Reminiscing....

It was great seeing my family on Saturday. It made me realize how strong and crazy the women in my family are. My cousin and his girl are having twins. WOW! They're so young too. Just looking at her belly reminded me of my first pregnancy with my daughter. I was an 18 yr old barely graduating from high school when I gave birth to her..... and JABBA. She was a pure blessing while JABBA was my curse. I guess my young body wasn't ready to expand enough for the size of a basketball. It looked like a nasty, wrinkly, deflated balloon. It's sad to be so young and have such a disgusting belly. I knew how to hide it pretty well but I was never able to wear clothing showing any part of my belly. I grew depressed and angry. Felt ugly. It felt like luggage that did not want to leave.

So I've lived with JABBA for 23 years. This unwanted relationship must come to an end. I told some of my family members about the appointment and they are very supportive. 17 days to the consultation. I'm counting the days.

Again, this weight thing is really confusing me. So I guess I'll just measure myself in inches instead. All I know is that after it is done, if I can touch my toes, sit upright and be able to wear pants that can zipper up without my shifting my belly back and forth like a water balloon, then I'm good.

I think I'll be set with my gigs. I notified my gigs about me having to be out for 2 weeks. As long as I can give them enough notice I'll be good. So now I can relax and just focus on my appointment, surgery and recovery. I will keep hoping all turns out well and I can finally get rid of JABBA for good.

Well until next time......