I’m approaching the five month anniversary of my surgery (well, in two weeks, anyway) and to date, I’ve lost about seventy pounds. It is really hard to grasp that – almost inconceivable to me that I have lost that much weight.
Having this surgery has been such a life changing thing for me. Life changing in so, so many good ways.
I’m five months out and I can’t believe how much energy I have. I can’t believe how good I feel – ALL THE TIME. I call myself the Energizer Bunny… I feel like I can just keep going and going and going…. and it is awesome.
My family says I look ten years younger – I know I feel that way.
It’s funny, though, because I don’t see the physical changes. When I look at my body, I still see someone who is overweight. Granted, I still have a long way to go to get to my goal weight, but I only see my weight loss in the bagginess of my clothes, not in my body when I look in the mirror.
It wasn’t until last week that I realized that I don’t really look at myself in the mirror – or at least I hadn’t been really seeing myself in the mirror for a long time.
I walked by a mirror in my house and I thought “Who is THAT?” (I was home alone)
DUH. You, silly.
I had to stop and just stare.
THAT is ME?!? Wow.
I’ve been in such denial (prior to the surgery) about my body that I might look in the mirror to check my outfit or hair, but I didn’t really see myself. And now, I am having to learn to stop and really focus on looking at myself in the mirror. Really seeing who I am now – so that I can reconcile the person I am becoming with the “me” on the inside who still thinks of herself as the fat girl who was trying so hard to be invisible that she didn’t even see herself anymore.
I was lost in the fat.
And now I’m finding myself again.
Like coming out of a cocoon.
And it’s a little uncomfortable. It’s not a familiar feeling. And it’s like looking at a stranger in the mirror and trying to reconcile that THAT is REALLY ME.
I had no idea, before the surgery, that these would be the things that I would struggle with.
The eating part has been easy. The exercise not too bad.
But I had no clue that these changes – reconciling the me inside with the me outside – would be so challenging. It’s challenging in a good way – challenging me to love myself – challenging me to allow myself to be proud of my progress – challenging me to give myself permission to really and truly become the person I want to be – and not be trapped in some role (and body) that belongs to someone I no longer want to be.
It’s a rollercoaster ride these days, but I’m loving every minute of it. I can’t wait to see what is over the next hill.