Monday, November 13, 2017

One year post-op

Hi friends.

I meant to post this after my one year appointment. Now it's been nearly 2 years.

My dad died on December 15, 2016. It was a fatal heart attack that took his life in mere moments. He was in Washington D.C. during a meeting. He wasn't in pain very long and we're thankful he wasn't driving or with his grandkids when it happened. Nonetheless, our lives have been turned upside down.

One Year Post-Op:
The morning of the appointment, I was giddy with excitement that I could show the doctor that I wasn't the Fatty McFatterson I was at my last appointment. I stripped down, put on the paper underwear, and got on the scale - I weighed 173lbs! The doctor came in and didn't believe the scale was correct, so he weighed me again. He then talked about how we can have another procedure to take care of my thighs - no thanks, doc. The nurse took additional photos and I signed a waiver so they could use my photos online. (I haven't seen them posted.)

Life After Post-Op:
I was looking forward to wearing a new dress for Christmas parties and such. With my dad dying a few days after the appointment, I switched to survival mode. I drank, ate, and cussed more - all of which were very helpful. My Christmas dress didn't fit so I wore a snarky sweater instead. Life was mute. I did what I had to do to get through each day.

In January after his funeral, I started eating better again. My weight continues to fluctuate between 175 and 180 and I'm okay with that. The most important thing is that I feel great about myself and my body.

And as an added bonus, here I am as Elastigirl for Halloween 2017 while weighing 178lbs and wearing a size 12:

Big thighs. Big hair. High angles.