A beginning is made...

Jul 17, 2014

Two weeks ago at this very time, I was on the operating table having my RNY.  I knew reducing my stomach to the size of an egg would be tough but I really had no idea all the stuff it would bring up emotionally.  Maybe, it's because it's all the emotional stuff that got me into this obesity fix in the first place.  

I've had light brown hair with LOTS of blonde highlights for two years.  Everyone loved it and I loved that they loved it.  I received compliments all the time about my hair and since I wasn't getting complimented on my 45" waist, or the mundane and ill-fitting cloths that I could wear, these compliments meant the world to me.  A couple of days after I got home from the hospital I looked in the mirror and HATED the blonde.  I called and made an appointment to change the color as soon as I could.  My family is asking me why I want to change it.  They love it too.  I can't explain why.  I have no real reason other than suddenly it doesn't look like me. 

What is it that makes me, me?  Will this process change me or will it only bring out parts of me that I kept hidden behind my obesity?  I have no idea.  I do feel like more than my measurements will be changing though. 

After I made the hair appointment, I decided to make it a pamper me day. Today is that day! At 10am, I’ll be receiving my first facial and then at 1pm, I’ll go back to being a brunette. Taking care of me is new and different already.

I’m on the ride, buckled in, and ready to see where it takes me.

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