My surgery went well. On the morning of the 6th of June, 2025, I went to the hospital to have my left hip replaced. I was frightened, full of fear of the unknown. I had managed 56 years without needing major surgery, and here I was, mildly panicking as various parts of me were being prodded and poked.
On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling like my leg was at a funny angle. No problem. I'll move and roll over, and everything will be okay. Wrong. As I moved, a familiar, if not unwelcome, pain shot down the outside of my left thigh and ended up throbbing near my knee. Fuck!
Six Weeks to a Healthier Me: My Aggressive Pre-Surgery Weight Loss Plan
I'm 56 years old, weigh 125kg, and in less than six weeks, I'm scheduled to have hip replacement surgery. I've got high blood pressure and type 2 diabetes. I want to lose 10–15kg before the operation, not for vanity, but because it could change everything.
I'm Falling Apart
Well, at least I think I am. Let's see now. I am a type-2 diabetic, I'm going bald, I'm overweight, and I need to have a hip replaced. Oh yeah, I have high blood pressure, but that's probably got more to do with being heavy and not doing as much exercise as I used to. I was always very active, even though I've been chunky for the last twenty years. Then I started driving HGVs. I'd always wanted to be a trucker, but my body had other ideas after three years.