Don't worry, you'll get to read all about it and be jealous.
Anyway.
My surgery.
364 days ago I looked like this.

Now I look like this.
And in between I looked like this.

I started out at 305 pounds and am now at 149 pounds. I started out wearing a size 28 and now wear a size 6. Will and I have the same waist measurement. I fit in his jeans (granted, there's a little muffin top involved...). Have you met Will? He's a beanpole. Me being able to fit into his clothes is a big deal.
But wait, there's more!
I've stopped needing insulin, blood pressure medication, cholesterol medication and a daily aspirin to keep me from having a heart attack at 34. I exercise 6 days a week, I seek out exercise classes that will make me beg for mercy, I drag friends on freezing cold 13 mile bike rides and I'm halfway through a course to become a personal fitness trainer (which, if I can get past my social anxiety and awkwardness, I think will be my dream job).
Of course, the past year has also left me with this.
I'm hoping the next 366 days will involve its removal.
And some new boobs.
A lot can happen in a year.
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