Done being the fat girl

Recently I got called skinny for the first time in quite some time- well, probably in my entire life. Maybe I was called skinny when I was a kid, but I'm thinking not. Friday last week I went into one of my colleagues classrooms to pick up some cash because he was treating me to ice cream. As I left to go purchase said Ice Cream, some of his Leadership students approached him and asked him who I was. (These are the same students I worked with to plan the Dr. Seuss event on our campus in early March- right before my surgery.) He told them that I worked with them on the Dr. Seuss event and they admitted they did not remember me. When I came back, he told me what happened and then had the girls introduce themselves to me. So, I introduced myself. "jennifer Romero. English teacher and co-planer of the Dr. Seuss event." I think when they heard my voice they recognized it because suddenly they knew exactly who I was.

Later that afternoon I went out for drinks with some of my colleagues- including Mr. Trebor. He informed me that when I left the girls told him I was "skinny" and asked what happened. I've been dieting and exercising- which is true- but, that diet was helped along by my surgery.

I can't begin to explain how it makes me feel to have someone call me skinny for the first time in my life. Two years ago before my daughter was born I set a goal for myself. I was done being the fat girl. I guess it's true now. I really am done being the fat girl.


New Nickname: skinny bones, skinny bones Jones

surgery- old info.

I haven't really written in about 6 months. My hands are rusty and my joints need to be oiled. I don't even know why I haven't written- blogged- journaled- or whatever for so long. It's not as if I haven't had time. I had vacation. I had surgery. In any case, it's time to start blogging at least. I need to record my post-surgery journey, so here we go. Let me at least recap the last 3 months.

I had Roux-en-Y AKA Gastric Bypass 3 months ago. My Gall Bladder was removed at the same time. My surgery was uncomplicated and my recovery went well- outside of the fact that I felt like crap and I vomited like a hundred times in the first week. Apparently I don't handle anesthesia well. When my drain was removed it came right out.

Before the surgery, I told a zillion people I was having the surgery. I posted about it on my Facebook. I told my colleagues. There are several dr. appointments before you have the surgery that I had to miss work for. If a colleague was doing me a favor and covering my classes, I felt they had the right to know why I was going to be gone. And, to be honest, I was really excited. I had been considering the surgery for years before my doctor okay-ed it and put in for the referral and approval.

In any case, I got the tests. I was diagnosed with Gall Stones, Sleep Apnea, and High Blood Pressure. That was in addition to the Diabetes I already had. So, why did I have surgery? There are too many reasons to say in one blog post. You'll have to keep reading if your eally want to find out.