Two-Year Surgiversary

Feb 12, 2010

I just glanced at the bottom-right of my computer and realized "2/12/2010... February 12! That's my surgiversary!"

2 years ago today I underwent Roux-en-Y surgery.

I started the weight-loss journey at 285 pounds and a size 26, edging into a 28. All of my pants had an elastic waist band. I couldn't bargain-shop for clothing, because my options were too few. I couldn't cut my toenails and breathe at the same time. I wore a CPAP machine at night because otherwise my fat choked off my air supply multiple times per night. Hygiene was a bit of a problem because I couldn't properly reach my, *ahem*, undercarriage. The things that I could do were limited, both by my own stamina and by our culture's fat phobia.

   

Two years later, I am a size 8 and weigh around 150 pounds. I can cross my legs and sit comfortably with my knees up underneath my chin. I can be picky about my clothes because I have options -- these days I spend half as much as I used to but dress with twice as much style. The CPAP machine is gathering dust in the closet. I do whatever I want to, without thinking about my size at all.



I encase my trunk in heavy-duty spandex every day, but they don't make shapewear for the upper-arm skin:


But whatever. I got married. And I didn't get married as a fat bride. I never would have thought that I'd get married as a thin bride with my choice of bridal styles, but I did!


Would I do it all again, despite the WLS-related middle-of-the-night emergency surgery? YOU BETCHA!

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