Nine months ago today I climbed aboard Alaska Airlines bound
for San Diego; destination INT Hospital, Tijuana Mexico and a new life.
I didn't fully understand the new life part. I was ready for
change. I wanted change; but as far as understanding what I was in for, I hadn't
a clue. Even now, I am just beginning to comprehend and appreciate the metamorphosis
that is my life. The physical changes are easy to see. All it takes is a mirror
and my belt from June 20th to measure my progress. The emotional and
spiritual progress may be less visual, yet even more significant, at least to
me. My wife has said many times that Dr. Rodriguez operated on my stomach, but
the effects were in my head.
When I had Vertical Sleeve surgery I knew I was fat. I knew
I didn't feel good about myself and I knew I wanted change. What I didn't know
was that my physical condition was a door closed against my emotion well-being.
Obesity controlled every aspect of my life. What I ate; when I ate; how much I
ate. Where I went; what I wore; who I’d meet. Through obesity I put limits and
conditions on virtually every aspect of my life. I shunned social situations
and was increasingly content to hide at home. Life felt like an activity that
had passed by me.
A funny thing happened when I lost a hundred pounds; I found
myself! I’m not perfect. Losing weight hasn't fixed all that’s flawed in me,
but it’s open doors in my physical and emotional well-being that have been
firmly locked for years. In nine months my life has changed more than I ever
dreamed possible. I dared to dream of weight loss. I dared to dream of life
without limits; thinking of stairs and other physical barriers. It turns out my
dreams were small.
Few things in life ever turn out better than you dream them
to be; this has.
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