Why I didn't need to be freaking out QUITE so much
I had my second follow-up visit at the surgeon's office today. I spoke first with one of the registered dieticians there, followed by a consult with a nurse. According to both of them I am actually a little ahead of schedule with my weight loss to this point, which is a relief. I was feeling like my weight loss was slow, so hearing from 2 different medical professionals that I am a little ahead of expectations felt good.
I am going to address something now that is very personal and not for the squeamish, so if stuff of this nature is bothersome, stop reading here. (I know there is no such thing as a paragraph with less than 3 sentences, but this is less a paragraph and more a disclaimer.)
OK. In the last few weeks there have been issues with...poop. I am only writing about this because I know some readers might be considering their own weight-loss surgeries, and poop is something that will come up afterward. Or in some cases, it won't come up...or, come out. I had a week in which I experienced some, shall we say, irregularity, and during that same week I actually gained 2 pounds. And I freaked out, hardcore. Frantically, I printed out the huge document given to me on CD at my last pre-op visit and found the section on "Constipation and Diarrhea" (I know, appealing, yes?) and found that both conditions are common and somewhat normal after weight loss surgery. It makes sense. Patients are not consuming nearly as much as before, and during the all-liquid phase, loose bowel movements are common. Once the puree' phase begins, the other end of the poop spectrum can happen, and with so little food going in, it can take time for a bowel movement to happen, and it can be reluctant when it does. Fortunately, there are ways to get things to balance themselves out, including probiotics, either in yogurt or as a supplement. The pounds I gained that week are gone, and they took a few of their friends with them, so that is also a relief. That week may have been my first plateau following surgery. Anyway, my weight loss seems to have resumed, at least for now, knock wood and Lord willing.
I am 1/3 of the way to goal weight. I lost a good bit of that prior to surgery, but still, this is an accomplishment to be excited about! And I am. I am also obsessive and impatient, fearing that I am not doing well enough. Old demons die hard, and those feelings of "not-good-enough-ness" will be difficult for me to shake, especially regarding something I have tried and failed at so many times. Surgery is a wonderful tool, but it's not a magic bullet, and it's not a quick fix. It's a tool...something I use to make the work a little easier and more efficient, not something that does all the work for me.
At my next doctor visit we will develop my formal exercise program, but today the nurse gave me some exercises for people with joint pain. I still have some joint issues, but I do think that the weight loss to this point has helped, and I am hopeful that further loss will help more. My energy is still not what I'd like it to be, but I think a lot of factors contribute to that. June where I live was one of the hottest on record, with many days topping the 100-degree mark, and heat like that makes me feel like a limp dish rag. Most days now we are in the 90's with about 1000% humidity. Blech. Plus, there are some sad emotional anniversaries this time of year and those things affect me. I am a sensitive Diva, after all. The document I printed from the doctor also said that some people experience a spike in depression following surgery, and I think that I have experienced that spike. Not an all-consuming, miserable depression, just sort of a bluer, more moody kind of feeling. As that fog lifts, and more pounds drop off, I feel sure that my energy will improve.
Knock wood and Lord willing!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Frequently Asked Questions
Because, apparently, inquring minds want to know
Since my return to the workplace following my surgery, I've had people asking a lot of questions about my operation, how I've gotten along with recovery and other miscellaneous things. So I thought I would take a moment and address some of those questions and answers here in case anyone else was curious about this process, and my progress with it.
1. How are you feeling?
Pretty decent most of the time, considering the extent and invasiveness of my particular procedure. I am a month out from surgery and my incisions are all healed. I still have some internal soreness, especially around/behind my belly button right now, which may be normal. I have an appointment with my surgeon soon and I'll be asking about that for sure, among other things. I don't have a ton of energy yet, but I am hoping that will improve with time.
2. What can you eat/what have you been eating?
For the first 4 weeks it was all liquids, but I have within the last couple of days graduated to the "puree' phase", which means that I can now add mashed beans and fish to my intake, as well as some yogurt and peanut butter. (I could add eggs and cottage cheese, but I hate them so, thanks, but no thanks.) It is still all protein foods, so I am still consuming a lot of the high-protein liquid supplements from the doctor to make sure I get enough protein, or at least, nearly enough protein, each day. After 4 weeks of liquid diet, I have never been so excited about mashed beans or fish in my life!
3. Do you get hungry?
Yes...and no. I can tell when my stomach is empty and I need to put something into it, and since I can only consume limited amounts, that emptiness happens more frequently and I need to eat more often. But as far as just thinking, "Oh, I'd like to get a bite to eat", not really. Frankly, right now, eating is an effort and I have to remind myself to do it. And that is totally strange.
4. Do you get cravings?
Not really. I mean, I remember the things I loved to eat before, but the thought of them doesn't really stimulate my appetite, and in some cases I get a little queasy thinking about them. As I mentioned before, eating now is an effort, so it's really just about sustaining myself.
5. What exactly did they do to you/how much did they cut you up?
My surgery was laparoscopic, so I have 7 small incisions, sort of in the shape of a smiley face. (Yes, it is weird.) The "eyes" were where the surgeon inserted some instruments. The center of the "smile" is a vertical incision where the camera was placed so my insides were visible and my surgeon could see what he was doing. On either side of that incision, there are 2 horizontal incisions where various other stuff happened, including possibly more instruments and one where the removed portion of my stomach was pulled out. I know, right? Gnarly. I hope there are pictures of my insides that I can see, because medical stuff fascinates me.
6. Is your weight loss on schedule?
I'm really not sure, to be honest. That's another question I'll have at my next visit. I want to lose quickly enough to stay encouraged, but not so fast that I end up with health problems because of too-rapid shrinkage. If I follow doctor's orders and my food and exercise plans, I can expect to get rid of 75-80% of my excess weight by the end of the first year. Including the weight I lost prior to surgery, I am 1/3 of the way to my goal, which is great. Surgery is not a magic bullet or a quick fix. It is simply a tool, often a really effective one, to assist in major and lasting weight loss. I still have to do the work. Surgery just makes the work a little easier, in some ways. I am expending more effort in other areas, such as making sure I consume enough, and enough of the right things.
These have been the most-asked questions, and these are the best answers I can come up with for them. As I travel farther down this path, I'll learn more, know more and I hope that, once I do, I can pass along what I've learned to someone else who is starting the journey. I am certainly grateful to those ahead of me who have shared their experiences and tips with me to make my journey easier. Paying that forward will be an honor and a privilege, and another way I can serve God by serving another person along the path.
Since my return to the workplace following my surgery, I've had people asking a lot of questions about my operation, how I've gotten along with recovery and other miscellaneous things. So I thought I would take a moment and address some of those questions and answers here in case anyone else was curious about this process, and my progress with it.
1. How are you feeling?
Pretty decent most of the time, considering the extent and invasiveness of my particular procedure. I am a month out from surgery and my incisions are all healed. I still have some internal soreness, especially around/behind my belly button right now, which may be normal. I have an appointment with my surgeon soon and I'll be asking about that for sure, among other things. I don't have a ton of energy yet, but I am hoping that will improve with time.
2. What can you eat/what have you been eating?
For the first 4 weeks it was all liquids, but I have within the last couple of days graduated to the "puree' phase", which means that I can now add mashed beans and fish to my intake, as well as some yogurt and peanut butter. (I could add eggs and cottage cheese, but I hate them so, thanks, but no thanks.) It is still all protein foods, so I am still consuming a lot of the high-protein liquid supplements from the doctor to make sure I get enough protein, or at least, nearly enough protein, each day. After 4 weeks of liquid diet, I have never been so excited about mashed beans or fish in my life!
3. Do you get hungry?
Yes...and no. I can tell when my stomach is empty and I need to put something into it, and since I can only consume limited amounts, that emptiness happens more frequently and I need to eat more often. But as far as just thinking, "Oh, I'd like to get a bite to eat", not really. Frankly, right now, eating is an effort and I have to remind myself to do it. And that is totally strange.
4. Do you get cravings?
Not really. I mean, I remember the things I loved to eat before, but the thought of them doesn't really stimulate my appetite, and in some cases I get a little queasy thinking about them. As I mentioned before, eating now is an effort, so it's really just about sustaining myself.
5. What exactly did they do to you/how much did they cut you up?
My surgery was laparoscopic, so I have 7 small incisions, sort of in the shape of a smiley face. (Yes, it is weird.) The "eyes" were where the surgeon inserted some instruments. The center of the "smile" is a vertical incision where the camera was placed so my insides were visible and my surgeon could see what he was doing. On either side of that incision, there are 2 horizontal incisions where various other stuff happened, including possibly more instruments and one where the removed portion of my stomach was pulled out. I know, right? Gnarly. I hope there are pictures of my insides that I can see, because medical stuff fascinates me.
6. Is your weight loss on schedule?
I'm really not sure, to be honest. That's another question I'll have at my next visit. I want to lose quickly enough to stay encouraged, but not so fast that I end up with health problems because of too-rapid shrinkage. If I follow doctor's orders and my food and exercise plans, I can expect to get rid of 75-80% of my excess weight by the end of the first year. Including the weight I lost prior to surgery, I am 1/3 of the way to my goal, which is great. Surgery is not a magic bullet or a quick fix. It is simply a tool, often a really effective one, to assist in major and lasting weight loss. I still have to do the work. Surgery just makes the work a little easier, in some ways. I am expending more effort in other areas, such as making sure I consume enough, and enough of the right things.
These have been the most-asked questions, and these are the best answers I can come up with for them. As I travel farther down this path, I'll learn more, know more and I hope that, once I do, I can pass along what I've learned to someone else who is starting the journey. I am certainly grateful to those ahead of me who have shared their experiences and tips with me to make my journey easier. Paying that forward will be an honor and a privilege, and another way I can serve God by serving another person along the path.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Random Information About The Shrinking Diva...
...for anyone who wants to know
(Taken from another note I posted elsewhere)
I've been married since June 21, 1986 to The Hubs
Since 1988, I've worked in radio/television
I may be the only person left on the planet with no tattoos (actually The Hubs isn't inked, either) although Our Boy Roy (the dog) has a tattoo and a microchip from the shelter
I do have 5 ear piercings (3 left, 2 right) all done by my Aunt Ruby with a sewing machine needle
I also have some scars from operations, including 7 neat little ones from my latest surgical adventure,which may be the reason I feel no need to get tattooed
Speaking in public does not scare me, but singing still gives me a little stagefright, depending on the audience
I love the fact that my extended family can come up with words like "decrapidated" (Aunt Martha)
I have more family in Heaven now than I have here, but their love and their memories live with me every day
Anything good in my life is due to God's grace---the bad stuff is due to me screwing things up
I collect ugly neckties (the uglier the better!), as well as old hymnals, Bibles and figurines of dogs, pigs and angels
I believe that friends are the family we choose for ourselves
I'll never stop missing Mama
(Taken from another note I posted elsewhere)
I've been married since June 21, 1986 to The Hubs
Since 1988, I've worked in radio/television
I may be the only person left on the planet with no tattoos (actually The Hubs isn't inked, either) although Our Boy Roy (the dog) has a tattoo and a microchip from the shelter
I do have 5 ear piercings (3 left, 2 right) all done by my Aunt Ruby with a sewing machine needle
I also have some scars from operations, including 7 neat little ones from my latest surgical adventure,which may be the reason I feel no need to get tattooed
Speaking in public does not scare me, but singing still gives me a little stagefright, depending on the audience
I love the fact that my extended family can come up with words like "decrapidated" (Aunt Martha)
I have more family in Heaven now than I have here, but their love and their memories live with me every day
Anything good in my life is due to God's grace---the bad stuff is due to me screwing things up
I collect ugly neckties (the uglier the better!), as well as old hymnals, Bibles and figurines of dogs, pigs and angels
I believe that friends are the family we choose for ourselves
I'll never stop missing Mama
Monday, July 2, 2012
Turning 70
In honor of Mama's 73rd birthday, I am sharing a note that I wrote on Facebook 3 years ago. I hope it gives the reader a little insight into who she was, why she was special, and why I hope I inherited some of her more memorable traits. I miss her every day, and I hope she'd be proud of some of the things I've been up to.
This July 4, my sweet (and sometimes spicy!) Mama would be turning 70. She died on Demember 8, 1997 at about 2:40 in the morning. I was with her all that last long day that she lived, during most of which she was in the "agonal stage" of dying, I have since learned. And that night, when Dad came to the hospital thinking he was relieving me so I could go home, I stayed on because I felt sure she would not survive the night and I didn't want to leave.
Mama was not the first loved one for whose death I was present. When one of my Uncle Johns passed away, (I was blessed with 2 Uncle Johns in my family) I was with my cousins and Aunt Ruby, who so generously included me in the final moments of his time on earth. I have found that the experience of watching a loved one die is life-changing and, for me, a sacred moment. As difficult as it is to lose someone I've loved, I have been aware that I was watching them go to be with God. And with each person I've seen begin that journey to heaven (Uncle John, then Mama, and then Pop-In-Law and Mom-In-Law) I loved them deeply and hoped that when it's my turn to go, someone is with me who loves me just as much.
My Mama was like no one else, strong but tender, independent but hated being alone, quick to fly off the handle but also quick to apologize. Full of contradictions, complexities and compassion, she spent the biggest part of her life taking care of other people. She was a rebellious spirit but also a woman of great faith in Jesus. Mama was not always concerned about being very well-read, but she had the most sense about people of anyone I've ever met and could smell BS a mile away...and had a very low tolerance for it. She always made our friends feel welcome in our home and could carry on a fun, thought-provoking conversation with anyone (provided they were not spewing the aforementioned BS.) She lived and loved with her whole heart and died way too early.
I always tell people that her July 4 birthday suited her perfectly because she was a real firecracker. Even though she's gone from this world and my daily, physical life, she is always with me and gives me gifts every day. Sometimes now, my laughter sounds like hers, and it's like the music of the ages bubbling up from me and her and all the women of our family. I'll never outgrow the reality that when I am in trouble or sadness or pain, I still want my Mama.
This July 4, my sweet (and sometimes spicy!) Mama would be turning 70. She died on Demember 8, 1997 at about 2:40 in the morning. I was with her all that last long day that she lived, during most of which she was in the "agonal stage" of dying, I have since learned. And that night, when Dad came to the hospital thinking he was relieving me so I could go home, I stayed on because I felt sure she would not survive the night and I didn't want to leave.
Mama was not the first loved one for whose death I was present. When one of my Uncle Johns passed away, (I was blessed with 2 Uncle Johns in my family) I was with my cousins and Aunt Ruby, who so generously included me in the final moments of his time on earth. I have found that the experience of watching a loved one die is life-changing and, for me, a sacred moment. As difficult as it is to lose someone I've loved, I have been aware that I was watching them go to be with God. And with each person I've seen begin that journey to heaven (Uncle John, then Mama, and then Pop-In-Law and Mom-In-Law) I loved them deeply and hoped that when it's my turn to go, someone is with me who loves me just as much.
My Mama was like no one else, strong but tender, independent but hated being alone, quick to fly off the handle but also quick to apologize. Full of contradictions, complexities and compassion, she spent the biggest part of her life taking care of other people. She was a rebellious spirit but also a woman of great faith in Jesus. Mama was not always concerned about being very well-read, but she had the most sense about people of anyone I've ever met and could smell BS a mile away...and had a very low tolerance for it. She always made our friends feel welcome in our home and could carry on a fun, thought-provoking conversation with anyone (provided they were not spewing the aforementioned BS.) She lived and loved with her whole heart and died way too early.
I always tell people that her July 4 birthday suited her perfectly because she was a real firecracker. Even though she's gone from this world and my daily, physical life, she is always with me and gives me gifts every day. Sometimes now, my laughter sounds like hers, and it's like the music of the ages bubbling up from me and her and all the women of our family. I'll never outgrow the reality that when I am in trouble or sadness or pain, I still want my Mama.
The Ever-Changing Never-Changing
Why losing weight won't solve every problem
Yesterday I caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length glass door as I was walking to enter a building. What I noticed, aside from wicked humidity hair, was how big my jeans looked on my body. I am only down about 20 pounds since my surgery, so the sight of my pants swirling around my legs was a surprise. Still, progress is progress, however slow it might feel. At my next appointment with my surgeon I need to ask him what his expectations are as far as the pace of my weight loss. If I lose the weight too slowly I could get discouraged and lose momentum. If I lose too much too quickly, I know it can lead to some health problems. If I wanted health problems I would not have bothered with surgery in the first place!
Flash forward to this morning when I awoke with a THUNDERING headache. As I have written about in earlier blogs, I have been a headache sufferer for as long as I can remember, with migraines starting around puberty. Unfortunately, my headaches are an issue that weight loss most likely will not resolve. I am not a doctor and I don't pretend to have any special knowledge about the headache phenomenon other than my own experience, but I suspect that headaches are not going to go away as my size decreases. I don't expect them to. I don't recall any research that makes a correlation between weight and headaches. And as much research as I have done over the years I surely would have found it.
So, as much of my body changes, parts of it will not. As much of my body changes, some things in my thinking will also change. And they need to. A book given to me by a dear friend and fellow traveler along the weight loss path deals a lot with our self-talk and how important it is for us to discard the old, negative thinking and replace it with self-encouragement. The world in general is not all that friendly to plus size people, and for many of us, that unfriendliness begins early in life. Years of scripts run through our minds and try to sabotage our efforts at change...the voices of those who have seen us fail at weight loss saying that we are bound to fail again because failure is all we've ever known...that we can't change.
Yes, we can. We CAN change. Can I change my headaches? Maybe not. Can I change my body? That is why I opted to pursue weight loss surgery. Can I change my thinking? With effort and dedication, you bet I can. I am staking my health and my future on it.
Yesterday I caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length glass door as I was walking to enter a building. What I noticed, aside from wicked humidity hair, was how big my jeans looked on my body. I am only down about 20 pounds since my surgery, so the sight of my pants swirling around my legs was a surprise. Still, progress is progress, however slow it might feel. At my next appointment with my surgeon I need to ask him what his expectations are as far as the pace of my weight loss. If I lose the weight too slowly I could get discouraged and lose momentum. If I lose too much too quickly, I know it can lead to some health problems. If I wanted health problems I would not have bothered with surgery in the first place!
Flash forward to this morning when I awoke with a THUNDERING headache. As I have written about in earlier blogs, I have been a headache sufferer for as long as I can remember, with migraines starting around puberty. Unfortunately, my headaches are an issue that weight loss most likely will not resolve. I am not a doctor and I don't pretend to have any special knowledge about the headache phenomenon other than my own experience, but I suspect that headaches are not going to go away as my size decreases. I don't expect them to. I don't recall any research that makes a correlation between weight and headaches. And as much research as I have done over the years I surely would have found it.
So, as much of my body changes, parts of it will not. As much of my body changes, some things in my thinking will also change. And they need to. A book given to me by a dear friend and fellow traveler along the weight loss path deals a lot with our self-talk and how important it is for us to discard the old, negative thinking and replace it with self-encouragement. The world in general is not all that friendly to plus size people, and for many of us, that unfriendliness begins early in life. Years of scripts run through our minds and try to sabotage our efforts at change...the voices of those who have seen us fail at weight loss saying that we are bound to fail again because failure is all we've ever known...that we can't change.
Yes, we can. We CAN change. Can I change my headaches? Maybe not. Can I change my body? That is why I opted to pursue weight loss surgery. Can I change my thinking? With effort and dedication, you bet I can. I am staking my health and my future on it.
Monday, June 18, 2012
By Way of Explanation
How the Blog Got Her Name
I started thinking recently that some people might find the name of my blog a little self-indulgent, or even pompous. So I wanted to break it down and give a little insight into why I chose the name I chose. After all, everything has a reason.
"Shrinking" obviously refers to the weight loss part of the journey, the biggest single impetus I had for starting the blog in the first place. My size and shape, and my feelings about my size and shape, have been a huge force in my life for about as long as I can remember. In writing about those issues here, as well as chronicling my shrinkage in writing, I hope to put some of my demons to rest and maybe even help some other woman somewhere to feel better about her own body.
"Diva" is a nickname I have had for-pretty-much-ever. The Italian definition for the word is "goddess", which I know I am definitely NOT. The American slang meaning for Diva is more a reference to a performer, particularly in the opera world, who can be challenging to work with but has undeniable chops. I strive to be easy to work with, at least in the musical arena of my life, but I also strive to maintain the musical chops and voice that God gave me.
"Incredible" is the part I thought might give some people pause. It's not that I am incredible, because I'm not. And while losing weight may feel incredible to me, it's really not all that miraculous for everyone. The incredible part is the wonderful things God is allowing me to learn and to experience, in part through the weight loss journey and in part through the rest of my life. There is a lot more to my life and my world than just weight-loss surgery. The unit of Clinical Pastoral Education I took part in this past winter and spring did way more to change me than losing weight will do. God allowed me to take part in some incredible things in that 6 months, wonderful, tragic, humbling, heartbreaking experiences that have left me changed.
My first night on call at the hospital I got to baptize a beautiful, healthy 3-day-old baby boy. This was unusual for a few reasons. First of all, I was called to the mother and baby's room in the wee hours of the morning. Secondly, I went there straight from a trauma downstairs. Thirdly, when a chaplain is called to baptize an infant, it is usually because the infant has either died or is expected to die shortly. My opportunity to baptize a healthy baby who was about to go home the next day with his mother was nothing short of...incredible!
As I continue to write these blog entries, I will write about the Shrinking Diva parts of my life, but I also hope to share more of the Incredible as well. I'm not incredible. What God is doing in my life is. And THAT is worth sharing.
I started thinking recently that some people might find the name of my blog a little self-indulgent, or even pompous. So I wanted to break it down and give a little insight into why I chose the name I chose. After all, everything has a reason.
"Shrinking" obviously refers to the weight loss part of the journey, the biggest single impetus I had for starting the blog in the first place. My size and shape, and my feelings about my size and shape, have been a huge force in my life for about as long as I can remember. In writing about those issues here, as well as chronicling my shrinkage in writing, I hope to put some of my demons to rest and maybe even help some other woman somewhere to feel better about her own body.
"Diva" is a nickname I have had for-pretty-much-ever. The Italian definition for the word is "goddess", which I know I am definitely NOT. The American slang meaning for Diva is more a reference to a performer, particularly in the opera world, who can be challenging to work with but has undeniable chops. I strive to be easy to work with, at least in the musical arena of my life, but I also strive to maintain the musical chops and voice that God gave me.
"Incredible" is the part I thought might give some people pause. It's not that I am incredible, because I'm not. And while losing weight may feel incredible to me, it's really not all that miraculous for everyone. The incredible part is the wonderful things God is allowing me to learn and to experience, in part through the weight loss journey and in part through the rest of my life. There is a lot more to my life and my world than just weight-loss surgery. The unit of Clinical Pastoral Education I took part in this past winter and spring did way more to change me than losing weight will do. God allowed me to take part in some incredible things in that 6 months, wonderful, tragic, humbling, heartbreaking experiences that have left me changed.
My first night on call at the hospital I got to baptize a beautiful, healthy 3-day-old baby boy. This was unusual for a few reasons. First of all, I was called to the mother and baby's room in the wee hours of the morning. Secondly, I went there straight from a trauma downstairs. Thirdly, when a chaplain is called to baptize an infant, it is usually because the infant has either died or is expected to die shortly. My opportunity to baptize a healthy baby who was about to go home the next day with his mother was nothing short of...incredible!
As I continue to write these blog entries, I will write about the Shrinking Diva parts of my life, but I also hope to share more of the Incredible as well. I'm not incredible. What God is doing in my life is. And THAT is worth sharing.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Gravity Is Not My Friend...
...why what goes up needs to STAY there
Recovery from surgery has been going really well, knock wood and Lord willing. Some soreness, some back pain, little annoyances all, but I am doing great for just a week and 2 days out from surgery. However, in the spirit of full disclosure I must say that in addition to dealing not only with the issues specific to recovering from weight-loss surgery and surgery in general, I spotted a new-old nemesis yesterday.
The big, black, bristly Chin Whisker. A relative of The Humility Pimple referred to in a previous post.
This hair used to live happily among my eyebrows, framing my face and giving added expression and zest to my communications, verbal and otherwise. My eyebrows used to be lush, thick and jet black. I actually had the nerve to complain about having too much eyebrow hair. I am learning now that it is much easier, regarding eyebrows, to have too much to work with.
I used to hear middle-aged women in my family talk about how "things fall down" as we get older. Chests drop and droop, fannies sink, and cheeks become jowly. I always knew these changes were awaiting me as I approached a "certain age". They never told me that gravity would apply to my hair as well! Such an indignity! The lush, black hair that used to adorn the top of my head and those abundant eyebrows of mine has started appearing on my upper lip and chin. This is not the nicest kind of surprise for a woman to discover.
Is there a kind of hair transplant for eyebrows that could restore mine to their former glory? I know there are removal methods for the facial hair that we don't want, and I've experimented with some of those. It seems sad to remove hair from one place when I need it in another...like I am wasting hair somehow.
We live in a culture that embraces a very narrow standard of beauty, both in the literal narrowness of a woman's waist and hips, and the broader narrowness, if you will, of the images were are subjected to/ bombarded with, depicting the feminine American ideal. That ideal does not include mustaches and beards on female faces. If I lived someplace else, someplace more forgiving, maybe the Chin Whisker would not bother me as much as it does. But I live in the good old US of A, the breadbasket of the world (just don't eat too much of that bread), the place where the slightest imperfection is noticed and scrutinized. So Mr. Whisker gets tweezed, while the eyebrows get filled in with a little extra color. That deals with the perverse irony of thinning and misplaced hair. I will save the rant about grey for another post!
We are now giddy with anticipation, aren't we?!
Recovery from surgery has been going really well, knock wood and Lord willing. Some soreness, some back pain, little annoyances all, but I am doing great for just a week and 2 days out from surgery. However, in the spirit of full disclosure I must say that in addition to dealing not only with the issues specific to recovering from weight-loss surgery and surgery in general, I spotted a new-old nemesis yesterday.
The big, black, bristly Chin Whisker. A relative of The Humility Pimple referred to in a previous post.
This hair used to live happily among my eyebrows, framing my face and giving added expression and zest to my communications, verbal and otherwise. My eyebrows used to be lush, thick and jet black. I actually had the nerve to complain about having too much eyebrow hair. I am learning now that it is much easier, regarding eyebrows, to have too much to work with.
I used to hear middle-aged women in my family talk about how "things fall down" as we get older. Chests drop and droop, fannies sink, and cheeks become jowly. I always knew these changes were awaiting me as I approached a "certain age". They never told me that gravity would apply to my hair as well! Such an indignity! The lush, black hair that used to adorn the top of my head and those abundant eyebrows of mine has started appearing on my upper lip and chin. This is not the nicest kind of surprise for a woman to discover.
Is there a kind of hair transplant for eyebrows that could restore mine to their former glory? I know there are removal methods for the facial hair that we don't want, and I've experimented with some of those. It seems sad to remove hair from one place when I need it in another...like I am wasting hair somehow.
We live in a culture that embraces a very narrow standard of beauty, both in the literal narrowness of a woman's waist and hips, and the broader narrowness, if you will, of the images were are subjected to/ bombarded with, depicting the feminine American ideal. That ideal does not include mustaches and beards on female faces. If I lived someplace else, someplace more forgiving, maybe the Chin Whisker would not bother me as much as it does. But I live in the good old US of A, the breadbasket of the world (just don't eat too much of that bread), the place where the slightest imperfection is noticed and scrutinized. So Mr. Whisker gets tweezed, while the eyebrows get filled in with a little extra color. That deals with the perverse irony of thinning and misplaced hair. I will save the rant about grey for another post!
We are now giddy with anticipation, aren't we?!
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