Today is surgery day. I didn’t end up losing much, but I realized my desire to lose was motivated by fear that my surgery wouldn’t be “enough” and I would still feel fat.
I decided to let go and trust the process but I did start walking 10,000 steps a day to prepare.
I’m nervous, can’t sleep. Such a big change coming, it is just so unpredictable.
I will say, as I was losing and seeing my skin hang and wrinkle, I didn’t think it was gross or ugly, I was more curious and observant. I’m hoping that translates after surgery, during the long recovery.
Attaching before pics to track progress.