One Year Surgery Anniversary (Surgiversary)

Oh, I'm still not all that wild about the word "surgiversary," but you can't beat it for summing it up! :)

One year ago today I started on an amazing journey. I cannot begin to say how happy I am with my decision to have VSG. I have lost 112 pounds, and I am 11 pounds off my first goal of a "normal BMI." Amazing. A year ago, I was battling depression and I had reached a point of utter futility and hopelessness in many facets of my life. VSG surgery was an opportunity, a gift I gave myself to try to shake up my life the way it so desperately needed.

It worked. :) I have always known I am strong. I have lost weight and battles the associated demons of obesity many times in my life. What I couldn't do was keep the weight off. This lead to that increasing feeling of futility. Losing weight meant gaining more back. I could not bear the thought of weighing any more than I did.

At the same time, I also had reached a point where I didn't give a rip what I weighed anymore. I knew the path I was on, and I knew it was a bleak and grim path, and I just didn't care. It was time for a major upset in my life, and I pursued surgery exactly as it was: a lifeline.

Wow! And here I am! A hottie-patottie! And just to show that even 112 pounds lighter, it is still a battle of mental imagery. This morning on the bus, I felt fat. My thighs were squished out on the seat, the banded waist of my cute new top (you like?) had rolled up. Ugh.

I got to work and checked myself in the full-length mirror. Oh no, not fat! Hawt!! You go, girl! It's your surgiversary and you RULE THE WORLD!! ;)

Here's some pics. Later this week I'll pontificate on some one-year post-op thoughts, wins and losses, dragons slayed and demons still in tow. But today, I just wanna look at my one-year collage and this morning's pic. :)