8 weeks Post Op.

Boy oh boy, does time fly. It seems like just yesterday, I was all wound up about not being able to lift weights or be 100% self-sufficient. That time came and went. I have been back in the gym lifting for about two weeks now and I feel fabulous. To my surprise I was able to maintain my strength and began lifting the weight I had before my six-week vacation. My muscles had time to recover and I'm sure they were shocked when I began to train them again. Thank goodness for muscle memory =)

What I will say is... I never realized that our chest muscles are such a main staple in the upper body. It never occurred to me that I would feel such rapid movement in that region during: back, biceps, triceps, and shoulder exercises. Holy Moly, I do. It is not that it hurts, but I am very aware of the fact that I now have foreign objects beneath my muscle tissue. I have been taking my time and have been extra cautious about my form. I definitely do not want to mess up my beautiful work.

I did try doing some push ups and I DO NOT recommend you try this at home. It was a little scary. I felt as if the Girls were going to fall right out. So I guess I better wait a few more months before I try that again. =) It feels so good to be back doing what I love!

Jealousy

One time or another, I think everyone has experienced some shade of green. As I get older I have begun to realize that jealousy is in fact a wasted emotion! Why would a person be jealous of another person for any reason? We all make choices and decisions that in fact lead us to the things we attain, the success we acquire, and the people we become. Since we are all capable of making choices and are free to choose our own way. It makes no sense then, to be jealous of anyone else for anything because if one wants something bad enough they can have it too! What people do not realize is that there is enough room for everyone to be successful and for everyone to achieve the things they want out of life. There is no law that says oh, since Sabrina got breast implants her Sister cannot. No. Anyone can have breast implants. Anyone can drive a fancy car. Anyone can make a million dollars. What all of this really comes down to is whether or not that individual is willing to do what it takes to get whatever it is that they want. I just feel like jealousy is a cop-out. Are you scared? Do you disagree? "It really is none of my business what you think of me," anyway.

But, if you are someone who is bothered by what someone else has — do something about it! If someone really wants something go out and get it and if not, don't. I could care less, but do not JUDGE me for the decisions that I make or the things that I have worked so hard to get. Own up to the things you want and make the sacrifices that it takes to get what you are jealous someone else has. Anything worth having in life takes some sacrifice and I assure you it was not free. Whatever you do... don't just sit there and wallow in your own misery. MAKE WHATEVER IT is HAPPEN! Peace.

Exposing the Girls

Prior to my procedure, I chose a select group of friends and family to inform of my decision. I have found that when people are unfamiliar with something they tend to judge other people's decisions. I really did not want my breast augmentation to be publicized because in my opinion, this is completely private. Two of these people happened to be my close girlfriends.

Before I told either of them I had prepared myself for their reactions. Bridget is pretty conservative, the biggest risk she has ever taken was the tattoo on the small of her back. Christy, on the other hand is far out, but not this far out. The initial reaction from both of them was, "Oh, Sabrina. You are beautiful the way you are. Why would you ever want to do something like this?" I explained my reasons and they both just kind of looked at me like I was off my rocker. That was fine, I completely expected these reactions.

As the weeks went by the topic became dead and I guess maybe they thought I really wouldn't go through with it. I called them both the weekend before to let them know I would be having surgery the following weekend. Christy was appalled, she couldn't believe that I was doing it so soon. What she did not know was that I had thought this out for months before I had even discussed it with her. "Are you scared," she asked? I was not scared. In fact, I had never felt so confident in a Doctor until now! I knew what I wanted and that everything would be alright. Bridget was like, ok good luck and I hope everything turns out perfect.

I do not know if this was simply mere coincidence or on purpose, but I did not see either one of them for about a month post-operation. But, when the time finally came... I was ready to SHOW MY GIRLS OFF, I was so excited! A couple of Friday nights ago Christy and I met at this place called Bar Louie. It was crazy packed and I had no clue where in the heck everyone was. So I made a bee line for the bathroom and called her up. She took her time getting to the bathroom to meet me and my girls. When she walked up, Christy I could tell was trying not to look at me. I guess she was afraid of what she would see. I yanked her in the bathroom to show her and she could hardly believe her eyes. Christy thought they looked extremely nice. Of course, I was like what were you expecting and of course, she was expecting breasts the size of watermelons. I just laughed because this was typical. After thirteen years of friendship I thought she would know me a little better than that.

Bridget on the other hand just showered me with compliments. After my pleasant encounter with Christy I hoped Bridget's would go similarly, even though she was also skeptical before hand. She told me how amazing I looked and that they appeared completely natural. She says they match my solid physique and that you cannot even tell. She said I was beautiful. My friends made me feel so good and I think they are even a little proud of me. Sometimes I think people just need exposure to new things to change their minds. So far I have had nothing but support. =)

Insecure?

There is this all-to0-common misconception that women who have breast implants are insecure about their bodies. Hello? I am here to tell you this is FALSE. Tons and tons of women have breast implants and I feel it would be safe to say that the majority that have undergone the procedure have a million other reasons that do not include insecurity as one of them. People that have not been directly involved in a situation will believe whatever they want to, but this is a perfect example of stereotyping and it just is not right or fair!

Only two months ago I was the gal that went to the gym with the tightest racer-back top she could find, and nothing but a pad-less sports bra underneath. Looking at my before shots do not do justice to what the case really was. I was as flat as they come. I did not even fit into an A size cup, so essentially I just had nipples. In fact, many times I was proud because all my hard work had paid off. I had very little body fat. After all, what are breasts anyway? FAT. I am a competitive athlete — the ultimate goal in what I do is symmetry and lack of body fat. So honestly it really did not bother me that I had no fat in the chest area. I did this to myself — I wanted to have non-existent breasts.

In rare circumstances I would wear a padded bra. When I say rarely, it really was rare. Padded bras are like the most uncomfortable garment to ever be invented. I just did not wear them.
What I did find appealing about the procedure was that I would be able to fill out clothing, bring more symmetry to my extremely fit body, and simply because I could. The point is, I could not step onto a stage in front of hundreds of people if I was insecure about not having breasts.

Fast-forward to the present date and I am still wearing the same darn thing. My reasons for going through with breast augmentation surgery were definitely NOT because I felt bad about my body. Many people are so closed-minded about cosmetic surgery that they begin to assume that anyone that has had it is insecure with that part of themselves. Sorry, this just simply is NOT the case. Science presented an option, an opportunity to get something I did not previously have and I opted to get it. Boy, am I glad I did. Sorry if I have burst anyone's BUBBLE. =)

About the Right One

I have talked about the right breast from time to time. From the moment my procedure was complete, this one has been slightly difficult. I have no idea why, but I find it very unusual and interesting at the same time.

The first time I noticed it was while jumping around in my kitchen (don't ask). While jumping I felt this funny sensation in my right breast, it felt as if there was a water balloon inside me. I could hear this squishie-squashie noise as well. Picture tossing a water balloon that has not been completely filled up with water, up into the air. Naturally, one would feel the water shaking back and forth while tossing the balloon. This is exactly the feeling that I have been having in my right breast. Weird, yes. Painful, no.

Ever since my discovery I have become obsessive about it. I jump (literally) at the opportunity to see if the issue still exists. It find this fascinating because the left breast is, and has been, content the entire time. As with everything else with the right one, I'm sure this is only temporary. It's just that it feels so funny — I am like a walking WATER BALLOON. How cool am I? =)

In Motion!

I can just see it now. Someone I'm sure will take this to some completely unintended level, but for those of you that get it... The past couple of days I have had the urge to touch, feel, and grab my breasts. I know that must sound absurd, but really I have.

It is amazing how natural I am beginning to feel. My breasts are now moving when I move. A couple weeks ago I attended a dance class and I can remember thinking, "how abnormal are these things, they do not even move when I JUMP!" Well, fast forward to today. While I was jogging on the treadmill my breasts were also jogging on the treadmill! Woo hoo. There is a God and I will be normal. Without wax breasts. Can you imagine if they were permanently stuck? That would be a complete nightmare!

Anyway, everyday they become more and more free. I have all of my strength back and feel brand new. For a while I forgot what it was like to do whatever I want — now I'm back!

The Great Stretch

It has been such an annoyance feeling so restricted during the last several weeks. Early last month I had to drive my car as if I was constantly driving in the most intense situation possible. My hands were always at two and ten and as close together as possible. It reminded me of the way I used to hold on to the wheel as a new driver. Reaching for things as well as lifting things has also been quite challenging. There for a while it was hard to reach my back in the shower or get underneath my armpits to shave. As I did you adapt, you get used to the fact that it feels uncomfortable to do these most basic but essential life skills.

Today was a different kind of day! Today, I was able to stretch my arms completely overhead, clasp them behind my back, and to make a complete winding circular motion forwards and backwards. This is FANTASTIC because my breasts are finally starting to feel as if they belong in me. I am no longer afraid how it will feel to reach for that cereal bowl that of course, is all the way on the top shelf or to reach for my alarm clock in the morning. Now, I not only look very natural — I feel almost natural. Every day is exciting because I can do one more thing that I could not the day before.