I'm sexy and you know it

It is now over 4 months ago that I did the surgery and I lost nearly 30 kilos. Don't ask me what that means in pounds or stones because I don't know. Google it.
It hasn't been easy. Discovering that you cannot eat certain things that used to be taken for granted. How many times do you get home and just make a sandwich or drive by whatever fast food restaurant and get something because you are too tired to make something or too lazy? How many times do you think about what to snack on. Maybe you are out on the road and stop by the gas station or a supermarket and pick up a bag of chips/crisps or a bag of nuts, chocolate whatever? Well, I cannot do any of that. I need to be constantly thinking about what to eat, what to take with me, what to have for breakfast, lunch, in-between snacks. It is as bad as going to meetings with a snack because what happens if I get hungry? I need to eat to avoid any unpleasantness. A simple cheese sandwich is a problem. And Don't even get me started on being healthy and making sure I get all the right vitamins and minerals.  Right now I am on Nexium. This is a good thing and a bad thing because it masks any stomach problems. So any food that might not necessarily agree with me is now a go as I don't feel any discomfort. Food food and more food. Always food.
Then I look in the mirror or someone shows me how I used to be and I don't recognize myself. What a mess, what an ugly mess I used to be. I am not claiming that I am a beautiful creature now but I see the potential. I am going to be a knockout when I am done. I know it and the world knows it. I actually look in the mirror. I am not afraid of mirrors anymore. I don't go around looking in store windows or just stare at myself in the mirror. Miracles don't happen overnight. When I look around me I see the difference. Men look. Men stare. I have a neck and only one chin. I have a waist. A small waist but boy of boy I can see where this is going. I wear my clothes with pride and I walk with my head held high.
It has only been 4 months and I feel the difference in myself. I allow men to touch me and I allow myself to feel men touch me.
It has only been 4 months and I can't wait for the next 4 months.

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