Pomp & Circumstance

I saw my bariatric psychologist last week and he informed me that I have officially graduated from his care. I'm guessing that's a good thing. He said very complimentary things about the approach I took regarding my weight loss surgery journey, which I appreciated.

I've lost weight before. Lots of it. But this time I have an ace in the hole. Or rather an egg in my abdomen. I also have resolve and fierce determination. I've worked hard (and will continue to put in the requisite energy and effort) to get this weight off - harder than I've ever worked. I've still got about 30-35 lbs I want to lose and I know it will be a battle. I know there will be plateaus. I know I'll get discouraged. But I also know I have success on my side. Eighty-seven pounds of it. Five pant sizes smaller. Thirteen and a half inches off my bust, waist and hips in two months. The ability to nestle in Ron's arms lying on the couch. And other things that would be considered TMI if I shared them . . .

So I've been kicked out of the nest to fend for myself. A year ago I think I would have fallen straight to the ground, flat on my back, gasping for air. Now . . . I think I'll soar.

Stay tuned . . . I'll keep you posted.