The girl on the left while still not at her heaviest smiled pretty and big but was miserable and broken. The girl on the right is genuinely happy.
At this time last year, I was still trying to wake up from anesthesia because 6 months before that I had made a choice and a promise to myself. I promised that I would be healthier and to be happier, and I am.
So much of my happiness was tied into my weight, but my weight was like a yo-yo, and therefore so were my emotions. Everywhere I turned I would hear “if you lost weight you’d be prettier," "You'll be happier," "Maybe you’ll get a boyfriend,” and the like. I fell deep into despair with every failed attempt, and there were many. I had made up my mind about surgery. I told myself that I didn’t need it. That I could do it on my own. But behind every confident declaration came any and all excuses as to why I couldn’t achieve my goals.
1/11/22 marks my first anniversary after having gastric sleeve surgery. This was hands down the BEST decision I could have ever made for myself. While I am still unlearning some of the negative thoughts associated with my weight, I am proud to say that I’ve made many positive changes. Numbers don’t matter much in my life these days, but the way I feel and how much better I can move definitely do! Overall, I'm in a much better place and I am much healthier! I work out regularly. I watch what I eat. I am doing the damn thing!
I turned 40 in 2021, I’ve got some catching up to do!
Whatever you decide to do, do it. Be healthier! Get fitter! Take a trip or buy that artwork!
DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY AND SCREW EVERYONE ELSE'S OPINION!!!
Love & Light
-M