dianemar

I was thin growing up, so when I hit 37, had my last child, quit smoking, had early menopause, and my weight sky rocketed, I was in no way prepared. I always had the mentality that I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted so the idea of diets were so out of my realm, I just couldn't comprehend how to deal with it.  Along with a family who primarily judged others on looks, I felt like such a failure and wanted to hide.  I always had a bit of distain for those who took the easy way out by having surgery for weight loss, taking the easy way out , right.  Then last winter, as I was battling another bronchial issue, I realized it would not take much to push me into pneumonia and could conceivably lose my life, made me wake up and decide I wanted to live a good number of years, and really 'live'. So here I am 9 weeks post op, feeling better than I have in years, already doing more than I have in years, Having better and more frequent sex than I have in years, not regretting the surgery, but kicking my self for waiting, yes.  Except my insurance only started covering it this year.  There are so many positives that when I grumble about the change in eating, I give myself a swift kick.