MutteringDuck
hi there. i'm kris.
for my 35th birthday this year, i gave myself the best gift i could think of: i got sleeved. ok, so it was technically a little after my birthday, but it still counts. i'm one week post-op as i write this, and i must say, i love that it's socially acceptable to be drinking out of a shot glass all day!
i'm a labor & delivery nurse, a total dork, a lactation consultant, the best hugger you'll ever come across, a stubborn mess, a gardener, a mama to 2 very sweet cats, a mama to all the mamas (and dads. and babies.) i take care of at work, an imp, a strength, a firm believer in humor at almost all times, a woodsprite, a photographer, a master of opening mouth & inserting foot, a curious mind, a kind heart, a hopeful spirit, a $hit-eatin' grin.
i was born at nearly 10lbs & just kept going... yep. fat baby, fat toddler, fat kid, fat teen, fat adult. i'm most excited about seeing what i reeeeeally look like. i don't know how high my cheekbones really are. i don't know how wide my hips really are. i don't know how far my toosh really curves out. hell, i don't even know if i actually have ribs!
i'm absolutely terrified that i don't have food to fix & soothe & comfort & control anymore. wait. what?!?! you mean food really doesn't do all those things like i magically thought they did?!?! huh. well, in that case, here's to a new way of living!!
