This week’s progress photo:
I got new specs! Cat-eyes. I love the retro styling. I also had a small gain this week. I knew it would happen, just like I wrote about yesterday. I’m not stressed about it though. Here’s why.
I took my measurements this morning too, because it was time, and after I recorded them in the spreadsheet I keep, it reaffirmed for me that despite what the scale says, I am doing something right. I know that next week will be different, and will be better. I can see in the picture above that my body has definitely changed, and that it is only going to get smaller and smaller as time passes. The fact that I was wearing a tight 30W in pants pre-op and that now I’m in a loose 26W on my way down to the next size should be testament to that.
These days when I look at myself in the mirror, I can see the infrastructure of me starting to show: veins visible through skin once too thick to make their presence evident; bones now visible that are being unearthed a few pounds at a time, and contours that were once buried under layers of fat being revealed.
I also see the diameter of various regions of me shrinking as time passes. Even if I don’t see it, I feel it because my pants are more loose, my shirts are starting to hang oddly on me, and I can pull my belts a few more notches than I could before.
Three months, 73 pounds and 40 inches gone…it’s a good day to be me. I am thankful every day for the wisdom to make the choice to have this surgery, and especially grateful for the skill of my surgeon whose talents enabled me to have this powerful tool for transforming my health.