he had read my thoughts said, “you know I still love you? You know I will always love you.” I cried, but hey what was he going to say when I was about to give birth to his first born! Seriously though, he meant it! All these years later, he still means it – he still loves me. 

Of course I was excited for our baby, but I was wondering how things would ever go back to the way they were!! Steve was always reassuring but things never did go back to exactly how they were and over time I was totally good with all of that. I came to accept a skin apron, wind sock boobies and stretch marks of epic proportions. I didn’t love them, but they were part of the story of my life. As the years passed, I accepted myself but I still, in the deepest parts of my heart, wanted to rid myself of the excess weight. I tried, my god, I tried so damn hard.

4 more beautiful children came along, 4 ceasers. Yes I wish I had been able to pop them out the ole fashioned way but I couldn’t. (As the years have gone by, I have learned to be grateful for saving my lady parts that trauma 😉) And still my weight has always been an issue!!! It caused me to hold back in so many ways and feel “not good enough” for Steve and “sorry for my kids” because I wasn’t and haven’t been the kind of Mum that I pictured myself being. 

This turn around journey has been incredibly personal one. This is my “come back” story and I share the things that I do because I know what it is like to be alone with my thoughts of inadequacy and self doubt. It’s okay to have weak moments and it’s okay to not be travelling so well from time to time and I believe it’s important to talk all about all of that! Today I have shared about wearing my wedding ring. Not wearing it for the last 15 years has been something that I thought about on a daily basis because Stephen NEVER takes his off. Every time he comes through the front door and hugs me “hello” I see that he is wearing his. Every time we tuck our children into bed, I see he is wearing his. Every day he has that ring on his finger. I put it there 23 years ago and it means something to us. It has caused me a lot of pain in my heart that I couldn’t wear mine. Today that pain is gone!!! That’s a big deal to me and for us! I know it doesn’t make me any more or less married but it means something to Steve to see me wearing it. 

You see I have never been a traditionally romantic kind of girl. I find being made a cup of tea and left to read in peace is one of the most romantic gestures of all 😂🙌🏻🤣 Don’t bring me flowers and chocolates, clean the kitchen or put a load of washing on for me 🙌🏻 now that is romance ♥️ Please don’t watch romantic, soppy movies with me too often – once or twice a year is enough! And walking along holding my small hand in his big bear mit is a crushing kind of experience so we are good just walking side by side! But don’t ever ever doubt the love I have for that man or what I am willing to go through for him. 

Making each other’s lives easier is how we show love. Being there when it’s hard to be, refusing to back off when one of us is being horrendous, explaining each other to our kids when there are misunderstandings, knowing each other’s moods – when to speak and when to head for the hills! I make him laugh and he makes me frustrated, we support each other and somehow it works. It just does. I am thankful that Steve has given me the opportunity to have this surgery. I know he wants me to achieve all of my dreams for my life and not be held back anymore. Who wouldn’t love a man like that. So does weight loss surgery affect marriage – yes it does, but like anything in life – We decide how the changes play out. That cheeky smile doesn’t hurt either 😜 #WLS #gastricbypass

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