A light at the end of the sleeve

A light at the end of the sleeve

Sluggish movement

Body and mind

A healthy soul

Left far behind

Frightful future

Decision made

Time for change

Prepare the blade

Knocked out

A piece removed

Groggy thoughts

Life improved

Weight lost

Sanity gained

Feeling good

Brain unchained

Free to show

The inside out 

Put to rest

The years of doubt

Finally real

Show colours true

Nothing compares

To the authentic you

I’ve been absent, I know! I can’t really make any apologies for it, it’s a good thing for me. You see, I write when I’m in a bad place, so absence is a sign of positive things.

But I had to write today.  Today marks one year since I made a change. A change that has hugely impacted my life, and the lives of my family.

One year ago today I had a Sleeve Gastrectomy. This involves my very awesome surgeon cutting away around 80% of my stomach. It is Bariatric surgery, performed on people who need some help to turn things around. 

Sometimes I get told I took the easy way out. I didn’t. But you know what, even if it was the easy way out, does it actually matter? Bottom line is that I was once depressed, sluggish, riddled with health problems, and just floating through life, being a ‘bare minimum mum’. I am now excited, passionate, healthy, and full of life. So, does it actually matter?

The thing is, most people that say that either don’t understand it, or have witnessed someone post-surgery not treating their Sleeve with the respect it deserves. It is not a magic genie. It is not going to fix everything. You need to work with it, treat it gently, treat it with love – you’re in for the long haul together.

Anyway, without further ado, here are my before and after photos for the general public to see for the first time ever #terrified.


My stats:

Heaviest weight – 140kg

Weight on surgery day – 137kg

Current weight – 77.3kg

Weight lost – 59.7kg

#noregrets

See you bye, 2016

See you bye, 2016

Okay here goes, my 2016 year in review! Get ready to take a trip down memory lane, see where we are at now, and read about my hopes for 2017.

2016 was not kind to my family. There were some high peaks, and some bloody low pits.

In 2016 I started my blog. My baby. My virtual ‘Dear Diary’. This was a peak. I have attempted to blog many times before but it never clicked like this one did. It was the right time. I have some amazingly kind, caring, and supportive readers, who have reminded me I’m not alone, lifted my spirits, and thanked me for doing the same in return. I feel so lucky to have such wonderful keyboard companions.

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Onions, ogres, and people have layers

Onions, ogres, and people have layers

Someone asked the question today ‘What are your thoughts on people who get weight loss surgery?
The replies were mostly supportive, with a couple that were less so. I couldn’t go past this comment from a lovely lady (who gave me her permission to share this).

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Catchups and cuties

Catchups and cuties

It’s OK! I’m still here!

I have just been…lazy/distracted/busy.

I’ve had some amazing things going on and I’m excited to share!

Firstly – I wrote an article and submitted it to a website and they published it! That was extremely exciting for me. You can check it out here. Keep an eye out on that site – you never know when you’ll see my name again. *wink, wink*

Secondly – We got a date for Marky’s (Biggest-Little) surgery! June 6th my little man with be getting the triple whammy. Adenotonsilectomy, hernia repair & tear duct clearance. I can’t wait for him to be able to breathe properly.

Thirdly – I’ve made a very big decision. On June 20th I will be going under the knife myself. I’m having weightloss surgery. More specifically, the gastric sleeve.

I have struggled with my weight all my life. I’ve tried diets, exercise and medication and no matter how hard I work I either don’t lose, or stall and put it back on. I suffer from Polycystic Ovary Syndrome which makes it incredibly difficult to shed the kilos. I’m sick of being this way. I’m sick of being uncomfortable all the time. And while some think I’m taking the easy way out, I am actually making a decision that will affect my life forever. This was a huge decision and a lot of thought was put into it.

I am going to lose some weight, fix some of my health issues and get exercising. I need to teach my children how to be healthy. I’m also hoping that getting physically fit will help me to become more mentally fit.

So there it is. It’s big and scary and exciting. I know that some people don’t get it, but that’s ok. They don’t need to. They just need to trust me, trust that I know best for myself, and support me.

So I’ve had a big couple of weeks (we also got a new-to-us car, sold some big items that were just collecting dust, and had some breakdowns) and I have a huge month ahead. I can handle it (I hope), I have an amazing husband by my side, three gorgeous boys to make me laugh, and a beautiful kitty to cuddle.

Come at me!

Today’s little wins:

Mumma: Made a decision to change my life for the better.

Biggest-Little: He is rocking it at child care.  After a rough start he is finally coming out of his shell and enjoying Tuesdays.

Middle-Little: Sang ‘Twinkle, Twinkle’ to me. Actions included. Gorgeous.

Smallest-Little: Had an appointment at the child health nurse today. He’s 67cm long and 7.2kgs which puts him around 85th% for length and 50th% for weight. He’s growing beautifully. And he’s so darn cute! I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be his mumma.