Two Year Surgiversary

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Today is my two-year surgiversary! I started my pre-op diet on 9/1/13 at 237 pounds, went into surgery at 228 pounds, hit my goal weight in April of 2015 at 129 pounds, dropped to 126 pounds, and for the last several months I have floated around 129-132. I went to a surgery consultation the last week of August 2013 and decided I wanted a sleeve immediately. I was self-pay, so 2 weeks later I was in the OR. For the first 2-3 weeks I thought I had ruined my life, however slowly the weight came off, I got back to regular food, and life went back to normal. Last year I had three different plastic surgeries and I am just a little bit over a year out from the first one, 9 months out from the second, and 6 months out from the last. I look at my progress pictures which I took every 10 pounds and I look like a very different person now.

I wish I could have seen two years into the future the day I had sleeve surgery and known that in the end it was all worth it, much like I wish I could see two years into the future from now and know that the things I am going through in the moment will all make sense somewhere down the road. But, sadly, we don’t get to see the future, so I wake up everyday, I work hard for my health, my career, and my life and I have faith that just like in the past, the work will be worth it. I read this poem the other day and I quite liked it. I think it relates to weight loss, but also the rest of life. What you want in life isn’t just going to show up like a worm after a rainstorm…you have to wake up everyday and work hard for it. Success is for the hustlers.

"The Little Black Hen"

Said the little red rooster, "Gosh, all hemlock, things are tough!
Seems that worms are getting scarcer and I cannot find enough.
What's become of all those fat ones is a mystery to me.
There were thousands through that rainy spell, but now where can they be?"

The old black hen heard him, didn't grumble or complain.
She had gone through lots of dry spells; she had lived through flood and rain.
So she flew up on the grindstone, and she gave her claws a whet,
As she said, "I've never seen the time when there were no worms to get."

She picked a new and undug spot; the earth was hard and firm.
The little rooster jeered, "New ground. That's no place for a worm!"
The old black hen just spread her feet; she dug both fast and free.
"I must go to the worms," she said, "the worms won't come to me."

The rooster wanly spent his day, through habit, by the ways
Where fat worms had passed in squads, back in the rainy days.
When nightfall found him supperless, he growled in accents rough,
"I'm hungry as a fowl can be -- conditions sure are tough."

He turned then to the old black hen and said, "It's worse with you,
For you're not only hungry, but you must be tired, too.
I rested while I watched for worms so I feel fairly perk,
But how are you? Without worms, too? And after all that work!"

The old black hen hopped to her perch and drooped her eyes to sleep
And murmured, in a drowsy tone, "Young man, hear me and weep.
I'm full of worms and happy, for I've dined both long and well
The worms are there, as always, but I had to dig like hell."

Author: Anonymous

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Congratulations! You are such an inspiration! (So was the poem...loved it.)