The changes:
- I'm healthy! My blood pressure is great, my arthritis is much, much better and I'm no longer pre-diabetic. I've had to reduce my dose of thyroid medication because of the weight loss too.
- I am so much happier. The pressure of always fighting my escalating weight was huge and was always on my mind. I feel liberated.
- I am much more willing to be me. I'm less afraid to say what I think, no matter what anyone else thinks. I consciously made last year the "Year of the Chickadee" and tried to put myself first. I practiced saying no to things I didn't want to do and practiced figuring out what it was that makes me happy.
- I've gained a lot of confidence this year. I no longer worry that the first thing people will think is "man, she's fat!" I really and truly believe that I am worthwhile and if someone doesn't want to get to know me, it's their loss.
- I still have food demons. When I'm upset I still want to reach for something crappy. I still want the comfort that food used to bring. I'm sure I will fight this for the rest of my life!
- I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up! At almost 47 years old, I'm still kind of floundering on what my "second career" should be. Having WLS doesn't change your brain.
- There are times that I still have to force myself to exercise. Even though I like it once I'm at the gym, I still can find excuse after excuse to not go. I think I thought that once I was smaller, and after having done it faithfully for a year, exercise would be second nature and I wouldn't have to make myself go.
- Even though I've lost 80 pounds (and still have 40 to go) I'm not going to be a contender for "America's Next Top Model" any time soon. I'm okay with that, but I think in the back of my mind I thought I'd become a tall, leggy blonde. Not really, but I probably had a few unreal expectations.
Later,
Chickadee