Let me begin by saying... I have become my mother! I can not "sleep in". Sleeping in is sleeping til 8a.m. and that's pushing it. Needless to say, my days start early.
I have been reading other's blogs, especially the fellow sleeve sisters'. I am so thankful, in the big ole world out there, there are others going through their lives just like me. I'm thankful for seeing their pictures and recognizing those skinny faces and collar bones while the waist and hips are needing work. Anyone that has had bariatric surgery will tell you, it starts at the top of your head and works its way to the tips of your toes. Thus why everyone sees such a change so fast. It also is a great motivator when you, yourself, see it in the mirror as your face slims and those collars appear.
I have prided myself in my clavicles for months now. I love them! I stare at them in the mirror. While my face is slimmer I don't like staring at it because it sure looks old! LOL Just a little glance further south and there they sit, one on each side, sticking out for the world to see. They are the perfect specimen for anyone that needs to comp an x ray for school (my x ray buddies understand this). I am afraid one day I will wake up and they will have retreated back into a layer of fat never to be seen again. But, I wake up each morning and there they are, as if saying "Good Morning!" So, as I dressed this morning to go see the cardiologist I decided to "play up" my assets. The good ole collarbones.
Now, let me remind those of you who don't know. I have worked for this cardiologist before. I respect him so much because I have seen his work first hand. As far as a man, I've always thought he was a fairly good catch. He was going through a divorce when I worked for him and I made it a point to tell him what a good country wife could do for him:) Needless to say, he likes high maintenance (read between the lines...THIN) women.
The first appointment was with my father and this cardiologist. As we are walking toward the office, here comes doc down the hall. He smiles and we speak. It isn't until he shakes my father's hand and turns to do a double take at me that he realizes who I am! It was really funny, as it is when anyone does it...it happens.... ALOT. The look on people's faces and the words they can not find as they stammer is something that never gets old because I find it so humorous.
My father's appointment goes well as we sit together in the exam room and then we move on to the next appointment...ME. The nurse gets me ready and enter the doc. He comes in saying "WOW! Can you believe this?!" He, of course, is talking about my wondrous lab numbers. They have dropped significantly since my last visit and the conversation turns to the advantages of the weight loss. We are discussing how people treat you differently as a fat person and never really know "who" you are inside the fat. He compliments my personality and says "You are smoking hot!!" It was all I could do not to burst out laughing with an "I told you so" attitude. While we are both married now, it is still a great feeling knowing that he has in fact seen the person that he knew was in there. Anytime you work closely with a doctor as I did with him, there are personal thoughts that you share with them. You get to know them personally. So to hear those words come from his mouth, it was truly a compliment.
It reminds me of Dr Perez when my daughter was born. Everyone was coming in telling me how beautiful she was. I was upset because while I knew she was beautiful to me, I was afraid she was one of "those" ugly babies. Dr Perez pulled no punches. He came in and I knew he would say something tactful if she were ugly. What he said was "Tammie, she is the most beautiful baby in the nursery!" I started crying because it was at that moment that I knew, it wasn't just a mother's love that made her beautiful. She was a cutie! It has been 19 years, I still feel that way and I have never forgotten his words.
Words are powerful. I can not remember the person that said it, although it was probably one of those Shakespeare things..."the pen is mightier than the sword". The pen that writes those words that can cut but can also uplift. Mighty are those words. I ask anyone reading this to take the time to think before you speak. Someone, somewhere, like me, may be giddy with just the right words. What a way to make some one's day.
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