All good things come to an end, as they say.
Well… bad things come to an end too. Thank God.
My marriage to Muffin (what I formerly and once affectionately referred to my ex-husband) is legally dissolved.
In the wake of what’s transpired since December 19, 2016 (My D-day… known lingo to a not-so-elite group of chumps) I’ve done a
crap ton bit of soul searching, which is probably needless to say.
“Accidental Seamstress”, like my marriage, is dead. “Biggest Loser Reject” is born. Instead of focusing on ReFashions and Upcycles, this blog will now focus on my true passions: Maintaining a healthy weight, nutrition, fitness, Reconstructive Cosmetic Surgery, …and probably a post or two about life after marriage to a textbook narcissist.
Thank you for supporting my humble DIY fashion blog up until this point… I hope you’ll stick around for the new format/style.
Yesterday, I did something that I had never ever done before in my life: I mowed my yard. After Number 3 provided me with several training sessions on how to properly do this, I felt confident to finally do it all by myself.
I woke up fairly early on my Independence Day off and decided to tackle this chore before it got up to a thousand degrees.
With a sense of accomplishment I methodically filled the gas tank; I primed it; I checked the throttle; I held the handlebar down; and lastly, I pulled the stringy thing with triumphant force.
I pulled again.
If you’ve followed my blog for any period of time, you’ve probably come to the conclusion that I’m a plastic surgery enthusiast. This is, however, out of necessity and not necessarily vanity. In the wake of losing 100-lbs I was left with so much loose skin I sometimes feel as though I’ll never be rid of it all and that my transformation will never be complete.
After a wonderful experience with my Tummy Tuck and Boob Job, (and incidentally, even though it wasn’t planned, my nose surgery) I was SO excited to have the skin from my upper arms cut off. I was completely fearless about it and honestly, was so anxious for the surgery that I kind of obsessed over it. Financially, the tummy tuck took a lot out of me. Other “life’s a B!tch” finances happened too and, well, it had to be put on the back-burner. It would be 5 years in between surgeries before we could finally afford to take the plunge and schedule the surgery I’d been dreaming about for years. On September 17, 2015 I checked in for my 3rd (but not my last…) cosmetic procedure.
Life happens, as they say. For me, life happened on February 26, 2015 when I had an accident that caused severe trauma to my nose. Surgery was the only option to correct the damage.
Today, on the one year anniversary of my surgery I’ll tell you briefly about the accident, my recovery, share some “After” pictures with you, and give an update on the functionality of my nose.
I’m categorizing this as a “Plastic Surgery“; however, it’s just a little different than my others because this surgery was medically necessary and not relative at all to my weight loss. If you’re considering a Rhinoplasty for cosmetic purposes, or if you have no choice in the matter (deviated septum, trauma, etc.), I hope you’ll find this post helpful. Continue reading
At the beginning of the new year, I like to reflect back on the previous one. 2015 got off to a VERY rocky start… By the time March came along I was already DONE with it; ready to write it off as the worst year of my life (second only to 2012)!
Miraculously though, it got better. So many positive things happened as a result of bad situations, but so many wonderful things in and of themselves happened too. If I had to sum the year up in 3 words it would be, you guessed it, “Accidents, blessings, and haters.” And they would go in that order, I feel, because the blessings and the haters came as a direct result from the accidents… So, if you have the want and the time to read my lengthy explanation behind this, I’ll just get right to it: