One year ago today, at this time, I was under the knife. Well, not literally because technically it was the laparoscope. But I was getting “sized.” I was getting transformed. Last year at this time, I obtained a little “pouch” as a stomach.
I woke up late. I was so excited for my surgery the night before that I ended up going to bed at some ridiculous time and during the few hours I was sleeping, my phone slipped underneath me, so when the alarm went off, I didn’t hear it. My sister had slept over so she could go with me and she came running in my room waving her cell phone: “IT’S 6:45!!!!” We had to be at the hospital for 7:00 a.m. and the hospital was a good 40 minutes away.
I cried. I panicked, thinking, if I miss my appointment, I’m going to have to wait for another opening and I don’t want to, I can’t, I need to have this surgery today, please God, get us there and let them still do it, please.
Guys. A. Year. Ago. A whole year. The nurse called while we were driving and I said we were stuck in traffic and he was all understanding and told me to drive safe.
When we arrived, it was the quickest thing ever. I thought it was so weird that I walked myself into the operating room, that I was voluntarily going in to get my insides reorganized. And then I woke up and I remember thinking HOLY SHIT I HAVE A NEW STOMACH.
I’m in awe. I love my body. I love the little flab I have on my belly. I love the little bat wings that I inherited. I love that I am not scared of snow (we got like 10 inches in the last 24 hours) because I was so afraid of walking on it in fear of falling. I ran through it this morning. Like a child. I love that I can walk in my heeled boots ALL DAY and not complain about pain in my knees. I love that people who haven’t seen me in months still say I’m losing weight and that they can’t recognize me. I love that when I show family “before” pics, they reply with, “I don’t even remember you like that.” I love that people say I’m glowing.
I glow. I know I glow. My smile is brighter and wider. My eyes sparkle.
I CAN SHOP ONLINE FOR REGULAR SIZED CLOTHES!!!!!
It’s amazing. Yes, there’ve been struggles, I still struggle. But as I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned in other posts, I would do this 500 times over to be where I am today.
Ok, lemme share some stats:
- My sleep apnea is gone (I loved and hated that damn machine)
- My blood pressure is gone
- I don’t sweat from getting dressed in the morning
- There’s a ton of other things that I can’t remember right now but all of it is awesome
Highest weight: 380 pounds
Surgery weight: 357 pounds
Current weight: 222 pounds
Did you see that? 222 pounds. Lemme go bold that, hold up…
I’m probably still considered overweight but I don’t care. One step at a time. I’m happy and healthy and ever so grateful. And I never thought I’d get to this weight and feel this great.
Peace, love, health.