It's on ...
It's off ...
I don't know what to do.
You see, I really, really, really, want to have a flat tummy.
Been coveting one for the past 30 years, at least!
And for over 30 years I've been told that the only way I'm gonna have that flat tummy is by surgical intervention.
Because I've had too many abdominal surgeries which have destroyed the muscles, negating all efforts on my part to flatten my tummy.
Doesn't matter how thin I get.
Or how many sit-ups I do.
Not gonna happen.
There is no muscle to tighten.
Destroyed with surgeries to remove my appendix; to explore and diagnose endometriosis; to correct all the damage from that endometriosis and ultimately allow me to successfully sustain a pregnancy and give birth to my little chickadee (the greatest joy of my life!); to then perform the hysterectomy that became necessary to finally rid me of the returning endometriosis three years after that successful pregnancy.
So now, I'm finally ready to proceed with the tummy tuck.
And I'm finally in a financial position to afford that tummy tuck.
And I'm ready for the short term pain for long term gain.
That was last week.
But this week, I'm not so sure.
I hate my flabby tummy.
I really really really hate my flabby tummy.
I want it gone.
But do I really want to go under the knife to get rid of it?
It really isn't all that bad.
It's just bad enough to annoy me.
I've learned to suck it in such that most people don't even know I have a tummy ('cept when I get sloppy about it).
But the point is, it annoys me and I want it gone.
Yet, with all my other health issues, my gut is telling me not to go ahead with it.
My policy has always been when in doubt, don't.
Therefore, since I'm having doubts, I'm thinking I won't.