It's been 4 months since my surgery. I feel like I lost 2 months of time and it's now just April. It is only slightly messing with my daily life.
The good news is, I've been super motivated to make positive changes in my lifestyle and mindset. I believe gaining weight and having frankenboobs has made me a tad bit depressed.
So Tim and I joined a gym.
I have managed to workout 11 of the past 15 days. Not too shabby for someone who has NEVER IN THEIR LIFE worked out at a gym.
Let me tell you about our gym. Because it is owned by Integris (employee benefits WHOOP WHOOP) we each got a fitness/wellness evaluation before we even started working out. This educated and trained employee tested cholesterol, blood pressure, heart rate, etc. It's also filled with mostly older people. They come, drink their coffee, read their papers, and mill around the gym.
It's what I can only imagine an active senior living center is like.
In my fitness/wellness assessment, I learned that I am obese but I have above average abdominal strength. How about them apples?
So what are my goals for working out?
To no longer be categorized as obese. Also, to get stronger and more confident in my new body. It's not about the weight on the scale. Scales are horrible demons that shouldn't exist (but only to weigh my pot roast so I know how long to roast it).
I also want to be the best, most healthy version of myself. Isn't that why I did all of this in the first place?
We are currently fighting with the insurance company to get my second surgery approved as a "medical necessity". Cross your fingers y'all or I might just have frankenboobs for the rest of my life.
Christina Mallory Chicoraske - a 30 year old, 4th generation Okie, diagnosed BRCA2+ and undergoing a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy. This is the tale of my journey with hopes to inform and encourage other young women searching for answers after a BRCA1/2 gene mutation discovery.