I think it’s about time for another update since the last thing I left you with probably gave you nightmares.
Yes I am talking about those horrible open wound images.
I’ve had a lot of proud moments since then! I have a somewhat floppy and wrinkled bikini body!
I managed to fit into some 28-inch waist super skinny jeans.
It’s a shame about my poor taste in socks.
I even managed to fall in love with a dress that I then purchased in a UK SIZE 10 because it fit me!
I was a UK 22 previously, meaning I am now less than half the size I used to be!
I’ve even been posting some considerably under-dressed photos on my Instagram account – prompting some rather cringe private messages asking me when I will “remove the heart emojis”.
I have never posted these photos to show off how “sexy” I am, I have posted them to show people the ins and outs, ups and downs, benefits and drawbacks of skin removal surgery. I have excess skin still! I have back wrinkles!
I’m 8 weeks outs and I’m still not sure what to expect after the swelling goes down.
I love my back boobs and my wrinkles and my sagging breasts (… wait, can I take that back?) but I had little idea that they would exist after my surgery because nobody posted a clear picture!
I will never love the thighs though. Yikes.
But damn, am I 100 times better than I used to be!
Every so often I bump into some one who I haven’t seen in ages and they mention my weight loss. It’s nice. It makes me feel like I’ve achieved something.
I can’t help asking myself if this is real. Have I really done this?
I’m half expecting to wake up from a dream I’ve had since I was 5 years old. But here I am, weighing 74kg at a height of 173cm – making me a healthy weight.
The other day I even managed to fit into a pair of jeans I bought about a year ago because they were the only size in stock. (Ridiculous, I know – but I wanted them and they gave me a goal.) My point is: I’ve done it and it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.. And I think that comes down to my frame of mind.
I’ve had such difficulty losing weight in the past – so what made it easier this time?
Shortly after I was diagnosed as type 2 diabetic I was watching an episode of Jeremy Kyle, in which a mother worried for the health of her son. He was 30 years old (10 years older than myself), weighed 30 stone (again, more than me at the time by 12 stone) and he was being urged to lose weight as he was…
At risk of developing diabetes.
I was sitting there feeling highly offended at the fact that he was at risk of developing type 2 diabetes yet I already had.
Well I can’t lie – that hurt a little bit.
Sometimes I wonder.. If I hadn’t had watched that episode of Jeremy Kyle would I have changed? Honestly, I don’t think so. I would have shrugged off my diagnosis and continued consuming everything in my path.
So thank you to the Jeremy Kyle show for somehow making my dream a reality. Fat-free frozen yogurt to celebrate, anyone?