sassyfannypants
I am jumping out of my skin.
After making the decision to have roux-en-y this past August, I have been plowing toward that goal.
I am one fifteen minute nutrition appointment, and one consultation with my surgeon away from having a date,
and I cannot stand the wait.
I feel like I have already left this body, this sedentary lifestyle behind, but mirrors, tight clothes, shortness of breath,
and impolite comments keep reminding me that I am still 292 lbs, size 22, same old me.
How do we reconcile who we are with who we strive to be?
How do I convince myself to keep loving this body I'm plotting to shed?
Where do I find the patience to make it these final few steps?
