Raptor Wings

Last week I went to a seminar sponsored by the Bariatric Center of Kansas City. It's the same seminar I went to last year in May when I was ready to start this wild journey. This time, however, I went as a former patient, a Q&A subject, so to speak.

There were six of us, all women, who had had some version of bariatric surgery. There were a lot of questions about appearance, specifically excess skin. Some of the other women referred to their "bat wings." Well, I might have had bat wings when I was 14. I now have raptor wings. Or better yet, pterodactyl wings! It's pretty sad. I think if I waved them enough I could become airborne. That's just one area where I've got more skin than I need. Next time someone says "Gimme some skin" I'm gonna whip out my scalpel.

I call my behind "elephant ass." Ron just laughs at me, mainly because I think he's secretly agreeing with me and doesn't want to have to lie by saying I'm being ridiculous. But I say it's no laughing matter. I may have mentioned that ten years go I lost 80 or so pounds. I don't remember the elephant ass back then. Maybe it's that my skin has lost a lot of elasticity in those years or maybe it's because I've lost 90 pounds in about seven months (it took about a year to lose the previous 80). Whatever the cause, it's humbling. I know I could get a multitude of tucks to minimize the issue but I'm not sure I want to do that. Besides, I look fine when I have clothes on. And, luckily, I don't have a profession that requires me to bare my bod.

You should ALL be VERY thankful for that.