Normally I’m not one to talk about my political views and many of you are probably going to be like “what the hell does this have to do with having a gastric sleeve?” But it does my friends, it does. There are so many things I would never be doing had I not had this surgery done and experiencing the march this past Saturday would have been one of them.
A year ago I would never have been able to walk the 5.31 miles tracked by my fitbit on Saturday. Excitement and adrenaline wouldn’t even have kept me going I would have been done when we all got bottle necked and had to wait for hours before we got moving again. The first 5 minuets standing there I would have been like “ok I’ve seen and experienced enough let’s get the heck outta here.” Not to mention I never would have been able to squeeze through the barricade to use the restroom in Central Park.
If nothing else I’m proud of myself for partaking in something I never would have considered a year ago. I’m also proud of the group of women and men I marched with and all those who marched Saturday. We are all affected by decisions our government makes and we our voices to be heard.
So on day 24 of new year, new me I have spent almost every day doing some kind of exercise—it’s taken me about 2 days to recover from the march, yes I felt every aching muscle! I’ve eliminated a ton of extra sugar and caffeine from my diet, and I’m pretty sure as is the doc that my “I want to die” feeling is most likely caused by my eating too quickly and food getting stuck in a now smaller opening to my stomach. Not only that, but I definitely notice the changes from exercising every day. I saw my back end in the mirror the other day and 🤯 is all I have to say.
That is my skinny political activist ass in action—-enjoy the post until next time happy reading!
