The Sign I Couldn’t Ignore

In 2019, I finally decided to take control of my weight—really take control. I had tried counting calories. I had tried Tabata classes that left me breathless in all the wrong ways. Nothing stuck.

Our doctor had recommended bariatric surgery before, but it wasn’t until my ex-husband’s coworker began the process—and his stepmom shared her own experience—that it felt like more than a suggestion. It felt like a sign. A nudge from the universe that said: it’s time.

So I listened.


Sleeve, Not Bypass

At my consultation, the bariatric specialist explained the two primary options: Roux-en-Y gastric bypass and the gastric sleeve.

  • Roux-en-Y involves rerouting part of the small intestine and creating a smaller stomach pouch. It’s effective, but more invasive and comes with greater risk of long-term complications.
  • Gastric sleeve (sleeve gastrectomy) removes about 80% of the stomach, reducing its size and limiting food intake, while leaving the intestines intact. Simpler. Slightly safer. Still life-changing.

I chose the sleeve.

Of course, insurance made me jump through hoops first: a 6-month supervised weight loss program, nutrition classes, exercise routines, therapy sessions—and a 10-pound loss on my own. I managed to check most of those boxes just before the world shut down in 2020. 🌍

Disney Cruise – Disney Fantasy | Jan. 2020

Life After Surgery

Surgery day finally arrived in July 2020. I weighed 330 pounds.

Over the next year and a half, I committed to the post-op lifestyle—and it paid off. I dropped to 180 pounds, a number I hadn’t seen in over a decade.

Traverse City State Hospital – June 2021 (haunted, like me)

But life doesn’t wait for you to feel stable.

A miscarriage.
A divorce.
Two pregnancies.

Grief doesn’t care about your macros. Stress doesn’t track your progress. The reel kept rolling, whether I was ready for the next scene or not. Slowly, the weight crept back. I hit 220. It was disheartening—but not the end of the story. 🛤️

Frontier Days – Charlotte, MI | Sep. 2024 (where small-town magic meets cowboy boots)

Zepbound and a Second Wind

Enter Zepbound, a GLP-1 medication (glucagon-like peptide-1 receptor agonist) that helps regulate hunger and insulin response. Not magic—but momentum. With it, and a renewed sense of self, I found my way back to 180.


The Skin I Shed

Then came something that changed more than just my shape: a panniculectomy.

For those unfamiliar, a panniculectomy is a surgical procedure that removes the pannus—the apron of excess skin that hangs from the lower abdomen after significant weight loss. It’s often confused with a tummy tuck, but unlike the cosmetic version, this one is medically necessary.

For me, it was more than medical. It was ritual. A cutting away of what no longer served me. I didn’t just feel lighter. I felt unbound—like I’d shed a cursed cloak that had been stitched to me for years. For the first time in forever, I wasn’t just smaller. I was mine. 🕊️

Lowest Weight in Adulthood – July 2025 (lighter than air, heavier with power)

Choosing Myself

This journey hasn’t been linear. It hasn’t been perfect. But it’s mine.

And it’s taught me something I wish I’d known sooner:

Weight loss isn’t just about pounds or clothing sizes or surgeries.
It’s about reclaiming your power—especially when the world keeps trying to knock it out of you. 🖤

If you’re on this path—or even just thinking about it—know this:

It’s okay to stumble.
It’s okay to fall.
What matters most is that you keep choosing yourself.

Every. Single. Day. 💪

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