Abdominoplasty Here I Come

Tonight I did my last serious workout before I have my tummy tuck. That is right, in just 2 more sleeps I will be having surgery.

I am feeling excited, nervous and a bit sad. I am excited about the way my tummy will look when I have recovered. I am nervous about the procedure, about leaving my kids and about the recovery. Why am I sad? I never thought I would be sad to say goodbye to my flabby tummy but for some strange reason I am - just a little.

I have been unhappy about the extra skin on my stomach since the day after I delivered my twins. I remember the exact spot I was standing in when I realised the condition that my tummy was left in. I was standing in my hospital room, beside my bed and leaning over one of the baby's bassinettes.

For 5 years I have grabbed the extra skin in my hands and imagined it was gone and I have cringed when my top came up slightly hoping that no-one saw what was beneath it. Having this tummy, that I hate, has been a part of who I am.

I laugh to my husband that despite being very unhappy about my tummy the one thing I haven't done for the past 5 years is complain about my fat butt, thighs or arms. So although I feel like I am having an amazing procedure that is going to fix everything, the reality is that it is going to return things to the way they were and to the way they were meant to be. And that is far from perfect.

Before the twins I always had a flat tummy, and soon I will have it back. But I always disliked my butt, thighs and arms and soon they will be my worst bits again.

Let's face it my tummy tuck is not going to turn me into a supermodel, but I am still looking forward to the results. Even if that means going back to complaining about the other parts of my body- the ones that I am stuck with.