Friday, February 22, 2013

How cosmetic surgery saved my relationship with my wife

By Mirilla Margaitis




I hope my plastic surgery success story is one that encourages you to better yourself, by any process you choose.

I slimmed down rather effortlessly following my first two pregnancies. At that time, when Michael and Katie were born, I suppose I burned fat a lot easier. I also think that breastfeeding added to my loss of weight. It was a miracle that after 90 days, I stayed around 135 lbs without even working out. I'm 5' 6" and that's a fair weight for my height.

Then again, throughout my third pregnancy with Lauren, I was about 20 years older and to my dismay, the fat didn't come off as easily. I continued gaining weight and racked up more than 200 pounds. It appeared that I just awoke one day overweight. I needed to continue chowing down I felt bad. I was an emotional wreck.

My husband, John, was very supportive. He frequently compliment me and expresses repeatedly he loves me. Nonetheless, I was just not feeling self-confident about myself. I thought that John deserved a more attractive me.

After I gained the pounds, it seemed like John didn't look at me the same as before. I guessed he was embarrassed by me. I started working out and paying attention to my weight. John continued to be supportive and assisted with my work-outs, training and jogging by my side. I made a valiant effort to eat only healthy food. This was quite tough, yet after persistence and discipline, I managed to get rid of about fifty pounds.

As is typically the case, the stomach fat was the most persistent and did not want to leave my body. From the back, I looked like I did in my younger days. My (honest) friends and colleagues told me so. It's just the tummy fat that's giving away that I've previously given birth to three kids. Sitting down caused it to be much worse, somewhere between my tummy fat and sagging boobs, it was particularly hard to feel good about myself.

I've quite possibly simply imagined it but it came across to me that John was always staring at other women while we ran together in the early morning. I particularly recall watching the Olympics. Those fit physiques in the tv became a frequent reminder of my own personal imperfections. I backslided into gobbling up unhealthy food once again and ignoring exercising completely. Needless to say, I didn't feel good.

Soon I lost all ground and gained every single pound back. I was beaten down once again. Those times must have been dreadful for John still I couldn't get past my self-loathing and jealousy. If I didn't improve, the next thing to come about would most certainly be divorce.

One day, I awakened and basically concluded that I no longer wanted to be depressed and overweight. With a lot more determination I again started exercising and eating healthier. The training I went through was pretty intense. I lost weight again, back to 145 pounds in at most 2 months! I've gained my self-confidence back still the belly fat and the sagging bosoms are still present. Just what should I do about this? Inspecting the web only contributed to the futility, as the sole results I see are digital books offering magic weight loss. The only worthwhile option was a tummy tuck and a breast lift.

I mentioned the options with John. For me, I needed to look good for the two of us, and for John, while not on board at first, after a little nudging, he agreed. I inquired around and a good friend referred me to a doctor in Sydney and I couldn't be more pleased.

Today I undoubtedly feel really good about myself. I'm a lot more confident. Best of all, my connection with John is proceeding tremendously well. It's going to be our 15th anniversary this June and our union is growing even stronger. I can easily declare that in a way, plastic surgery saved my marriage.




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