My Weightloss Story

with friends, at a friends wedding, a few days before the surgery. Photo by Alice Bell.

with friends, at a friends wedding, a few days before the surgery. Photo by Alice Bell.

On the 16th January 2014, I woke up, as soon as the alarm went off at 5:30am I run downstairs. I had half an hour to have a protein shake and my last sip of water. Today was the day, and fasting was about to start. I imagined that I'd be anxious, so anxious that I'd be having trouble breathing, and my heart would be racing. Yet I felt calm. I felt strong; my life was about to change, and I was ready.

The morning before the surgery, at my folks place before I left for the hospital.

The morning before the surgery, at my folks place before I left for the hospital.

I snuck back up to bed, and continued to sip some water for the last few minutes before 6am, and my fasting time would begin. We were going through a heat wave, and the temperature was expected to reach 40 degrees again today, for a big water drinker, its fair to say I was very daunted by the lack of water.

Fortunately, I was due at the hospital at 11am. My surgeon told me to expect a long wait, I was last on his list and he had two long and difficult surgeries ahead of me. I'd spent months visualising this day. Waking early at Mum and Dad's place, having my last meal {a protein shake} and a glass of water, beginning my fast. Showering, making sure to wash my hair, maybe I won't be up to washing my hair for a few days.

I visualised the short 10 minute drive from my folk's place to the hospital. My Huz Nick would drive me there. I'd arrive at the hospital, the long walk to admissions, I'd fill out some forms, answer some questions. A friendly nurse would take me into the pre-op ward, ask me some questions, I'd jump on the scales for one last time before 80% of my stomach was removed.

I shared this pic on Instagram while I was waiting to go into surgery. Check the post here.

I shared this pic on Instagram while I was waiting to go into surgery. Check the post here.

And now here I was, sitting in the pre-op waiting room, in a fugly, ill fitting gown, no bra, and boobs taking on more personality than necessary.

I was sitting with two women, who were going in ahead of me. One of the girls was having a Vertical Gastric Sleeve, just like me, the other was having it also, but had to have a gastric band removed beforehand.

I sat playing on my phone; I hit publish on my blog post, and shared with the world what I was about to have. I had tears running down my face. Happy, my world is full of love and support. I never realised just how kind and supportive people could be.

When I hated myself, like the deep hatred 37 years of self-loath kind of HATE, I seemed to be surrounded by others full of hate and anger. But now those tormented voices were drowned out by the beautiful kind and good souls who lifted me up, and who were just there, always in my corner. Cheering me, like they really cared, and wanted the best for me.

These peeps were people I'd known for a while, some only online, some were for real friends who were in my life through social only, and some were new friends, firm Mummy's who although I hadn't known for long, they were the people who knew me the best. They were all  helping to make me a better me.


Some of the insty messages I received that day.

 

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louisa gormley

I've been bouncing around the blogging space and on social blogging since 2007. You may have seen me in my role as a graphic designer and creative director at Notable Imprint, the business I created with my husband. I've blogged at Hello Fleurieu, How Two Thrive with my former biz partner {and still firm friend, Amie Turner} and briefly on Mrs Notable. And now you'll find me here, blogging my heart out, sharing all I love at LouisaG. We grow, we change and evolve, this new space reflects the real me, the me that is stronger for my past, and excited about the future. I have a bright future, one I never imagined because I've made lots of small changes, and these small positive changes have made a big impact on my life.