I had weightloss surgery in 2005 and waited patiently to meet the me I always expected to see in the mirror. I had been heavy since high school so I had no clue what "my look". My look consisted of black, black, and more black...and lots of baggy shirts. My look was at the mercy of Lane Bryant, Catherine's, and the need to save for a year to buy a shirt. I waited..and waited...and waited.
I lost 40 pounds in 2 years while others were losing 100 in a year. I pressed on, I was happy to be less of a chunk even if I was still a chunk. Eight years later my Lap-Band broke and decided to make a home in my guts and within 2 years my ass was busting out of my pants and I was back to waddling instead of walking.
I decided to have the hunk of plastic yanked out of my sides and have then hack out 80% of my stomach. My loss is still slow but it is getting there.
Through it all I have learned that comparing yourself to others only makes you miserable. In the world of transformation sometimes things happen when they happen. Sometimes it takes a while because you have to be prepared to be that damn fine. 😜
