So yesterday I didn’t get a chance to blog. Okay, so I just didn’t. Mainly because I was having a bad day and secondly after having a bad day I just wanted to go to sleep. So let me tell you how this day had me about to grab my gym bag and no not to hit the gym but to swing.
Anyone who has ever been in a fight, when a girl grabs her bag that means she’s about to suit up to do some damage. That was how I felt because I was all in my feelings. All week I was super excited to see my doctor for my appointment. I was ready to see all the positive from a year ago. Now it was positive until we got on the topic of my belly and this past surgery. I guess because losing the weight isn’t an issue the issue is more the swelly belly. I love when I wake up and I am all the way on. Belly looking flat flat and my body looking good in my clothes. UNTIL, the day I wake up and look like I was carrying a secret love child and then I am not feeling it. Well during my appointment I was seen by a male student who I tried to explain how I felt and he gave me the most distant stare. I was looking like really, engage, care, offer tips, do something but NOPE! He just stared at me like I had 3 breasts.
Let’s back it up to earlier in the day I had to professionally tell someone off. I consider myself to be queen of the go off but in certain arenas you have to behave accordingly. Well I did that until the other person went left and I had to bring them back to reality. So I was still fuming from that interaction, the student doctor was blind and not getting it, and the night before I had gotten into an argument with my husband over trash. Yes over a trash can-lawd save all the trash cans lids in our community Jesus! So at this point I am at take my earrings off mood. So I did what any responsible adult would do, I just took a deep breath rolled my eyes at the student doctor, and waited for my doctor to come in. As soon as she saw me she said what’s wrong. I put my husband on hold, put the student doctor on hold, put the day on hold, and told her how I felt about all of this process since the surgery. I don’t think I had verbally talked about it until yesterday. Yes I blogged about it and mostly on the physical stuff but now its been 3 months and a little over 2 on these hormone replacement therapy patches and I needed to let it out. This was my chance. This was the time.
I told her the truth. I felt emotionally fine. I didn’t feel like I had gotten out of control these days. However there are some days when I will get a rash, or itch so bad that I want to peel my own skin off. The swelly belly and having to be super extra careful of what I consume is a lot. I feel like there is an inward pressure from myself to get my belly back down and hope it stays down. This is an ongoing battle that NO ONE told me about when I talked about the surgery. She smiled and gave me a hug. She explained about the belly swells is my body’s way of saying cut back. Not just on what I eat, but what I am doing. Cut back. She said that I have artificial hormones that is making me feel emotional even though I think I am fine. The belly is not permanent. The weight is not an issue. She let me know that I am still healing. In my head, I should be over this by now. However sadly I am not. She also let me know that the hormones is the culprit for the belly and that is normal to go up and down for about a year. A year I really was hoping that was a myth that I heard about before. But nope its like having a baby they say come back to work in 6-8 weeks but it can take up to a year to get your life back under control.
So the student said he didn’t see that it was troubling me. He based that on the fact that the scale showed the great weight loss from the year before. I talked to him about different cues he can take even from a difficult patient like I had been. I told him scale victories are awesome but I am also looking for off scale victories too. I met with my grumpy intruder that I had to set straight and they apologized to me. Reality is they were dumping their issues on me like I was attempting to do in the doctor’s office. The difference between me and the doctor is that the doctor’s office was a safe place and on me that could get you a two piece and a biscuit and I ain’t talking food.
I had to go home, not pick up the kids and get myself together. I went into full busy mode and finally I was able to relax. I was able to get it together. I’m still going to continue to do all the things I have been doing. But I guess I will have to be a little less strict on myself and let myself heal through the belly swell, and eventually all things will come into place. So if you see me in the streets and my belly is a little big just smile don’t worry the next time you see me it may or may have decided to do its thing. Who knows!
