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I have a very good friend who had her stomach stapled about a month ago. She started losing weight last summer in preparation for the change in her eating habits would be required to change after the surgery. At the time of the surgery, she had lost about 72 lbs. She's now up to a loss of about 90 lbs.
We were out with her Friday night. A bunch of our friends met to watch other friends' bands play and it was just so wonderful to see the change in her. Not so much the weight loss, she's still quite heavy. If you know her, you can see the difference in her face and even a bit around her middle. But it's so much more about her spirit! I swear she seems 10 years younger. The happy, fun person I knew and who was slowly disappearing in misery.
The coolest part was seeing how she actually is starting to feel sexy. She's got this head of hair that's gorgeous. You know - the long blackish-brown curls that are like ringlets. And she's flinging it around the way girls who feel sexy do. And giggling and dancing.
Our other friend (probably her best friend) took her shopping for her first shopping trip in a store in years. She's had to buy all of her clothes on the Internet and catalogues for the last few years. She was going to the dressing room with arm loads of clothes, flinging them out and calling for smaller sizes. She bought her first black bra!
I asked her if she was feeling as sexy as she was projecting, and she told me that she was and hoped it didn't get out of hand. I told her it probably would, but that she should enjoy it. She'd come back down to Earth eventually and she's got to enjoy the new-found attitude.
And yesterday, something she had said to me the night before made me get off my butt and go for a bike ride. I was feeling quite lethargic from being out so late the night before and didn't feel like doing squat. So then I remembered the night before when I said something about not being in the mood to exercise lately. She said, "You're only hurting yourself by not exercising." And it's so true. And I put on my clothes and got that bike out and had a pretty decent ride, even though I was hungover.
I emailed her to let her know that she is becoming a source of motivation. She's going to feel so good to know that. You know...I think I'm going to go to Hallmark and send her a card. Maybe I can make her cry. That would be cool.
We were out with her Friday night. A bunch of our friends met to watch other friends' bands play and it was just so wonderful to see the change in her. Not so much the weight loss, she's still quite heavy. If you know her, you can see the difference in her face and even a bit around her middle. But it's so much more about her spirit! I swear she seems 10 years younger. The happy, fun person I knew and who was slowly disappearing in misery.
The coolest part was seeing how she actually is starting to feel sexy. She's got this head of hair that's gorgeous. You know - the long blackish-brown curls that are like ringlets. And she's flinging it around the way girls who feel sexy do. And giggling and dancing.
Our other friend (probably her best friend) took her shopping for her first shopping trip in a store in years. She's had to buy all of her clothes on the Internet and catalogues for the last few years. She was going to the dressing room with arm loads of clothes, flinging them out and calling for smaller sizes. She bought her first black bra!
I asked her if she was feeling as sexy as she was projecting, and she told me that she was and hoped it didn't get out of hand. I told her it probably would, but that she should enjoy it. She'd come back down to Earth eventually and she's got to enjoy the new-found attitude.
And yesterday, something she had said to me the night before made me get off my butt and go for a bike ride. I was feeling quite lethargic from being out so late the night before and didn't feel like doing squat. So then I remembered the night before when I said something about not being in the mood to exercise lately. She said, "You're only hurting yourself by not exercising." And it's so true. And I put on my clothes and got that bike out and had a pretty decent ride, even though I was hungover.
I emailed her to let her know that she is becoming a source of motivation. She's going to feel so good to know that. You know...I think I'm going to go to Hallmark and send her a card. Maybe I can make her cry. That would be cool.
And I feel so much better about myself.
