31 pounds in 31 days - One Month Post-Op with (topless) photos
Well here we are, my first surgiversary of sorts.
I've made it through my first month. I have to say that things have been very smooth--even smoother than I could have imagined.
I'm grateful that I've gone through this experience, excited about the results, and eager to utilize this tool I've taken on.
As a tool, it stands as the best in helping me accomplish my goals. It's not for everyone, there are many opinions that surgery is taking things too far for something that people should be able to control themselves: eat less, exercise more. That mantra is great, and works very well for some people--I am just not one of those people. I have tried to live that mantra, and only become more frustrated after each attempt; and resigned that I was destined to live as the biggest guy in the room--whatever room that might be.
My sleeve, as a tool, has allowed me to achieve goals I previously had convinced myself were unattainable. I imagined myself loosing 10% of my body weight, but could never make that a reality. I imagined being able to go to the gym without feeling completely out of place, but could never make that a reality. I imagined myself putting on a t-shirt without using my elbows and forearms to stretch it out before it got over my head so that the cotton would release a bit of its tension, but could never make that a reality. I am now seeing realities come to be, thanks to my sleeve.
I revel in the comments made by friends and family about how different my face looks, or how my clothes are falling off of me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I check the scale first thing in the morning and hope to see another pound missing. A grin takes over my face when I see two.
The restriction of my sleeve is the perfect fit for me. I looked into surgery a couple years ago (back when the sleeve wasn't covered by many insurance companies and wasn't even discussed by my surgeon). I couldn't be more happy that I waited. I learned about the sleeve and its benefits over the other two procedures, and it felt like we were meant for each other. One month out, I still have that feeling.
Thank you to those friends (virtual and otherwise) who have been there to offer support and answer questions. To those that have gone before me in this journey, heart felt appreciation for your examples and your willingness to hang around these boards and field (sometimes absurd and) worry-filled questions. To those that are behind me on this path, I hope to offer you the same assistance and encouragement I've felt from others.
ONE HAPPY MONTH!!!
I've made it through my first month. I have to say that things have been very smooth--even smoother than I could have imagined.
I'm grateful that I've gone through this experience, excited about the results, and eager to utilize this tool I've taken on.
As a tool, it stands as the best in helping me accomplish my goals. It's not for everyone, there are many opinions that surgery is taking things too far for something that people should be able to control themselves: eat less, exercise more. That mantra is great, and works very well for some people--I am just not one of those people. I have tried to live that mantra, and only become more frustrated after each attempt; and resigned that I was destined to live as the biggest guy in the room--whatever room that might be.
My sleeve, as a tool, has allowed me to achieve goals I previously had convinced myself were unattainable. I imagined myself loosing 10% of my body weight, but could never make that a reality. I imagined being able to go to the gym without feeling completely out of place, but could never make that a reality. I imagined myself putting on a t-shirt without using my elbows and forearms to stretch it out before it got over my head so that the cotton would release a bit of its tension, but could never make that a reality. I am now seeing realities come to be, thanks to my sleeve.
I revel in the comments made by friends and family about how different my face looks, or how my clothes are falling off of me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I check the scale first thing in the morning and hope to see another pound missing. A grin takes over my face when I see two.
The restriction of my sleeve is the perfect fit for me. I looked into surgery a couple years ago (back when the sleeve wasn't covered by many insurance companies and wasn't even discussed by my surgeon). I couldn't be more happy that I waited. I learned about the sleeve and its benefits over the other two procedures, and it felt like we were meant for each other. One month out, I still have that feeling.
Thank you to those friends (virtual and otherwise) who have been there to offer support and answer questions. To those that have gone before me in this journey, heart felt appreciation for your examples and your willingness to hang around these boards and field (sometimes absurd and) worry-filled questions. To those that are behind me on this path, I hope to offer you the same assistance and encouragement I've felt from others.
ONE HAPPY MONTH!!!