Today, I am a grad!
One year ago today, I was recovering from my surgery. I spent most of the night searching for the "button" - you know which button - the PCA pump button. I don't remember much of that first day, but I do remember what I felt like the day before.
There's a photo of me on my profile taken the night before my surgery, one year ago last night. What a ride! The woman looking back at me, unsmiling, without makeup - undergoing an internal cleansing that was rather unpleasant, and knowing that the next day, life as I knew it would be forever changed. Little did I know how different it really would be.
How did I survive 6 weeks of purees? I got through it.
How did I survive an incision infection? I got through it.
How did I survive "foamies" after eating too fast? I'm still learning.
How did I survive healing from my panniculectomy at the same time as my WLS? The same way. Time passed, and I got through it.
How did I handle my plateaus? I looked forward to them. My plateaus became my weight distribution time and visual changes were apparent.
Most importantly, how did I handle anything that I had a quesiton about? I came to Obesityhelp.com. Now I'm a grad! Wow - it's amazing. I'll admit to lurking on this board to see what nuggets I could glean secretly from those in the know.
Here I sit in my new home in Northern California, 110 pounds lighter and feeling like I'm 35 instead of 51. I never thought I'd get here. I never felt the time pass as much as I felt the weight come off. Time was measured in pounds.
I got my life back through WLS. My rebirthday is so very special to me. Thank you for helping me mark this date with entry to the grad board.
Cheryl
Fobi Pouch 10/3/05
240/140/130 (10 pounds below goal) and just where I want to be.
Hi Pat,
It is an amazing journey, isn't it? The person I became when I gained weight has gone away. I am the person I was until my 40s when I put on all the weight. People who haven't seen me in 15 or 20 years would recognize the 'new' me. The pre-surgery Cheryl would have been unrecognizable to them.
That's the thing - since I didn't grow up as an obese person, the face I looked at between the ages of 40 and 50 was the face of a stranger. I'm ba-ack! ...and I'm lovin' it.
Thanks for your sweet words.
Cheryl