On Monday, I’m going to have a tummy tuck.
Since September 2013, I’ve lost about 60 pounds. I’ve gotten tons of compliments and I feel
really, really good. This is the
thinnest I’ve been in since probably eighth grade. I am not exaggerating. I fit into clothes I haven’t fit into in a
lot of years, and when I go shopping, sizes I haven’t dreamed of are now
suddenly too big for me. At least once a
week (especially on Fridays when I wear pants to school) a fellow teacher or
sometimes (gasp!) a student will tell me that I’m “melting away.” Yeah, that’s pretty freakin’ awesome.
Except for this gelatinous mound of flesh that is my belly.
I was well over 200 pounds for a
very long time, and now my
stomach resembles a deflated balloon. It
is gross. I can fit into a size six
jeans (but then my jellylike belly muffintops – yes, I invented a verb – out of
the waist band for an oh-so-unappealing look.)
I’ve tried the gym and personal trainers. I’ve talked to
doctors. Here’s what they told me: dream on, white girl. You can undo that sort of damage. There is a lot (probably 4-5 POUNDS) of
excess skin and fat that cannot be touched unless a plastic surgeon whacks it
off.
To answer your questions:
Yes, I am having it done locally (Dr. Sleeper in New Hartford). No, it isn’t covered by insurance (it’s
costing me about $7,000). No, I’m not
scared. I’m actually pretty psyched.
I want to jog and not hear fwump, fwump, fwump when belly
I want to wear pants that fit my actual waist size and not
have to allot for my enormous belly.
Heck, I want to be able to tuck in my shirt if the spirit
moves me.
The recovery is approximately three weeks. I am taking off next week and then I have two
weeks for Christmas break. It’s day
surgery, so I’ll be home by 1 PM at the latest on Monday. Feel free to call, but I’m probably going to
be pretty drugged (legally, of course!)
I will post updates as I progress! Wish me luck!
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