I head Mexico Tuesday for surgery. My mom (a retired RN) is going to join me. Lost 14 pounds on the pre-op diet, had to give up drinking great wines and bourbons (some of my favorite joys) to get ready for this, but I am convinced that in January I am going to be very thankful I did this for me. I'm divorced, kids are out of the house, have a great career, but I want to be running and climbing mountains again, and it would be great to be comfortable in a plane seat again, be able to ride everything at an amusement park without having to worry I'll fit in the seats, and get off all the meds I've been slowly adding to overcome the effects of being obese.
In short, I'm scared to death, but I have this vision of what will be possible next year, so I'm going forward with that hope. This isn't a magic wand, but it's a great tool.