Indeed I'm getting a tummy tuck. This is part vanity and part necessity. When I left the UK, I weighed 160 pounds, down from 220. Working out has brought me up to 195, but much like old silly putty, my skin can only take so much stretching, ergo I have to get the excess lopped off.
Some of my friends ask me why do I feel a need to get this. Frankly, it's symbolism. The excess skin is like a reminder of the shy, awkward kid that doesn't quite mesh with the reality of the present.
It's like the old expression, sometimes you just have to let go in order to move on. In this case it's literal.
Here's the before picture:
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