Hi everyone! This bad girl has not written in awhile. I had complete intentions of writing exactly on my 6 mos anniversary, but of course life happened as it often does and I never got a chance. So yes I am 6 mos post sleeve. Starting weight 290, current weight 215; starting size 26, current size 18; my bra needs to be resized and my feet have shrunk and I’m extatic that I can pick out something I like and wear it, not settle for something that fits.
A question I have been getting a lot is if I’m happy that I did it. I don’t know what kind of emotions I have anout it. I don’t know what kind of emotions I have about a lot of things nothing prepares you for loss. I just lost my aunt and my grandmother fairly close together and I’ve also lost my old life. The priest said to my mother, I suppose to try to comfort her, “think of it like a bandaid.” You can take it off slowly and endure the torture or you can can just rip it off and be done with it. This procedure is really like a bandaid without getting to the heart of why you got the way you got in the first place it’s never going to work. If you don’t change the majority of your habits it’s not going to be as effective as it should be. Does it work absolutely, could I have lost all that I did on diet and exercise alone, for me probably not. There are days I mourn the loss of food the way I used to know it. To an extent I even mourn the person I used to be, you may be surprised to know that larger people can be somewhat invisible to the general public. It’s strange how someone who is litteraly larger than life can be not even noticed.
I’ve done my 6 mos bloodwork for my appointment coming up soon. 8 vials of blood later I was feeling a little blah. The 6 mos blood work checks for all sorts of vitamin deficiencies and anemia. Also cholesterol and lipids are thrown in the mix. Hopefully when I go in for my appointment everything will be status quo. Until next time happy reading!