It’s not always a bad thing…
Patchwork And Potpourri is not my first foray into the blogosphere. For anyone who does not know, I underwent radical weight loss surgery 3 years ago in an effort to improve my well-being and quality of life. As part of the weight loss process, I wrote a blog about that journey, from my first consultation with my weight loss surgeon through my 2-year surg-i-versary, which happened last year while I was in New York preparing to sing a concert with several choral groups at Carnegie Hall. It was a no-holds-barred look into my experiences with medically-supervised weight loss prior to surgery, the tests required for insurance approval, surgery and recovery and all the nitty-gritty-nuts-and-bolts ranging from periods, poop and vomit to changed relationships resulting from my changed appearance. The weight loss blog is located at:
I encourage anyone with weight or self-image issues, especially anyone considering weight loss surgery, to visit there and read about the good, the bad and the hilarious stops along my weight loss path.
My total weight loss was 136 pounds, and at my lowest weight I actually dipped a few pounds below my dietician-recommended minimum (although that didn’t last very long!). In the past year I have regained a bit of the weight because I’ve been trying to comfort myself. Three friends died from cancer this past year, and, while some people turn to alcohol or drugs to medicate their pain, my substance of choice has always been food. And as I said to a friend yesterday, nobody eats broccoli for comfort! “Comfort food” for me is generally laden with starch, fat and sugar. Delicious stuff for sure…and deadly for some of us if we indulge too much or too often.
The good news is that I have visited with my dietician and started to unpack the pounds I packed on this past year. I have a conference next week which involves a dressy dinner, and I can zip myself comfortably into the dress I bought for the occasion, which is a victory—and a relief! I’m still well over a hundred pounds down from my highest weight and largest size, and I’m on the healthy wagon once more hoping to shrink back to my lowest weight and smallest size.
Even at my smallest, I am not a skinny person. I never will be. I have way too many boobs and hips to ever be skinny! And that’s fine. God made me curvy.
God also made me sensitive, more than some people in my life have been comfortable with. Sometimes folks have made me feel bad, ashamed of my tender nature, as though sensitivity equals weakness. More than once I’ve even tried to “change” how I am, without success, of course. I have come to realize that big feelings are just part of my basic wiring, and, while sensitive people do require a bit of special care, we’re not broken, as some people would have us think we are. The same critics who say I’m too sensitive always seem to be grateful for my compassion when THEY need it. It’s funny how that works sometimes.
Parts of me will always be plus size. And that’s fine, too. I laugh and cry bigger than most people, because I feel my feelings more deeply. Dolly Parton once described herself as having a brain underneath the hair and a big heart underneath the boobs. I’d like to think that’s me as well. (Maybe we’re related!)
Am I glad I had surgery and shrank my body? Absolutely! Would I do it again, knowing what I know now? In a heartbeat. My hips and ankles don’t hurt anymore. I feel healthier and stronger. And I feel more free to live my life no longer being ashamed about the parts that are stil big: my personality, feelings, hips, boobs and HAIR!