Firstly, I apologise for being away for so long. I didn’t plan to abandon the blog, but somehow I just didn’t feel the need/desire to log my feelings. The more I stayed away, the more I started to think that my experience was not worth recording as it has not been terribly eventful. I had plans for several posts but they never happened; I am sorry about that.
Anyway, I am back. As I mentioned, I began thinking that this blog was not worth keeping because I have dealt with my main issues. I have conquered the fear of telling my family about the operation, I have resumed a (mostly) normal life and I don’t seem to need the catharsis of writing. Given that the main drama has ended, who would want to read my ramblings? My experience does not seem to compare to that of many of my peers. I have not lost shedloads of poundage, I can eat pretty much whatever I want, I am not losing my hair, I have not had many digestive issues and I have not had many major dramas. Yet, over the past few days I have begun thinking that perhaps the fact that my recovery is worth sharing simply because it has been so anti-climactic. Not everything has to be about car crashes and ambulance chases; real life is not Fox News.