A Princess in the Making...

Today marks one year since I had my life changing surgery.  While I should have been celebrating all that I have accomplished I'm sitting here beating myself up.  Not because I've lost 100 pounds in the last year but because I only lost 3 pounds in the last 4 months.  I broke down in the doctor's office crying because that was not what I wanted to see.  I wanted to see larger numbers.  I wanted to see 20 pounds.  Not 3!  Dr. V asked me "when was the last time you lost 100 pounds?  When was the last time you ran or walked 6 miles?"  He reminded me that I do have a lot to be proud of.  Am I where I want to be?  No.  Can I get where I want to be?  Yes.  I will get there.  I need to stop beating myself up over this and figure out how to get where I want to be.

May 12th 2014 was a day of rebirth for me.  After 2 full weeks of nothing but fluids it was do or die for me.  Had they not sedated me before I left the pre-op room I would have gotten off the table and walked out of the OR and had a huge breakfast.  I guess I can say thank you to that versed that they gave me as we rolled away.  So what difference has a year made? *I feel 100% better!  *I can walk without being out of breath. *I can shop off the regular clothes rack (well, the short people's racks). *My food bill has gone down. *My clothes size has gone from a 26 to a 12. *I want to take care of myself now. *I smile. *I started buying things for me. *I've cut out half of my medications. *I'm proud of myself. *I want to exercise. *I want healthier foods. I must say that my only regret about my surgery is that I didn't do it sooner.  Things have slowed down but I'm continuing to push and determined to get the last 30 lbs. off!