This surgery changed me completely. I had gastric bypass surgery to lose weight and "be healthy." I was told that if I didn't lose weight, I would die a fat death of all the fat diseases. So, at 27, I went under the knife to "save my life." So, isn't it interesting that most of my health problems are now related to the malabsorption from the surgery? I've gone over this a million times in other blogs, so I won't rehash it much here. (You can read about my surgery HERE and vitamins HERE.)
Addiction transfer has become a very real problem in my life. I've started to see a trend, mostly switching between food and spending money (you can read my latest blog about that HERE). (THIS blog also touches on the addiction aspect, as well as the body image issues.) They said this surgery would fix me. Why am I not fixed? I guess the first step is to say I was never broken in the first place. It takes a lot of energy to be broken. I feel a lot less anxiety now that I've decided I'm not broken and never was. Sure, I still deal with some anxiety, but I can usually trace that back to eating too much sugar, or PMS'ing. Sure, I have some things about myself that I would like to change, but I'm not a broken human being. I wake up every day to go to a job I enjoy, I am surrounded by a good group of friends and family. I have enough money to do fun things. As I love to say, my life doesn't suck.
Back to those old blogs. HERE is my six year update. I was still very much pro-surgery and weight loss. I was rambling about needing to get my cardio in to lose weight. I'm sure I was counting calories. Not much changed the next year. I gathered up all my old posts about surgery. You can read the seven year update HERE. My eight year update from 2012 can be found HERE. I was still battling my weight. Still unhappy. That is the year I went to the job from hell in San Francisco (in October). My nine year update is HERE. I really hated that job and I was starting to have issues with plantar fasciitis (bone spurs in the feet, most likely from calcium deficiency due to the surgery). I was gaining weight from being unhappy, eating crap food in San Francisco, and not exercising as much. My favorite lunch was a grilled cheese sandwich with macaroni in the middle of it...with a cookie on the side! Divine. Plus, I was picking up cupcakes from the Cupkates truck at least once a week. I feel like year ten was a turning point for me. You can tell a little in the blog post (which you can read HERE), but leaving that job was the first step in changing my life into the life I wanted. I skipped year 11, but my 12th anniversary post is HERE. I'm on the right path. Finally. In February 2015, I got the job I have now -- a job I really enjoy with people I like. I had started working with Ellen in 2014 to make myself healthier and was continuing to make changes (you can read a post about that HERE). In August 2015, I got out of a relationship that wasn't working for me. Years 11 and 12 were big years in the emotional health and personal growth departments. Nothing like waiting until you're 40 to get it figured out!
|Nude Artista in 2017 with Roz the Diva|
I feel like I lay out all of my emotions on this blog more often than not. Is anyone sick of my emo shit yet?! I appreciate the outlet, but I do have a lot more fun than it probably seems. My weight doesn't define me. I do look forward to continuing to grow into a person who doesn't just say she has no fucks to give about what people think about her body, but actually does have no fucks to give. Here's to a year of no fucks! Wait. That didn't come out right. Here's to a year of being more awesome, having more fun, and loving the life that I have! But let's have plenty of fuc...well, you know what I mean.