Post-weight loss plastic surgery. I had it. I wrote about it here and here, and a bunch of other times. And today you get to hear about it one more time.
Today I had my 3/5 month follow-up visit with the surgeon (we combined follow-ups so that I didn't have to live at the office). This is the visit where they took the 'after' photos to accompany the 'before' shots that were taken at my pre-op visits. These are always a good time- I get to wear tiny disposable thong underwear and stand in awkward positions while a nurse takes my picture.
These pictures, guys. They threw me for a loop.
Recovery from these operations was hard. Some days, really really hard. There were days when I wondered if I'd done the right thing. I hated the forced laying around, I felt depressed because of all of the pain every minute of every day for weeks on end, I missed picking up my babies, I wanted to get up and run but couldn't. These were some rough days.
Now that I've made it to the other side, I have worries of a different kind. I worry about gaining the weight back. I get concerned about eating too much or not working out enough. And because I am a woman, I still sit in judgement of my body every day.
Sometimes, if I let myself, I can get caught up in all of that.
Today, these photos brought me back to reality.
Reality is that my body is amazing. It is strong. It is healthy. And I put a helluva lot of work into getting it to that point. The reason I had these surgeries in the fist place is because it sucked to work so hard to lose so much weight, and still hate the way I looked in the mirror. My body was strong and healthy then, too, you just couldn't see it beneath the extra skin and loose fat deposits that no amount of exercise would get rid of.
You can see it now.
When the doctor showed me these photos in his office today, I broke down and cried. I can't even put my finger on why. Pride for accomplishing a goal, relief that this chapter of my life is behind me, joy that my outward appearance finally matches my inner strength. The photos put things into perspective somehow, and I'm an emotional hot mess over here.
I can't believe I'm putting this out there for the world to see, but here you have it- my 'before' and 'after.' I think J probably put it best when he said "worth every penny." If you need me, I'll just be here staring at these pictures and crying all day.