The Difference

I step on the scale. 235. Step off. Sigh. Same weight as yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.

I have apparently hit what the bariatric surgery world calls a stall. Different than a plateau because it's shorter, only lasting a week or two. But frustrating none the less.

The ironic thing is, so many people have commented on my disappearing act this week. Perhaps it's inches instead of pounds which is still good....but....It's funny how a number, as insignificant as it may be, can give your spirit a lift every day. Just that smidgen of encouragement you need to go on.

I'm not sure how to react to the comments either. Comments such as:

"I don't even recognize you!"
(How do you know you are talking to the right person then???)
"You look like a completely different person!"
(Like who? Can I be Ashley Judd?)
"You must feel like a whole new woman!"

Truly? No. Well, I mean yes, I feel good. I feel great in fact. But a completely different person?

I know, I know, what am I complaining about? These are friends who are loving on me. And if any of you reading this has said these things to me, please don't feel bad. I love you for it. But it's just odd to hear. And I never know quite how to respond.

This is how I usually respond: I look in the mirror. Yep that's me.

Brown hair with more gray than I care to think about at the moment?
Blue eyes?
My mom's nose?
Nice big arms. Big legs. Good child-birthing hips?
Check. Check. Check

I say to the mirror, "well you look like Dana." and then I think, you sound like Dana too.

But in truth, there are differences. Many. Mainly internal. Mostly unseeable. If that's even a word. I don't think it is, I see a red line....

Like I kind of feel pretty.

And I no longer feel like a Macy's Day Parade float.

And I actually want to go for a walk instead of laying around watching The Top-Secret Recently Opened Never Before Seen Undocumented Footage of Area 51 UFO Files for the 16th time in a month.

What?? The cooking channel was showing Emeril. Not a fan. No baby, give me Tyler Florence or Paula Deen or a Bobby Flay Throw Down any day...

So, that said. I am different. Not yet completely different. Or a whole new different. But well on my way.

Perhaps one day my eyes will see what it is you see.


  1. Ah, my dear, I'm so proud of you!! What risk/guts it took for you to even take on the surgery and then to follow all that you have to do - I don't know if I would have had the courage to do what you did. You are doing great!! Hang in there!! And forgive our comments!


  2. Never having clapped eyes on you, I must say that your beauty shines out from just about every word you write. I hope you can see it soon too!

    Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah! Da-na kicks butt, yah yah yah!

    That's my pathetic attempt to cheer you on. I never made the squad as you likely guessed.

    Good night.

  3. Linda,
    Thank you so much for the encouragement! I don't mean to sound ungrateful! I truly appreciate everyone's love!!!

    Did you not know I have another blog? Check out the link on the side called Before the Fat Lady Sings. There are pics on there somewhere, albeit blurry ones.

    Hey, and thanks for the cheer! I never would have guessed!

    I visit your boys every day...I love hearing your voice on the videos...I've called you a couple of times. In other words hon, I SOOOOO miss you too!


and remember, words are my love language...