Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?

The three year anniversary of my weight-loss surgery is creeping up. Sometimes, it feels like such a distant thing, and sometimes it's at the forefront of my mind. Like, when I'm vomiting my lunch back up, but hey – it was worth it.

I recently got an email from someone who'd stumbled across some archives and asked why I never really talked about surgery. I feel like I've talked about it enough, really. I never intended for this site to have a single focus and, I always felt like in discussing the minutia of what I was or wasn't doing – I would open myself up to internet trolling, which i have less than zero interest in dealing with.

I, don't however, want people to think that I'm trying to hide how I lost all the weight that I have. I'm more than happy to talk about it ad naseum because it's been the catalyst for so much greatness in my life. Today, I went to mail a package at the post office and since nobody was inside, the mailwoman asked me if she could be so nosy as to ask me how I lost all the weight. I didn't bat an eye when I told her I'd had surgery. It's not for everyone, but it was definitely the right choice for me.

So, I've said all of that to say that if you're someone with a question about surgery – I'll tell you what I know. It ain't a lot, but I'm willing to share. And if you didn't know that I'd had surgery, well – now you do.