There are mornings, and they are always mornings, when I feel as if my gastric bypass results have all the ironic twists of the stories of the genie in the lamp. “You will get what you wish for… but here’s the twist.”
So–I wished to be thin. My wish was granted–but now I have to take ten or twelve supplements every morning and force down food along with them to keep them from hurting my stomach. Food that, for the first time in my life, I do not want.
I wished to be thin… my wish was granted–but guess what? I’m still 48 years old! My skin under all that fat had wrinkled, but there was nowhere for it to go… so I aged approximately 20 years in the last 2 and a half. It’s like going to bed as Baby Huey and waking up as the Crypt Keeper.
I wished to be thin… and got a job where I have to stay that way, as a flight attendant. Now, for the first time in my life, I HAVE to wear makeup. It’s like trying to paint a wrinkly little canvas every morning with eyes that have aged along with my body. Not easy…
I wished to be thin… and overall I am so incredibly happy with my decision. I love this new body and face, even if they could stand a good ironing (or irony…:)). But even the relentlessly positive like me need to get crabby every once in a while. And it’s the third day of a four-day trip that has lasted approximately forever, and it’s 4:45 in the morning, and I think I need another cup of coffee… gotta fly!
