This three day weekend couldn’t have come at a better time for me. My original plan was to sit on my recliner for the entire weekend, but I ended up getting a lot done. Grocery shopping on Saturday, and nearly all my laundry was done yesterday. I made sure to take long breaks in between doing things to let my body rest.
The good news is, I feel fantastic! I feel slight discomfort when I have to contort my body for any reason, or reach for things high up, but overall I hardly feel like I had any surgery at all. However, I did feel like I was going to die and/or my belly button came loose when I accidentally choked on my own saliva (seriously Mae?) and involuntarily coughed without preparing myself.
Last night I took a nice long much needed shower, changed my sheets, and slept in my own bed. Woke up to my snoozing furchildren, and all was right in the world.
Unfortunately I also woke up incredibly sore all over. While my bed itself is really comfortable, it is much harder to get in and out of it. For whatever reason, my bladder has gotten weaker and I’ve had to get up in the middle of the night to pee at least twice ever since surgery day.
Tomorrow I see Dr. Minniti for my 3 week post-op appointment. I can’t wait to have the tape on my arms and breasts replaced. My boobs are always covered up by my compression bra, but there’s no way I can do sleeves in this heat, so my arm tape is looking pretty worn. I’m gonna ask him if the tape is something I can do at home, because I don’t know if I can keep up this schedule of showering every third day just to make the tape last 10 days.
Speaking of arms, mine are still swollen but at least the definition in my biceps is coming back! No, I’m not wearing a scarf. That’s my t-shirt that I didn’t feel like taking off all the way…??
For the first time since surgery day I’m feeling like myself again. Not only with the self-sufficient human stuff, but with how my body looks. I’m constantly covered up with compression garments so, despite how many pictures I’ve already shared, I rarely look at myself in the mirror. Today I did, and I felt… small. Normal. Like I’m finally in the body I worked so hard for.
I am still swollen, and I won’t see my final result for another six to nine months. I don’t and might never have six pack abs. I still have loose skin if I bend over or sit. Right about now you’re probably thinking WHAT?! You went through all that and still have loose skin?!
You have to have realistic expectations going into it. I’ll be honest; there was a brief moment that I wanted to cry after looking at my stomach while sitting down. But guess what? And this is especially important to know if you’re considering a tummy tuck after massive weight loss: my skin does not have the elasticity it once had when I was a young, ripe, teen. All the fat I carried around for years and years has pushed my skin to its limits, and that little bit of laxity is always going to be there. If my surgeon pulled me any tighter, I wouldn’t be able to stand up straight or twist my torso.
Think of the skin on your abdomen (prior to weight gain) as a brand new pair of SPANX. Now think of your post-weight loss skin as the pair of SPANX that you’ve worn for the last three years. If it’s anything like mine, it’s in bad shape, hardly takes any broken fingernails to pull on anymore, and does not suck everything in like it used to.
No amount of surgery is going to turn back the clock to before we let our bodies go. But let us not forget how far we’ve come. Which one would you rather be?