Surgery Diary – Day 7, Part 1: The No-Sleep Edition

Two photos.

One week apart.

One very long journey captured in a single glance.

The first picture is me pre-surgery, body marked up like a battlefield map, every line showing where years of excess skin and stubborn fat had taken up residence.

The second picture is today. Compression corset on, drains still working, and a very different shape staring back in the mirror.

Since surgery, we are not sure how many kg has been removed. But im

now roughly 57 kg, which is 9 stone.

From a starting weight of 140 kg three years ago…all the way through the kg through hard graft and discipline…

And now to 57 kg after the final surgical stage.

Awkward fat and loose skin that no amount of fasting, training, or willpower could fix… finally gone.

Sleep last night was almost non-existent, recovery isn’t glamorous, but these two images side by side remind me exactly why I’m here.

This isn’t vanity.

This is the closing chapter of a total life rebuild.

Type 2 diabetes reversed.

Medications gone.

Mobility back.

Confidence returning.

A body finally catching up with the mindset.

Uncomfortable? Absolutely.

Worth it? Without question.

Embarrassed? Yes but not now.

Healing mode: fully engaged.