I am overwhelmed with competing emotions. First and foremost is hope which it has been so long since I have felt. I am also incredibly annoyed at myself for letting my weight get to this point. After all, I was able to stick to the presurgical diet--why couldn't I just somehow find a way to conquer my food demons. I am having a hard time seeing the big picture today but I guess that is to be expected after working a 10 hour day in blistering heat on nothing but 400 calories of Gatorade.
I really am happy to be moving forward. Myy husband is also having the procedure tomorrow in what I like to refer to it as two for the price of one.
I have been reading all of your posts for a while and am drawing strength from those who have walked this path before. I know I will be leaning on you and only hope that I can someday do the same for someone else. Thank you in advance for your good wishes and support.