Yesterday marked 9 months post-op for me. I began the day by stepping on the scale to mark my weight since I collect data on the 8th of every month.
I stepped on the scale, off and on, like I always do, because I don’t believe the number I see every week.
When I finally stepped on for the final time, the scale settled at a number I’d hoped to see by the time this month rolled around.
As of yesterday, I officially weigh
200 pounds less
than my heaviest recorded weight.
I did not ever think I would see this day. But it is here. And it is glorious.
I have a 9-month follow up appointment tomorrow. I plan to mark the occasion as I’ve marked all my other surgeon’s appointments: by wearing a black and white dress. I’ll be wearing the dress I bought 2 years ago that I’d intended as a “goal dress” during my last bout of weight loss.
Now, I’ve reached that goal (exceeded it, actually) and will be wearing it for my appointment.
Then I’ll take it to the tailor over the weekend and have it taken in, along with a bunch of my other professional clothes which are a wee bit large for me now.
It’s a good week to be me.