Yesterday I turned 2 in surgery years, happy birthday to me and all that jazz. Last year I was excited and happy about reaching my first 'birthday' but this year I was distinctly underwhelmed by the whole thing.
Obviously I'm grateful to my surgeon and his team for giving me my life back but I think perhaps now it is time for me to move on from being a bypass patient and move further towards just being Ally, normal and healthy. I haven't told my new housemates about my operation, or about the fact that I used to be super morbidly obese because I don't feel it is relevant anymore. Obviously it will always be a part of who I am internally but if I'm going to move on from the ghosts of being fat and unhappy I need to let go of some of the baggage.
Two years ago feels like a lifetime and I think that's only right. Yes I had a gastric bypass but I'm learning that the staples in my stomach may have given me my future but they don't define it, or me.