Happy Thanksgiving!! I am super thankful for my family and friends. But there is also something else that I will always be thankful for. Eight years ago I made the decision to do something that would change my life. Let me first give you a little background info. I have ALWAYS been an active individual – just not a runner. I did attempt to run a few times but it just hurt my body so much that I decided to stick with the elliptical, stair climber and also I used to be into Kickboxing (at one time I was an instructor). I wake up everyday excited to get my body moving. I have never been the person who dreads fitting in a workout – I ALWAYS look forward to whatever type of exercise I plan to do that day. So you are probably wondering why was it that I could not run, or should I say, why I had a hard time with the after effects of running? I have been trying very hard to come up with a less drastic way to say this but I’m at a loss so I am just going to gun it – I had very large breasts. There, I said it – sorry if I have any male readers. This post is going to be all about boobs. I carried around a set of 34 DD girls that were really not proportionate with the rest of my body.
Here are a few photos from when I was in high school. I know it is a little hard to tell really how well endowed I was but I am pretty sure that I chose bras that would hold them in to try to make them look smaller.
Having all that weight in the front caused me extreme back pain and I was very self conscious of their size. People would talk to my chest as if my face did not exist. I knew that they were very noticeable even when I made every attempt to cover them up.
This next picture is so not flattering but I am willing to put it out there to share my story with you guys. For some reason Charlie really wanted to capture me eating that nectarine.
This was taken on a trip to Canada when Charlie and I had been dating for a little less than a year. I went under the knife a few months later.
I was very fortunate to meet a plastic surgeon that really and truly cared about doing this surgery for me. I had met with others – yes I tried to get this procedure done many times – and they were not as helpful. I even went through physical therapy with an orthopedist to try and alleviate back pain with taping and massage treatments. This was not just to address exercise related pain but just the normal pain & stress due to having breasts so disproportionate to the size of my upper body.
I even met one who was surprised that I wanted a reduction when most of his patients were going in for enlargements. Another one told me to try and lose weight – WHAT!!! I wasn’t overweight to begin with. A lot of them do not want to fight the insurance company to get this surgery paid for. I knew that I had enough to spare in order for my insurance company to pay for it, I just needed to meet the surgeon willing to fight for me. Well in August of 2001, I met my surgeon and she changed my life.
The surgery was in October 2001, and I was shocked at the instant relief that I felt in my back and shoulders. It really was an immediate change to my posture and my confidence was lifted too. I no longer felt like the first thing people would see was my chest. I was able to buy clothes that I would have never dreamed about wearing before. My life really did change. After I healed, I then ventured into the land of running. Boy, did I get hooked. I started off really slowly – 3 miles here and there and mostly on the treadmill. It felt great and I had NO pain in my back or shoulders.
Here is a photo a little less than a year after my surgery. Even though I had a little over a pound removed from each breast, I was not left without curves.
Well I went to see my plastic surgeon for a routine checkup and she noticed that I had developed hypertrophic scars. When she touched my scars I would get a sharp pain in the area where she had made the incisions. Not only were they painful but they were very raised and hard. She recommended that I have them removed and hopefully my body would not heal the same way twice. One year and five months after my first surgery, I had another. This time it was much shorter – the first one was 5 hours. I was not required to stay over night at the hospital like I had to when I had gone in for the first one. It was still surgery though and I needed lots of TLC. Thankfully I had the most amazing care giver – Charlie. He took care of me after both procedures – changing my bandages and making sure that I was comfortable at all times. During the 2nd surgery she had to remove skin along with the scars which resulted in smaller breast yet again. I think that I was a pretty large B/small C after the first one and then the second one left me at a small B large A. Fortunately, the scars did not return.
Talk about one extreme to the next, right? I am totally ok with that. I would never go back and not have the surgery. Did I want to be this small? No, but I would much rather lay down at night and not have muscle spasms in my back and deep indentations in my shoulders from carrying around all that weight in the front.
On the running front, I really started adding more and more miles to my runs the year that I had my second surgery. I was not out to drop weight but yes, I did lose weight. I ran for the first 5 months of my pregnancy and then after I had Declan I went right back to it. Running became my outlet, my way to let off any stress that I was feeling. When I run I feel so strong and healthy. I do not run because I HAVE to – I run because I WANT to. And now I CAN without any problem. After I had Declan my cup size has gone down a little due to the fact that breast tissue is less dense after having a child. It is all fine and dandy – I WILL never complain that my chest is too small.
So that is my story. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.
I hope that you all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving. Now I must go bake some treats for my family.