My surgery is on June 28 and I am all sorts of stuff. By stuff I mean nervous, anxious, scared, on edge, excited, and perhaps even a tad depressed.
I feel like what some might call a "hot mess".
One moment I am excited and enthusiastic and read Cosmo and dream of myself as the skinny chick in the cool clothes.
Then the next I am down again, wondering how I will cope and if I will fail.
I dress out at 314 lbs and that just doesn't feel good any more. Heck, it NEVER felt good.
I believe my worst fear is the surgery itself. My family and friends have all reassured me I will not die on the operating table.
Anyone have any words of wisdom to soothe me here?
I would REALLY appreciate it.