I had weight loss surgery 365 days ago.
People, a year has passed since 80% of my stomach was cut off and taken out of my body. It’s hard to believe. I had the sleeve gastrectomy
I’ve been giving it some thought and analyzing how I’ve changed. But before I go into it, let’s start with some numbers, because I know you want to know and I am proud to share. I have lost 114 pounds since the day of my surgery on January 25th, 2018. According to one of those fun apps on the internet, that’s the equivalent to 347 bananas. Whatever. It’s a lot.
What happens after Weight Loss Surgery?
Having been overweight my whole life and reaching morbid obesity and being morbidly obese my entire adult life, I don’t know any other way to be. So, this year has been an “adjustment,” to put it nicely.
We all know by now that weight loss surgery is considered by many “the easy way out.” Yeah, I’m not even going to get that much into it…but just some food for thought (a few bites for you bariatric folks), going under anesthesia and having an irreversible procedure done is everything BUT easy.
This year I have been shedding the extra fat, and through it, I’ve had many nervous breakdowns, debilitating depression, anxiety, anemia, gastric issues of all sorts and a terrible immune system. I was hurt, I have stood my ground, and I have been learning who and what I need in my life. Talk about losing the pounds, what about removing situations and people from your life?
It is a work in progress. I am no longer morbidly obese, and I can do many things both physically and mentally. My relationship with food is a battle that I fight, and I am finding a good happy medium with it. I have also been focusing on my mental health, all of those wounds that I tried to heal with the comfort of food in the past. I still have a long road ahead of me and a lot of weight to lose.
Weight Loss Surgery is not Magic
Now, looking back I can say I am glad I took this route after years of trying almost anything to lose weight and become healthier. But, I realize that something I want to point out is that I don’t have to credit anyone else for my actions.
The surgery is not magic, and it certainly doesn’t put in the hard work for me.
The credit is all mine; I am doing this. Although the surgery helped to kickstart a healthy life, I am the one making the right decisions on most days. I am the one waking up every day and stepping up to the game. I am the one dealing with my emotions; I am the one that recognized I needed help and decided to go into therapy. I was the one who had to deal with countless low days and who continues to do so and pushes to try and reach high days.
Talking about the negatives doesn’t mean I am not thankful for my family and friends that have been there through all of that. But it does say that I recognize my worth and that nobody has walked in my shoes. Today I know that I am capable of doing hard things.
A year out, the restriction on my stomach is not as like it was in the beginning. I certainly can eat almost anything I want, and I have the ability (note can and ability) to graze through the day. If I do that, I can still gain the weight back.
What is coming in the future?
So, now comes the hardest part. My goal for this year is to become stronger, to work out 3-4 times a week and build muscle and continue losing fat and toning my body. I also have a lot of loose skin – which is the reality of massive weight loss, so my surgeon will be sending me to plastic surgery next. I am still not convinced about going into another surgery, but I will definitely be researching and possibly learning about my options.
If you’re curious about my journey – which includes mishaps, sick days, awful days along with a wonderful feeling of accomplishment and health – you can follow my Instagram account where I talk about the “easy” hurdles and the “simple” day to day battles of life after weight loss surgery.
Thank you for reading me! 😉