30, 44, and Losing Part of Me

You’re probably wondering what the subject of this post is all about. Well, I will explain it all now. It’s probably not as exciting as you’d like for it to be!

30 – That’s how many pounds I am down now. Some of it has come off quickly, while some has taken it’s time. I’m excited about what’s been lost, and I can’t wait until I lose more. I know the process is slow, and it takes more time to take it off than it does to put it on, but I’m ready to hit another milestone in this journey. Baby steps to the finish line!  Thank you to all of you who are by my side, supporting me along the way!

44 – That’s how old I turned today. I don’t feel my age. I feel younger. I remember when I used to think 40 was old. I didn’t really dread my 40th birthday or cry over it. I didn’t feel like I was really going to be in my 40’s at that time. It’s hard for me to sometimes believe that I am the age that I am. Being in my 40’s isn’t bad at all. Yes, metabolism and other things have changed, but it is all part of becoming older and more mature. At least that’s what I keep telling myself! 🙂 Today I was told, “just wait until you’re in your 50’s, it doesn’t get any better.” Haha! I don’t even want to know what will happen then. For now, I’m going to enjoy my 44th year of life that God has given me. I know I will learn more than I already know, I will give my best,  and I know that I will experience things that I never have as well. I know that some of you don’t believe that I am 44 because you think I am younger, but I promise you, I was born in 1972!!!!

Losing part of me – Well, see, what happened was….. I had a minor medical procedure yesterday. I had a cyst under my right shoulder blade for as long as I can remember. It ruptured once, but it came back. I consulted with a surgeon a couple of weeks ago because it had gotten bigger and it had started to hurt. He agreed that it needed to be removed. So, I had my procedure with him yesterday morning. I was awake during the whole thing, and I did feel some pain. I let him know when I could feel what he was doing, and he’d inject more stuff into my back. It took a little longer than he anticipated for the removal, and it was bigger than what he thought. For some reason, when I have surgery, that seems to be the story of my life…always more than the Doctors/Surgeon had expected. I wanted to see the cyst, as he took it out as a whole, but it wasn’t anywhere to be seen when I was finally able to get up, move around, and look around. Yes, I’m weird like that. That stuff fascinates me. For some reason, I felt the urge to cry after the procedure was over and I was walking out to my car. I don’t know if it is because something that had been a part of me was gone after all of these years or if my body was just going through emotions from the procedure. I did manage to hold back the tears, but they were right there had I let them flow.

So, that’s it! Thank you to all of you who take the time to read my blog!! ❤