Here we are two years after my weight loss surgery. Wow, it honestly seems like just this morning I was being rolled into the surgery waiting room and telling the anesthesiologist to take good care of me and he promised he would.
Am I a success because I lost 141 pounds? Do I feel like a failure because I didn't reach my numerical goal weight? I think I will struggle with these two sides of the coin for the rest of my life.
What I have learned is proper healthy eating skills (sounds easy, but it's not!); and how to move my body and enjoy it (sounds dirty, but it's not!). I did go up 5 pounds recently and noticed it immediately, which at 322 pounds, I wouldn't have noticed 5 pounds on or off at all, so I consider that a success. I feel good from a health stand point, though I still have problems in my shoulders. I do need to start a more regimented exercise program and plan to do that this month. Something with an actual trainer. I would like some plastic surgery, specifically a tummy tuck, but mentally I am not ready for more surgery (remember, it took me 7 years to decide I wanted gastric bypass, I don't like being cut up).
So overall, I know my surgery was a tremendous success, I did not have and continue to not have any serious consequences or side effects, though I will not forget how awful those first 3-4 months were. I have gone from a tight size 28/30 to a 12/14. My shoes from an 11W to a 10B. My rings from a 12 to an 8 on my ring finger. I can now wear vintage clothing and jewelry (damn they had small necks back then!), even vintage shoes when I am lucky to find a size 10. I can dance, walk, get up off the sofa without help :)
And best of all, success tastes WAY better than Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk (sorry B&J, you I don't miss at all!).
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