Today is my anniversary.
Not my wedding anniversary. My “sleeve-a-versary”. For those of you unfamiliar with a “sleeve-a-versary” it’s the anniversary of the day I had Gastric Sleeve surgery – weight loss surgery.
It was three years ago today. September 9, 2015.
This is a big deal to me. I’ve lost 93 pounds. That far surpassed what I, or my doctor, thought I would be able to do. And I’ve kept it off. Truly the hardest part.
It’s a big deal to me. Not to anybody else. Not a soul remembered. No one sent flowers. No one sent balloons. Not one person said, “Hey, it’s been three years! You’ve kept the weight off! I’m so proud of you!” I’ll be honest. I wish someone had. Even just one person. When things matter to us there’s something inside of us that wants them to matter to other people, too.
But, for some of us, that’s how we got there in the first place, isn’t it? Waiting for others’ validation… waiting for someone else to make us happy… recognition we think we deserved… instead we ate our way through our feelings. (Or maybe shopped our way, or drank our way or worked our way…pick your poison.)
Sometimes you have to be your own cheerleader. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself who you are – who you did things for – why you did things.
Three years ago God gave me a new life. Not the first time He’s done that. He wasn’t obligated to do that again, but in His grace He did.
So, today I’m celebrating my “sleeve-a-versary”! Three years of a new life, gifted by God, fought for gratefully by Ronnie!