Tuck It In: Trouble with tummy
Posted on Mar 11th 2008 8:00AM by Jacki DonaldsonMarch 11, 2008
Exercise won't work. Diet won't work. I know because I've been perfecting the art of both for almost one year. I've been running, strengthening my core, pulling resistance bands, teetering on my BOSU, and lifting some weights. I've bid a fond farewell to sweets, soda and excess calories, fats, sugar, and carbohydrates. These feats have brought me great results -- a 15-pound weight loss, a strong heart, more energy -- but they've failed to address what troubles me the most: My tummy.
I've written about my tummy before. And in a December 15, 2007 post, I declared that I would not surgically alter this part of my body. The risks were just too great. A tummy tuck is an elective operation, after all. There's no medical reason for one. Hard work was all I needed. More hard work to whittle away at the wrinkling, hanging skin sagging from my mid-section.
Then I began talking to others about my struggle -- friends, family, doctors, fitness trainers -- and realized that this skin is not going anywhere. Ever. Because it's skin. Loose skin. Not fat. Not extra weight. It's skin. Skin left behind from the bigger-than-10-pound babies I carried in my stretching belly seven and four years ago. Skin that hangs more now that I've lost weight than ever before. Skin that I've become obsessed with. Skin I want removed.
The plastic surgeon I saw last week told me he can make my tummy better. It's not the worse case he's ever seen -- on a scale of one to 10, with 10 being the best, he says my stomach is better than a five -- but he can certainly sculpt it into something pretty perfect. While working on it, he'd also reposition my belly button, repair a pregnancy-induced separated muscle, and fix an umbilical hernia. The whole procedure would take about two hours. I'd be home an hour after that. Seems simple. But it's not.
A tummy tuck, or abdominoplasty, is serious stuff. It requires an incision from hip to hip, removal of a football-shaped chunk of skin, muscle suturing, stitches, pain, swelling, a recovery that lasts for weeks, and a pretty big scar. Of course, there' s also a chance that something will go wrong.
My surgery -- my serious, potentially life-changing surgery -- is on the books. April 23 is the big day. On April 1, three weeks from today, I will report for a pre-op visit. It's my one last chance to talk to my surgeon about what's in store and to fork over my cash -- this is cosmetic so insurance won't kick in. I figure I have these three weeks to commit or back out. Right now, I don't know what I'll do. I want the final product but I fear the process, the chance I'll one day look back and think, "Why couldn't I have just lived with that skin?"
Journaling always helps me. I think it helps others too. That's why I'm sharing my story with you. Maybe you're in my same boat. Maybe you've already sailed these waters. Maybe you have a strong opinion about what I should do. Maybe you know something I don't. Whatever the case, please share. I'll do the same. Whenever something about this tummy journey strikes me, I'll write about it. Together, we'll prosper. And I'll come to a decision. What will it be? Only time will tell.












