MyFairuhLady
Well..
May 08, 2009
I am miserable with my body. Everyone says I'm beautiful, I look wonderful, yadda yadda. But they don't have to look in the mirror every day. Some times I just sit and stare in the mirror. I look at what I hate about my body - pretty much everything. About the "list" the doctor had me make during my consult and if I should've put my wants in a different order. Would I feel better about myself today? No one has these answers, that's for sure, but that doesn't mean I don't, and won't, sit and think about it. I went for my 6 month consult the other day and we're going to do 4 more procedures. 3 in-office lipos on the thighs and then next year I'll have the thigh and arm lift done in the OR. Then, hopefully, I'll finally be done. It just sucks because I planned on being done before the cruise, before my cousin's wedding, before my birthday ... but I guess I will just deal with things as they come. It also sucks because that means that I have to stay here for about another year. I'm going crazy living here.
On top of all of this, I've got more health issues coming at me. One may be WLS related (not complication-type, but a result of losing all the weight) and one that definitely is not. My personal life is a horrible mess and let's not even get started on my work lfie. I don't get to the gym, I don't work out, I don't jog, I don't do anything. I pretty much just eat my emotions and sleep. Yah, I'm a walking example of a great WLS patient.
On that note, I need to go to work.
Little Bit of a breakdown
Dec 20, 2008
Last night, it finally happened.
I bought some clothes on sale earlier this week and last night I decided to try them on. It's coming up on the time to start venturing into the real world and I should be going back to work soon so I thought I'd give it a try. I also was able to wear my first real shirt yesterday so I figured hey, let's try to be normal. I put on the dress I wanted to wear on New Years (if we went out) and the second I put it on, I totally shut down. My top doesn't match my bottom. AT ALL. Everything is fine and then I have these huge hips and thighs. And not in a subtle way. They are massive. I tried to keep it in because my mom was with me but she could tell. Then I tried on this cute shirt that had short sleeves to see how my arms really looked and it made me really sad because as much progress as we've made, it isn't enough. I will need the lift in the end. So I just took everything off, put them back in the bags, and decided to try on my jeans. All my jeans I thought would fit post-operative, still didn't fit. I threw them all in the donation bag (maybe a little irrational, but they will never fit with these thighs. So there will be some nicely dressed less fortunate people .. I'm talking Banana Republic and NY&Co jeans with the tags on them!!!). Then I cleaned out my closet from top to bottom. There wasn't much left in the end. Afterwards, it was supposed to be time for my mom to change my bandages but she was downstairs or something so I just got ready for bed. She came in and didn't bother me about it and just left me alone. I watched TV for a bit and then I just lost it. I mean full on snot-running crying hysterical. My mom heard me and came in and held my hand while I cried. She agreed with me that my thighs and hips were pretty bad and that we should come up with a plan. I cried that I'm trying to be grateful for how far I've come but I just can't be when I'm still wearing the same pants as the day I went in for the plastic surgery.
So after we cried together for a while, we came up with a plan. I'm going to buy into long-term disability and save up for the next procedures I want. It will probably be 2-3 years or so. I won't be 100% happy with myself until then but that's ok. It's a long, long road, and I'm just getting in the car. It's not going to be the path I thought it would be, but so what. We all have challenges to face, and mine is just going to be a little different than I thought.
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Approval
Sep 19, 2008
Almost there?
Sep 11, 2008
Cross your fingers!
Loves it.
Jun 11, 2008
I love exercising. Seriously.I never thought I would say that. But my nightly jog is my favorite part of my day now. I throw on my iPod, put on my "angry" song on repeat, and I'm good to go. Today I reached a huge milestone .. I actually jogged almost the entire way. Usually I walk/jog/walk/jog. Today it was walk/joggggggggg/walk. It felt amazing. When my legs starting to burn a little I headed back into the apartment and I was like no way, I'm going back to jog more and bet your ass I did.
You know what I love the most about this? That I'm doing it for myself. No one else besides myself. I want to fit in that dress. I want to lose the weight to hit goal before I leave. There's no boy involved. There's no pressure. Like my keychain says .. IT'S ALL ABOUT ME.
I'm even making better food choices. When I knew I wouldn't be able to get lunch today, I stopped at the gas station and got two Special K bars and some crackers. I could've done fast food or chips or whatever. But I made the right choice. Woohoo. :) I'm proud of myself. There. I said it.
T-minus 11 days until dress day!!
And on the job front, I'm beginning to prepare for the next chapter of my career and I'm going to be talking to a mentor-type person at the bank to see if it will be a good fit for me or if there will be positions open at the end of the transition. It's such an awesome job opportunity and I hope it works out. :Crossing my fingers!!!:
Getting serious.
May 01, 2008
**Warning: This blog is going to be very serious, personal and could get quite in detail about my body. If you don't want to know, don't read. END OF WARNING.**
My AIM is off. My AOL is off. I'm fresh out of the shower and I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm empowered. I'm in tears. My iPod is on the highest volume and I swear my ears are bleeding because the music is so loud. I can literally feel the pounding in my head. My eye is twitching. My heart is racing.
And it's all because of me.
I have failed myself.
I have no one to blame for my current state besides me.
I cannot blame my job or the business dinners or the traveling. I make my own decisions. I choose what I eat and drink.
So what set this off?
It's been building up inside of me now for a while, but it really started a few weeks ago when my mom had her bladder lift for her incontinence. I have incontinence, too. Always have. Everyone swore it would get better, or go away completely, after the WLS. Only they were wrong. It's gotten worse. Some days I swear I go through two pads. I used to be able to wear cute undies but now, I dare to dream of the day. I've decided to get the bladder lift when I get my plastics done, which leads me to what REALLY set me off ...
With the loss of so much weight, the excess skin is horrible. I've got horrible genetics. My great-grandmother was a size 2 her entire life and had bat wings. I was doomed from the beginning. And mine are so bad right now. I will never show my arms. I don't even wear t-shirts anymore .. there always has to be a quarter- or long-sleeve shirt underneath it. So I guess it's good that I'm not spending the summer in Vegas. I won't even be considered for plastics until my weight is stable for 6 months. That's GOAL weight, not plateaued weight, or the weight that I'll consider settling for because I've stopped trying. My goal weight is 150-160, so I have about 50ish pounds left.
So what set me off? It sets me off every day. I wince. It's THAT SOUND. The sound of my excess skin hitting my body. Of having to tuck in "the apron" so it doesn't rub against other body parts. Of having to try new deodorants because the excess skin caused me to get bad body odor. The fact that I will not have a man touch me until I'm post-plastics. That I've given up my dream up having children because of this ordeal. That I nearly died and yet I have given up.
What I don't get is why I've given up. Why can't I see the finish line anymore? It used to seem so close to me, yet now, I can't see it. It seems like it's far far far away, so unreachable. I had a plan this week, and I kinda stuck to it. But I made excuses ... if I bought healthy snacks, it'd be ok to snack. Whereas before, there were ZERO snacks in my house. (I now went and threw out all snacks.)
Let's recap. I nearly died to get where I am. I had 5 surgeries. I put my life on pause for nearly a year. I lost pretty much all my friends. I gave up my independence. I nearly lost my job. And now, I'm ruining all I've done and I have no idea why.
I live in this amazing new place where I got that new start I wanted. There's this fabulous gym two buildings away and I've gone once. I sit at home and watch TV. I don't go out. I just work and worry that I won't fit into that pretty red dress that doesn't zip up currently.
Sidenote: I'm realizing at this moment how much I miss blogging. It really makes me feel a lot better.
Back to the subject at hand. I like that I don't have a scale here. They have one at the gym, but I didn't go on it.
So here's my goal: I'm going to go to the gym every day this weekend. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's open 24 hours a day. No excuses. Plus, if I'm the only person in there, I can control the TV. And hey, if it's a nice enough day out, I can just walk around the place. If I'm too tired to work out during the week, I have no excuse for the weekends, right? I've gotten better this week at my food choices, even finding my breakfast foods and drinking my juice again. Water is still iffy, but I'm trying. I bought my scale and started weighing my dinner again. Lunch .. well, that's up in the air but the last 3 days I made good choices. Soup/Salad, a low-fat subway, and salad. I could've gone a bad route, but I didn't.
I NEED TO DO THIS. I have 7 months to work on me. No one is sabotaging me. This is me time. No boys. No parents. JUST ME.
Wow. I feel so much better.
An update.
Jan 09, 2008
Here I sit, bawling my f*cking eyes out.
Guess where I get to go on Thursday? The hospital. For a scope. Apparently, all my symptoms lead my doc to believe that my pouch is too small so they are going to look at it. Apparently this happens to 6% of RNY patients. We've already determined anything bad will happen to me.
And I'm freakin the f*ck out.
Time 5 going under in 7 months.
Yes, it's a different type of anesthesia but I don't care. It doesn't make me feel better. I've been shaking for over an hour and can't stop.
We used to think it was funny going to the hospital and seeing all the nurses and staff. Now, it's just not funny and scary. I'm on vacation. And seriously thinking of calling for a few weeks of disability.
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Back to life.
Dec 02, 2007
Yesterday I was able to drink water without feeling sick. That was great improvement. I drank more water yesterday than I had in all previous weeks combined. It was glorious. I'm dying of thirst right now but I'm also eating breakfast so I can't drink. I'm just thankful this all happened in the winter, otherwise I'd probably have been in the hospital week 1.
Time to finish my breakfast and get ready for day 1 back in the real world.
Home and ok.
Nov 01, 2007
The surgery went well. Since they took out the scar tissue back in July when they replaced the first band, and cleaned up any other things during the complete removal in the last surgery, they didn't have to deal with it during this one.
I had my two favorite night nurses - Raquel and Dakon - who always make my stay there great. My day nurses remembered me, too (yay for Gus and Jackie). I slept for the first 4 hours and didn't remember much, other than Terra came to visit. I was only allowed ice chips so I didn't have to worry about dinner. Since I was pretty out of it, mom and grandma left at around 8. I slept until 10 and then "WOKE UP." Ya'll know .. the big wake up, when you can actually function. I had issues going to the bathroom and Dakon said I might be catheterized, but as a last resort. I woke up every two hours to walk and have some ice chips, and finally at 2 I was able to get a little bit out. Dakon said that was enough to make him happy and it should be ok after that. At this point he also took away my pain pump and the IV. At 530 I woke up for the day pretty much. The surgeon that assisted came and said that I would have to stay through breakfast and lunch, and as long as I wasn't feeling naseaus, I could go home. Well, breakfast was pretty nasty and I felt sick. They fed us honey-thickened apple juice and honey-thickened chicken broth. EW. I was allowed water at this point so I drank a lot. Mom came and we waited for lunch and discharge. Lunch made me almost puke and I got all flehmy (honey-thickened grape juice and honey-thickened beef broth). Then all the sudden I had sharp pains in my body so I got some pain meds and took a nap. The doctor came in, cleared me for discharge and Gus and Jackie came and took out the IV and whatever that ball thingy is called.
Now I'm home and it's time to lay down.
About Me
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