I report to my surgeon's office at 6:30 tomorrow morning. I'm a little nervous. This is a big deal, removing most of my stomach. The vertical sleeve gastrectomy (VSG) I'm having leaves a pouch about the size of a small banana. The thing I like about it, though, is that it is not as radical as a gastric bypass. My intestines will not be altered.
This is a new adventure and I'm not sure if I can picture myself as a thin person. Even as a child I visualized myself as "round." Those were the role models I grew up with. I visualized myself as a grown up, albeit in 1960's apparel, as a short-haired blond with glasses, definitely rounder than Twiggy. Even when I weighed 135 pounds (at my lowest, when I was working full-time, practicing with my drill team for the nationals, and my mother was terminally ill), I saw myself as overweight. At 5'8", 135 pounds is not overweight. I see that now. The males in my life at that time didn't help matters, but there's no point in going there now.
However, now I have a husband who already thinks I'm beautiful, supportive family and friends, and support groups on Facebook that provide a lot of support and information.
Here's to my new future. One that will be healthier. I may break the bank buying new clothes. I am determined to be successful. I know it won't always be easy, particularly the first few weeks.
Talk to you in a few days.
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