Lelia

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I was chatting with my adult son [25] a while ago about my surgery and weightloss.  I finally made my goal to weigh less than him.  He said I seemed a lot happier now.  He's right.  I am!

I am six months and two days post-op.  I have lost 91.8 pounds.  I am currently taking no medications for health problems.  Life is good.  Complaints?  Nope.  Regrets?  Absolutely not.

I had my first "do I know you" moment last night when I returned to pottery and saw a woman who hadn't seen me since before my surgery.  She opened the door and politely greeted me and then stopped, peered into my eyes and screamed.  It was funny.  I don't think I've changed appearance that much but...

So I walk by mirrors now and I startle myself because I don't recognize the person and it catches me off guard.  It's a perk but still the main reason I had this done was for my health.

So I go through all my smaller jeans last weekend and although some are snug, I wash and dry them to remove the I-haven't-worn-these-in-a-while-and-I-want-them-to-smell-like-fabric-softener smell.  I figure I have a goodly amount of clothes for work.  Oh nay, nay.  I tried on 3 pairs of jeans this morning before I found a pair that would stay up.

I know.  I know.  This is a good problem to have but I feel like Alice in Wonderland -- I go to bed one size and wake up a smaller size.

Gotta go shopping -- I wonder if the Suffolk Goodwill has any decent clothes....

Tomorrow is my one week surgaversary.  I am so much better than I ever imagined.  God is good.  I have been blessed with a good surgery and an equally good recovery.  So far I've walked a mile yesterday and a half mile already today.  I have been able to cook dinner the last two nights NOT because I felt I had to but because I wanted to.  My incisions are healing well.  I have energy.  I can eat without nausea; I can drink plain water without spewing; I can get down my two protein drinks with the help of enough Crystal Light.

It's a good thing I can't drive yet because I'd probably be overdoing.  This feeling of re-birth is phenomenal.  I had read the good, the bad and the ugly and I had known going in that I might not be one of the lucky ones.  Considering all the health issues I had, yes HAD, it was worth the risk to me. 

I am so glad I made this choice, not only for me but for the loves in my life.  I can offer so much more to my family now.

It is almost scary.  I have no feeling of nervousness as I approach this Thursday.  Wednesday night and early Thursday may tell a different tale but right now I've been so busy tying up all the loose ends in my regular life, I haven't had time to fret.  The 5 days I had the virus from hell two weeks ago, I had time to really focus on my stomach and my reasons for wanting to take this drastic step.  I know the risks going in; I know the risks staying this way; I know that I've tried my best to eat healthy and exercise and I know that I cannot drop this extra 100 pounds without a shove.  This decision feels right for me.

Just taking my liquid, vile, nasty iron like a good girl and actually feeling more energetic than I have in a while.  We'll know whether it works sometime after Februay 16...  The energy boost is a plus which gives more credence to my philosophy that everything happens for a reason.

Due to my low iron levels, my call-back date for surgery has been pushed back a month.  Don't get me wrong, I'm glad there's caution there and I don't want to jeopardize myself in any way by rushing into this without these precautions.  It's just a little disappointing.

I'll take my iron.  I'll take my vitamin C.  I'll take my calcium.  I'll walk.  When the date arrives, I'll be healthier than I am now.

I just found out I have low iron levels  BUT the good news is they're calling in a prescription for some medication for that.

It's just a hiccup.