Hi all,
It's been a crazy 6 months! Down 52 lbs. forever, now I'm 38 and goal...too many moments to hit all of them and make this post as boring as watching paint dry...lol...starting this journey the feeling of excitement was overwhelming. Everyday was one step closer to the new me or the next chapter. Surgery day comes and goes and all went very well. Thanksgiving dinner consisted of 1 ounce of chocolate pudding and licking the back of the gravy spoon (thanks mom!) and on and on with the vitamins, protein, water and exercise. Fighting with your spouse to get his ass moving to help you get your ass moving should be an Olympic sport and should count as part of your 30 minute exercise routine...lol...next people do start noticing the weight loss and the hugs and support and all the love from my coworkers who have been nothing but great even up to today come shining through. It's like I'm the bariatric poster child cause I had the surgery done where I work...I don't mind. New scrubs...holy crap I went from an extra large to a medium (I've never been a medium anything...ever) and I have bones...yes bones under all the fat there are bones! Now they stick out and I can see and touch them...wow! Jumping to today, I started this crazy roller coaster ride at a size of 20-22 in lane Bryant terms (you know what I mean) now I'm a fashionista and fit into a size 12. I sat in the dressing room in my newly tried on shorts by Ralph lauren and cried...my nsv.
The one big hurdle I can't seem to get over is the psych part...in my head I'm a size 22...that's the size I've hovered for the last 20 years or so...it's so damaging to the mind, the low self esteem, the self loathing, I still struggle everyday with this. I wonder if I'll ever get it into my mind that I'm not that same person anymore?
I wanted to share a nsv and just an update cause I miss you guys...not a big picture person so it's just me and my writings.
Thanks and hugs to all my sleeved buds.
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