I’m beginning to feel like a pro. Wash all the clothes, clean
the house, take out button up and zip up clothes (because I won’t be able to
reach over my head), pick up my toddler all day (because I won’t be able to do
that again for a few weeks) and prep him for mommy recovery again (he is not
happy about it and threatened to punch the doctor’s for giving me boo-boos).
Before I take my shower tonight I’ll take one last picture of my foobs before I
get my fipples. The way my oncology gyno explained it is that he will pretty
much do origami with my scar tissue and create semi erect fipples. In order for
them to be even, my surgeon will do a freast lift, which means now I will be EXTRA perky.
Still it will be a couple of more months before Toya the Remix is complete and I finally get my areolas tattooed. As prepared as I feel, because of course I’ve done the research, I still get nervous about going under. And while I know the pain will be minimal compared to last time, I hate pain and pain meds and being limited physically. I know it’s temporary. I know it’s worth it, but I still get nervous. Who wouldn’t? And I’m still looking forward to spring when I will be healed much more internally so that I really get back in to my fitness. I mean what do I look like with a flat stomach, perky foobs, but jiggly arms and a flat ass??? And no, this is not me putting myself down. I have loved my body through all its stages, but since I found out I need more stomach fat in order to have these nice breasts, I had to go through some major changes. Prior to all of this I was killing it at boot camp. I felt strong, powerful, I had some cut in my arms and my backside was getting good and round from thousands of squats. I tried it few weeks ago and I was filled with adrenaline as I pounded the medicine ball to the floor, and did jump squats and planks (I used to do 1 minute, now it’s like 15 seconds). But two days later I was almost incapacitated at work, abs were sore, the muscles underneath my boobs were sore, okay no sore, straight hurting. I had to quit. Okay, not quit, but postpone until 2016.
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| I know it seems painful, But I have no sensation in my freasts |
Still it will be a couple of more months before Toya the Remix is complete and I finally get my areolas tattooed. As prepared as I feel, because of course I’ve done the research, I still get nervous about going under. And while I know the pain will be minimal compared to last time, I hate pain and pain meds and being limited physically. I know it’s temporary. I know it’s worth it, but I still get nervous. Who wouldn’t? And I’m still looking forward to spring when I will be healed much more internally so that I really get back in to my fitness. I mean what do I look like with a flat stomach, perky foobs, but jiggly arms and a flat ass??? And no, this is not me putting myself down. I have loved my body through all its stages, but since I found out I need more stomach fat in order to have these nice breasts, I had to go through some major changes. Prior to all of this I was killing it at boot camp. I felt strong, powerful, I had some cut in my arms and my backside was getting good and round from thousands of squats. I tried it few weeks ago and I was filled with adrenaline as I pounded the medicine ball to the floor, and did jump squats and planks (I used to do 1 minute, now it’s like 15 seconds). But two days later I was almost incapacitated at work, abs were sore, the muscles underneath my boobs were sore, okay no sore, straight hurting. I had to quit. Okay, not quit, but postpone until 2016.
I know I’m powerful,
I’m still here. But I cannot wait to get back to being the weight lifting beast
I was becoming last year around this time!
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| Storm- a friend gave me a little statue of her to help me weather "The Storm" |
But wait is exactly what I have to
do. Tomorrow I check in at 6:00 am signing
off. Later folks
You and your family are in my prayers. Wishing you a successful surgery and quick recovery. ❤🙏💞🙏
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