It's now past 16 months post-op and although I have slowed my weight loss significantly, I haven't stopped. I thought I was done, but now I see the scale slipping lower yet. I have now lost 141 pounds. Yes, that is one WHOLE person. Thank you Duodenal Switch!
What is most frustrating is the clothes. I finally felt like I got a bunch of great clothes and I could complete my wardrobe with gorgeous SIZE 8s! And then I wore a pair of Calvin Klein pants I got at the outlet mall for only $12 and it seemed loose! I'm like, hey!, what the heck! Don't make me have to buy Size 6.
Aside from that, I do want to have some surgery done to "lift" and make me purdy without my winter woolens. I've pretty much leveled off enough that the surgeon wouldn't think twice about doing the surgery. But I want to be the one who determines what really needs to be done. If I don't have to cut somewhere, don't cut.
I'm probably deluding myself - thinking the skin will tighten up on it's own. But I can dream, can't I? Or maybe I just don't want to deal with all that. And especially not when I'm worried about hanging on to my job. I have more pressing things on my mind today than whether or not my nipples will tuck into my waistband.
Health-wise I feel great. I do think there are some unfortunate areas of the anatomy that get pulled when the skin hangs. Like my rear-end for one. Gross, right?! There are other areas too, that one just bugs and makes for some really uncomfortable moments. That is one I need to talk to my doctor about. Something just ain't right there.
It's the good, the bad and the ugly about the DS in this post.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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