Firsts …. Again

It’s not really a first if you’ve done it before, but I feel like I’ve had a total life reset and it’s my blog so I guess that means I can call it whatever I choose!

Let’s list some of the highlights:

Messed up my check in and had to sit in a middle seat all the way to Toronto. Wasn’t my worst flight, had extra seatbelt room and not one person had the look of sheer terror when they saw me come towards their row.

I raced GO KARTS…. I haven’t been in a GO KART since Sandspit in PEI circa 1995.

I was able to wear a Stampede shirt from Parkland and it fit (thanks to the most thoughtful and organized angel). I also rocked white cowboy boots and my tits looked great (thanks for the shout out Jen B… right back at you)… lol

Jen and I went on a ride at Stampede! I fit in the ride, no issues while wearing a skirt. I could have cried I was so proud of myself. I always said if I ever lost the weight I’d go to Disney and do the Teacup ride, not quite Disney but I dare say it cost the same 🤣.

I found a one piece swim suit that fit over my stomach and didn’t cause a very unflattering and entirely too revealing leg/vagina gap…. TMI but you apple shapes get me.

I look in the mirror and feel genuinely happy, my own smile still shocks me sometimes when I see it. I’m no longer trying to convince myself that I love who I am, just blazing trails figuring out how to love and embrace me. Seeing the person in the mirror I’ve wanted to see for so long has everything to do with learning to love myself. Learning to let go of what was and rewrite my story. If you’re reading this and thinking about weight loss surgery, you need to do the mental work first and keep on doing it. This shit is H-A-R-D, the surgery is a tool it’s not the answer.

I’m letting myself live, believing I deserve it for the first time in a long time (maybe ever) and it’s fucking liberating!