How the Time Flies...

Well, it has been three months since my surgery and I can hardly believe it. This week I have spent some time reflecting on all of the events that have occurred since then... Holy moly, a lot sure does happen in a tiny bit of time. I feel great! I had my final doctor's visit this week, until further notice. It went expectedly well. Dr. Galante was very pleased with my outcome. He said my breasts look completely natural and perfect. This was no exaggeration either, the girls are even beginning to feel natural as well. Earlier today I took a peek at my before photos... Boy was that frightening, it is so crazy that I cannot even imagine myself without them now. That was, until I saw the evidence! Yikes.

There is one thing that I would like to mention and that is the fact that my scars have now become more visible. Several weeks back I know I sort of went off on some tangent about how fabulous they had turned out... Do not get me wrong, a scar is a scar and it was to be expected. I think I spoke a tad too soon, though. Now that my breasts have begun to settle, if you will, the scars are no longer located exactly in the crease under each breast. I suppose this is due to the decrease in swelling? The other noticeable difference is that the scars have become more prominent, meaning they are darker and raised from the skin.

Dr. Galante recommended I use cream or some sort of tape to decrease the visibility. Since our last meeting I have been applying Mederma on each of them. The directions state that one should apply the treatment 3-4 times daily for eight weeks. I'll keep ya posted on the outcome. Oh, how time flies. =)

Curiosity Killed The Cat

A few weeks back I ran into an old friend while out trail running. The reunion was warm and very delightful. He was with a new girlfriend that I had never met before. She was beautiful and seemed nice. We exchanged cell phone numbers and planned to meet sometime in the near future. It was extremely warm outside that day and therefore, I wore a cute sports bra. I had not seen my friend in several years and thought nothing about my new girls...

He called and we met up at the same place I saw him the week before. We enjoyed nice conversation and caught up on what we had missed in the past several years. Before long THE QUESTION was addressed, "So when did you get the puppies?" I was surprised, but not offended. I said, "oh, you noticed?" He was like um yes, hello... Like I would not notice. I told him and his very next question was, "did it HURT?"

His friend that I had met the week before is also planning to have the procedure and wanted him to ask me. She was too embarrassed to be present when he did so. I told him I would be more than happy to discuss anything with her. Like myself, in the beginning she was also feeling a tad apprehensive about the procedure. She is a Chicago police officer and plans to go back to work three weeks post-surgery and was wondering if this was do-able. She is not involved in any physical labor, but does wear a tight bullet-proof vest. I explained that the procedure is not as painful as it is uncomfortable. In those first few weeks wearing that vest is probably going to be a pain.

This was an interesting experience and I'm happy that I could answer her questions. Now, we have this unspoken - automatic bond that may turn into a new friendship. At first I thought someone would have to be pretty bold to ask such a question and I was not sure I would answer. But, this was an enlightening experience and I feel really good that I could help! Funny how situations can turn out much differently than you initially thought. =)

8 weeks Post Op.

Boy oh boy, does time fly. It seems like just yesterday, I was all wound up about not being able to lift weights or be 100% self-sufficient. That time came and went. I have been back in the gym lifting for about two weeks now and I feel fabulous. To my surprise I was able to maintain my strength and began lifting the weight I had before my six-week vacation. My muscles had time to recover and I'm sure they were shocked when I began to train them again. Thank goodness for muscle memory =)

What I will say is... I never realized that our chest muscles are such a main staple in the upper body. It never occurred to me that I would feel such rapid movement in that region during: back, biceps, triceps, and shoulder exercises. Holy Moly, I do. It is not that it hurts, but I am very aware of the fact that I now have foreign objects beneath my muscle tissue. I have been taking my time and have been extra cautious about my form. I definitely do not want to mess up my beautiful work.

I did try doing some push ups and I DO NOT recommend you try this at home. It was a little scary. I felt as if the Girls were going to fall right out. So I guess I better wait a few more months before I try that again. =) It feels so good to be back doing what I love!

Jealousy

One time or another, I think everyone has experienced some shade of green. As I get older I have begun to realize that jealousy is in fact a wasted emotion! Why would a person be jealous of another person for any reason? We all make choices and decisions that in fact lead us to the things we attain, the success we acquire, and the people we become. Since we are all capable of making choices and are free to choose our own way. It makes no sense then, to be jealous of anyone else for anything because if one wants something bad enough they can have it too! What people do not realize is that there is enough room for everyone to be successful and for everyone to achieve the things they want out of life. There is no law that says oh, since Sabrina got breast implants her Sister cannot. No. Anyone can have breast implants. Anyone can drive a fancy car. Anyone can make a million dollars. What all of this really comes down to is whether or not that individual is willing to do what it takes to get whatever it is that they want. I just feel like jealousy is a cop-out. Are you scared? Do you disagree? "It really is none of my business what you think of me," anyway.

But, if you are someone who is bothered by what someone else has — do something about it! If someone really wants something go out and get it and if not, don't. I could care less, but do not JUDGE me for the decisions that I make or the things that I have worked so hard to get. Own up to the things you want and make the sacrifices that it takes to get what you are jealous someone else has. Anything worth having in life takes some sacrifice and I assure you it was not free. Whatever you do... don't just sit there and wallow in your own misery. MAKE WHATEVER IT is HAPPEN! Peace.