This time last year I went on a weekend trip to the mountains. I was 3 weeks out of surgery, down 20 or so lbs. and feeling great, but I was really antsy to be active again. I worked out a lot before surgery so the long break after kinda sucked. Anyway, on this trip I took a 3-mile walk around the lake and it was lovely. I felt good and really happy with my decision to get surgery. Yesterday I decided to take another walk around a lake, but this time it wasn’t leisurely. It was an 8-mile hike, in 30 degree weather,in 8-10 inches of snow and at 6500+ ft. elevation. And I did it. This time last year I couldn’t have even dreamed of doing that. I wanted to be more active and more adventurous and all that but I had no idea how real it would become and how much I would enjoy it. I just couldn’t do it at 240 lbs. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to or how much I worked out, my body was too big to keep up. But it’s not anymore and I am enjoying the hell out of doing things like this. Not just things I always wanted to do, but things I never knew I wanted to do or dreamed I could do. I am so thankful for this surgery. It’s helping me find a whole new side of myself that I never even knew existed.