My Ah-ha moment...
last month I went with some friends to a club. I am normally the picture taker. Well, this trip, I wasn't and there were pictures of me taken that when I first saw them, I did not realize was me. That was three weeks ago. I will be banded on May 31st, in Mexico.
One of my best friends has been trying to convince me to that we needed to have this done for about a year now, and I have scoffed at her, told her I was not having surgery, no way in hell. With one picture, I completely changed my mind and I cannot wait.
It is not that I have not realized how big I had gotten, but I was widowed 2 years ago and have just now begun considering that I do not want to be alone for the rest of my life, nor do I believe my husband would have wanted me to be alone. We were married 14 years, and in those 14 years, we had grown fat together, but we had each other. Now, if I don't do something about my weight, I feel like I will be alone for the rest of my life.