Okay, gotta share this... I'm 18 months out and I think this hysterical... I totally identify with this lady!!!
REALITY CHECK OF ONE YEAR POST-OP
Today as I get ready for work, I ponder the beauty of the female body as I tuck my excess sagging breast skin back up into the bra and try to rearrange it to it doesn't look like cauliflower with a top over it. I verify that I don't have excess flaps sticking over the sides of the bra cup in my armpit. I calculate the bank balance in the cosmetic surgery fund, as I put on the control top panty hose to hopefully pull some of my butt back up where its actually supposed to be located (losing 13 inches of butt fat doesn't mean you lose 13"of the skin surrounding it).... I breathe easily and freely while bending over to tie my shoes *in the center of the shoe* and not off to one side because I can bend that far down easily now. I duck out of the way as I'm bending over as one of my breasts pops out of the top of my bra and tries to whap me in the face. I contemplate duct tape and dream of the time that I will get my wax museum in July with no A/C body to go away and replace it
with that final masterpiece that I have worked for.
At lunch, I order out. I save half of the protein side of the meal for tomorrow and throw out the rice and egg roll. I grin as I add tomorrows lunch money into the cosmetic surgery fund. I arrange to work out tomorrow with a friend who says she's dying to see my excess thigh skin wrap around from the back of my leg to the front of my leg when I run like I've been telling her it does. She seems to find this hysterical. Which is OK, because so do I. But its really hard to run and keep up a good pace when the Jell-O theme song "Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle" is going through your head.
It's kind of like when you see those videos of dogs with their heads out the windows of cars and their jowls are flapping in the wind... my thighs do that... impressive isn't it? On the way home from work, I stop at the thrift store and buy larges and even a medium off the rack without trying it on because I know it will fit. I still find myself grabbing the 3X and 2X tops and thinking that's my size. I have hit that point where I have to stop dressing "fat". The layered clothing, the baggy clothing, the long shirts over the pants because it just doesn't look good on me, I need to make myself buy smaller tighter fitting clothing and its a weird adjustment. I buy more colorful stuff now and even patterned, and for the first time pin stripes look GOOOOOOD on me. Its even fun to see clothes I've dropped off at the thrift store up for sale. . Have to remember to go get my ring resized one of these days.
I go home and cook dinner, the regular dinner plate for him, and the smaller plate for me. He's a new addition in my life.... taller than me (at 6'1" this is quite a novelty for me to have to look up) and about the same build as me. He reminds me to switch his plate to the smaller one as well. He is adopting my eating habits because he wants to lose weight. Said he doesn't want me to "leave him for a cuter, younger guy" (insert evil grin here). We're working out together and supporting each other. My interactions in a relationship have changed a lot. I don't put up with half as much as I used to of the B. S. I stand up for myself and make sure I get what I need. This was probably the hardest thing to learn.
Now I am in that final stage... the evil 30 lbs or so I have left to lose. It doesn't move easily, I am at that stage where I need to up my exercise. Weightlifting, swimming and running has tightened my skin up immensely but not completely. I don't have the hanging stomach flap even though I've dropped 100+ lbs. I just look like a melted wax sculpture.... everything just kind of.... slliiiiiiiddd down. So I went from an Orca to a Sharpei....
And I wouldn't change it for the world. (Author Unknown)
Cathy Spencer (12/20/04)
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