In November 2013, before I had surgery, I posted this:
"Today was rough. I had to travel to DC for work - three *full* trains each way, crammed in like cattle (on two of them, standing room only and the escalators were broken almost everywhere). My boss is a runner so i spent most of the day trailing a few yards behind like some yappy little dog. Plus, since I don't normally have to dress up, I had to buy something appropriate. It's my own hangup, I know, but I always swore I wouldn't ever cross the line and buy elastic waist pants. Last night, I had to cave and buy elastic waist pants because nothing else fit right. I doctored up the outfit and felt about as cute as a 300 pound 5'3" 35 year old can feel, but it still hurt to buy those stupid pants."
Yesterday, I had to make the exact same trip. It was hot, and the AC kept going out on the trains - basically the same setup.
The difference? Over 80 pounds.
I kept up yesterday. Wore a dress *with a belt*! It didn't fit much better than last year's outfit, but that's because I bought it 2 weeks ago and it was getting too BIG already . I fit in all the seats, and I sure didn't last year - didn't even have to sit on one hip to avoid infringing on someone else's seat.
The best part? You know when you get on a train, you always try to find a row where you can sit alone if you can, and if not you scan for the best possible seatmate. Yesterday, more than once, I was chosen as the best option and people sat next to me when they had a choice to sit next to someone else. That NEVER happened before.
It doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but it's days like this that make up a life. Life is hard enough without having your body fight against you every step you take - the weight loss achieved from the sleeve has just made everything easier, and that's what I wanted it to do. I can't wait to see how things continue to change for me.