Disappointment and starting over...again.

Well, I finally had my appointment at Emory yesterday. It was a total disappointment.

First off, the six month diet plan is the general diabetic eating regime which I've been given over and over again in my life. I don't know what I was expecting, but that certainly wasn't it.

We sat through an hour or more of chatter about the papers they gave us that included our new guide to eating.

So yeah, a diet where you measure, and write every little thing down on a chart to give to the nutritionist next month to be judged. Also the time, where your eating it, and the mood your in when doing so.

Its annoying to say the least. Whats more annoying is being talked to like I'm a child not aware of what I'm putting in my mouth.

Look people, I KNOW that eating too much, not watching portions, eating carbs and snacking, fast food, booze...ALL of it are causes of being over weight. I don't need some woman in a moo-moo telling me that.

I guess the assumption, like with all Drs and people that aren't lifers like me, is that you wouldn't be fat if you knew proper nutrition. That just isn't the case. I know what to do, I just choose not to, or don't have the will to say "no" to those things I know I should stay away from.

I don't need another diet, I need a tool to help me FOLLOW the diet. Which brings me to the second disappointment. The VGS that I want for my procedure is definitely not covered under my insurance at my current BMI. I'm off by 1/10 of a point. I gained 15 lbs to make the weight and Im not there. Even if I was, according to the lady I talked to, the insurance companies expect some weight loss over the 6 month period or they wont cover you. Testing your will i suppose. But of course, the smaller I get, the further away from the magic BMI # required to qualify. She said they might change their policies, and are reviewed every 6 months so I suppose there is a slim chance that in January, whn my 6 months are done, they might have lowered it to the standard 40 that all the other procedures are at, but Im not holding my breath.

Yesterday when I left the hospital I just felt like a deflated balloon. Not wanting to face the possibility of having to just diet like always, knowing my weakness, really KNOWING I wont do it. Not that I CANT, that I WONT.

Fortunately I had a therapy appointment yesterday after work. Could not have been better timing. Its only the 5th session but I think we are finally getting down to it. To sum up the session, after discussing my various weekend habits that take away from any chance of weight loss in general, and my real desire to change them, I announced that i was NOT going to drink this weekend at all. Now, this is something I had actually thought about last week, or perhaps even before that, just because I knew this diet thing was approaching and I also knew that drinking was not going to be on the menu.

That being said, I am aware of my weakness, and my failure to be able to go a whole weekend without it since my teen age years...literally. Thats a lot of lost weekends.

So she suggested that instead of looking at it like I'm giving something up, think of something positive to replace that activity with. Because, as she pointed out, I have made drinking and eating on the weekends a literal activity, instead of an accessory to an activity.

She said if I can just do Sunday, that will be an accomplishment, and not to try to go whole hog, or to try, but if I slip not to just go off the deep end.

So in the end I left there feeling much better, and have today made plans to go walking / hiking this Sunday, plus I'm not buying any booze to have in the house, so I think I'll be OK for that day at least.

I really do want to lay off Sundays. It makes Monday such a beast.

Plus finding strength in small places helps after the crushing defeat I felt at the Drs. office.

So that's where I'm at. Disappointed but not out of the game just yet.

One side note...I did let a few people know what had happened, and Elise, my sister, gave me a very annoying response. She jumped right in to how great weight loss surgery would be for me and isint there another procedure I can qualify for. That pissed me off, as if I haven't done any research on the subject and am making an excuse not to have it done. That may not have been what she intended but it certainly felt that way.

I mailed her back and suggested she read the links I provided her a week or so ago explaining the dangers of other procedures vs the VSG.

Maybe Im defensive with her, but I still hear those words ringing in my ears of her responding to me telling her that I knew what it took to lose weight as she tried to tell me what I was doing wrong (because having lost weight herself she was now the expert). I told her she was not the queen of weight loss..and she screamed back "YES I AM! You DON'T know what to do obviously because YOU GAINED IT BACK!!"

Well, yes I did, and I struggle with it every day. But Id never throw her failures in her face like that. Just sayin'.

So now I have to start over. I've gained weight in my care free abandonment stage in the last few months, allowing myself to eat all kinds of crap, and getting down right addicted to sweets again. Ive gone off the deep end and its time to get back in the boat. I have to at least try because I hate being so uncomfortable fat.

Still Waiting

Waiting sucks. I feel like I've been waiting for this Dr. appointment forever now. In reality, it has been almost 3 months, which seriously is ridiculous. I just hope its worth the wait. Speaking of "weight", I've been gaining. I have seriously gone off any kind of restrictions as far as my eating goes.

I had a long weekend at my parents house this past weekend because they were out of town, and I was having a few friends up for dinner and pool time, so I took that opportunity to buy muffins and chips and cookies at the grocery store, none of which were eaten by said guests, so they came home with me. I of course, am eating them. I considered taking them to work to get rid of them, but then thought Id be embarrassed to bring those in half eaten. Another excuse.

The guilt of buying them at the store was horrible, but I did it anyway. I was in line to check out and there was a guy behind me with power-aide by the gallon, and I think some kind of lean cuisines. College student I think, cute, and I noticed him eyeballing the contents of my cart. I know I turned 6 shades of red. I even tried to hide some stuff on the belt then just thought, oh screw it!

In years past that fear of having someone eyeballing my potential purchases kept me away from a lot of really bad things. Lately, since I've decided on this surgical route, and really have to gain weight to qualify, I've gone off the deep end.

The thing is, I feel completely gross. I find myself literally not being able to breathe as well, and I'm tired all the time. I just feel bad, and I know I look it too.

I weigh the most I've weighed in over 15 years, and my body is unhappy about it. Also, I think I'm becoming addicted to sugar.

Its been years since I have kept anything sweet in the house. I mean YEARS! Now I pretty much have something every day that's bad for me. Weather its a bite size candy bar from the bowl at work, or my weekend binge of whatever treat I buy myself at the grocery store, ( sometimes dark chocolate, this past weekend it was muffins and cookies), and I've been very close to going whole hog (pun intended) and buying out a shelf of Little Debbie snacks! (a childhood obsession because we were never allowed to have them)

So I'm looking forward to being given a liquid diet program on the 28th.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it! I think the simplicity of it will be a good thing. And I am trying to get rid of bad things in the mean time, of course, buying NEW bad things doesn't help that cause. In the end I'm sure I'll end up throwing bags of food away like I used to.

Years ago, when I was still thinner from my maximum weight loss, but starting to gain weight back, I would often go into my fridge, cabinets and freezer and throw away bags full of food. I couldn't even wait to give it away, I had to get rid of it right then, only to go buy more the next week.

I recently skipped a week going to the grocery store and felt really strange. Like something was missing.

I just want this whole process to get rolling. I know I could be dieting already but something in my head is just not on board with it. Its like I feel like I have to wait to go to the Dr, get their program and THEN start. Until that point its like a race to get everything yummy and bad in so I wont miss anything. Last Meal Syndrome.

Crazy.....My VERY unhealthy relationship with food.

The therapist I started seeing I'm still a bit unsure about. I mean I've only seen her 2 times so we have a lot to build on. I guess I feel like I'm at a loss of where to start with her. There are so many things to talk about and I'm just all over the place.

I'll try to focus on one thing this week and see how that goes. Until then...still waiting.

Letting Go

There have been times in my life where I've had to release people from my fold. its never easy and in this case its down right horrible.

Ive been going back and forth with this terrible thing inside me for so long though that I just have to let it go.

Its my sister. Well, one of them anyway. Weve had our fights before but this one Im afraid were just not going to get over.

In the past, its usually my frustration with her for one reason or another that boils over and I announce that "Im Done", which lasts for a while. A few months sometimes, but something usually brings us back together.

This time it involves her boyfriend. Someone she is so crazy about that unless they were to be apart, we will never be able to resolve things.

Its a long story, but to sum it up, he and I don't get along. To the point of screaming arguments, and I just cant take that kind of negative energy.

The funny part about it that he brow beats me about being negative. I think hes confusing negativity with living in reality. The negativity I think that's felt is perhaps my general dislike of him, and his of me.

In any case, after much heartbreaking inner struggle, I've decided to let them both go.

She sent me one email after our last blow out saying there must be a way to get past this, and I sent her one back (copying him as well) explaining the circumstances of my decision. I've had no response from her, and she is generally acting like nothing is wrong.

Unfortunately during all this my parents are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary, which is a wonderful thing, but we are throwing them a surprise party so we HAVE to communicate.

Its been rough. I have bitter resentment built up inside me. I feel it every time a read an email or think of them. I hate that feeling. I want so badly to be free of it, and Im working toward that goal.

Its a personal thing. I doubt she is suffering the way I am, only because Beth has the ability to dismiss things in a way that I cant.

So my goal is to branch out and start spending time with my other friends. The ones that have been neglected these past years due to my closeness with her. It was so easy with her you see. We are a lot alike, but not really in healthy ways.

Timing wise, since my goals these days are leaning more toward trying to achieve some sense of health, this is probably they best thing in the end.

It would be easier if I could assure myself of never, or at least rarely, having to deal with her again, but since shes family, AND since I've integrated her into my friend group over the years, (which now I totally regret), I will have to deal with her, AND get over my bitterness as well. No one wants to hear it.

Which brings me to another point of this story. I'm also annoyed that I feel little support from the few friends that I have told whats going on, and I'm hurt and pissed about it. I know I'm not perfect, and I know I can be annoying too, but in this case I feel so strongly that I'm right, and I'm the one that's owed an apology, that I just cant believe they don't have my back.

Also, sometimes (despite the fact that I've been in this same situation between 2 people that don't talk anymore), I resent them still being her friend. I cant help it.

BUT, because this very scenario has happened to a past friend of mine, one that couldn't let go of the fact that his ex-boyfriend was still close to most if not all of his old friends, AND that some of them actually preferred the ex's company to his, I can NOT, and WILL NOT, behave like he did.

Drunken fights and lectures to friends about how much I resent their keeping contact with Beth and John will not help my cause.

Its been very hard, but I haven't mentioned it to people much, and really only to those closest to me. Reactions have been a bit of shock over the details of the actual fight, and that's about it.

Maybe its partly because I really have announced my separation with her over and over throughout the years. Maybe its because I didn't get along with her Ex either, Robert, and for a long time my family at least kept thinking it was all me.

I feel like they probably think that this time too, even though I remind them that everything I had said about the ex Beth herself admitted to after they divorced.

Another thing that makes my blood boil I guess.

Thats part of all this too. Im TIRED of having my blood boil!! I want to live at peace and be happy. Some of it comes from within I know. My inability to let things go. But it had to start from someplace, and they are the source.

Im not saying they are horrible people. Quite the opposite. They, with each other, and freinds alike are fun and wonderful. Well, until John starts drinking that is...

In any case, I feel a little abandoned and it sucks.

God I wish I could just move away and start over!

Im so tired of going through this crap with people. I feel so trapped and have for so long.

I am trying to work on myself whether people realize it or not. Each time a cranky thought starts to bloom in my head about them I say, outloud to myself, STOP!!! I dont even want to think bad thoughts about them, I just want to LET IT GO!!!

Also, I took my first steps to mental wellness this week in a big way. I FINALLY found a therapist. I dont know how shes going to work out after only one session, but I tell you, I spilled a ton of stuff out in that fifty minutes, and walked away feeling better, so hopefully this will be exactly what I need to get my head on straight.

Actually I think Ive needed this for YEARS, and regret not trying to go sooner.

Well, no time like the present, right?

Anyway, Im trying to let go.

Put Off!

Frustrated. I was supposed to be well on my way by now with a program, but Im not. As it turns out, I have to do all of the insurance things, (ie. 6 months of medically supervised diet and exercise) on my own, so I went to the Emory Bariatric site today thinking that I could at least use them for that, and turns out, they do the sleeve surgery after all. I dont know if I just missed that previously or if they just started with it, but either way, Im going the Emory route now.

Unfortunately, the Emory route is a rigid scheduled thing that apparently is quite popular since I cant even get my starting appointment until July 28th.

So yes, Im frustrated, but Im moving forward with it in any case.

I did have one positive step, well hopefully. I found a therapist last week and will see her next Tuesday for the first time. This, Im hoping, will be a key element in me figuring some things out, which in turn I hope will help me with my weight issues.

In the mean time Ive really not been trying at all. Been very lazy and eating whatever I want to. I dont feel good about it, and I have no idea why Im being so lazy in my decisions recently. Maybe that will be addressed in therapy.

Im glad, though, however long it might take, that Im still pressing onward. Usually by now Id have given up, and I almost did last week when I found out the news about having to track down all these needed services myself.

I hope Emory will be my answer for all of it.

Well see.

Update: Month 1 starts June 2011

The seminar on the 12th was really nothing more than 5 people in a small room watching a video, then being given a packet of forms to fill out and bring back. Its taken me almost 2 weeks to get my act together enough to get the forms done, and today I'm bringing them to the office to turn in. They review the documents, evaluate, then set the first appointment, which they say takes about 2 weeks, so I will officially be in the first of my 6 month evaluation in June. Really, the timing couldn't be better since I dont want to actually have the surgery until January. I also dont want to tell my Dr that for fear he will think I'm not committed. Its not that, its just I know this is going to be a hard thing for me to deal with. No drinking, and no eating normal foods for months and over the holidays? Forget it. Not the best way to start the plan I suspect.

Im almost done with my smoking, which is good, since I filled out the forms saying Id already quit. I smoked one cigarette on Thursday night, one Friday, and one Saturday. Sunday I smoked I think 2 or 3. All while drinking so Im feeling pretty good about that.

My eating has been off the charts though. I nearly made myself sick yesterday eating frozen birthday cake. Why do I have frozen birthday cake? Well my friend Anne had a birthday last week and I had the idea to got her a cake for the pool party we had Saturday, and of course, in the back of my head, I really wanted that cake so I could have some. Boy did I!!! I scoffed 2 pieces in the kitchen when no one was looking after it had been cut, then I took home the leftovers, meaning (seriously) to give it to Beth for her boyfriend John, but she got out of the car and didnt take it, and I didnt remind her to take it. So I got home, cut half of what was left which I guess equaled a little less than 1/4 of the cake, and froze it. Frozen frosting is delicious. Reminds me of being a kid and getting Baskin Robins ice cream cakes.

I had some of it upon waking Sunday morning after "brunch", then before I went to bed I polished the rest off. Thank god Id sent the other chunk home with Beth at that point.

Its so strange to me that my craving for sweets has gotten so bad recently.

I dont know if its because Im allowing myself to have them for the first time in well, forever, without guilt, so Im going nuts, or if its something else.

I do know Ive been a cranky bitch lately. I put this down to having gone over a year and a half with no sex. I feel very unattractive and out of balance.

My body feels like all of the sudden its barreling down hill where as before I almost didnt notice the slow decline.

I know Im the heaviest ive ever been in my life, and since I felt like I needed to gain weight for the qualification of insurance for the sleeve procedure, Ive been hitting fast food and crap daily.

I was so sick of fast food that I had a salad last week for dinner and thought it was the best thing Id ever eaten!

Also, the thought of all these years constantly worrying about every bite I put in my mouth, (often eating whatever I want away then just feeling the guilt afterwards), then suddenly eating crap...a LOT of crap, on purpose, so I can GAIN 8 lbs is just hard to wrap my head around.

I still dont know if I can even qualify if I lose weight over the next 6 months. Im not sure how that works.

They say I have to have a BMI of 50 to qualify for the sleeve surgery, and my thought is, well, even if I have one now, if Im supposed to be on a supervised weight loss program for the next 6 months, isint it logical to think I will be under that at the time of the end of that period?

I guess these are questions I will have to ask my Dr when I get in for that first appointment.

I have to say, going to the little session was a little nerve racking. I felt embarrassed waling in. There was a waiting room full of fat people waiting for their own surgical miracle who all turned to look at who was coming in, and I rushed right past them. I guess thats something Im going to need to get used to. Poking, prodding, staring.

Oh, part of the paperwork required that I take a front and side view photo of myself. It actually said to wear clothing that doesnt conceal, meaning they want to see as much fat as possible. Dramatic I thought. I took my photos in my normal clothes. I look very fat, so I hope it is satisfying.

I also look 50 years old, and miserable. I didnt feel like I was frowning in them, but it looks like Im about to cry or something. I think that the fat on my face is so bad its just dragging it all down. Disgusting. Seeing them made me want to hide in my house until its all over.

Will it ever be over though?

One of the 5 people in the viewing room at the Drs office was a former bypass patient. When she said that I was visibly shocked I think. I cant understand how its possible to gain so much weight back after having this surgery. ANY of the surgeries. It appears to be though, so Ive still got my work cut out for me.

Keeping moving.

Ready Set GO!

Today I will be going to my first "appointment" for surgery. Its actually not even an appointment, its a seminar that you are required to attend in order to get an appointment at Kennestone Bariatric.

Its really amazing to me the hoops you are made to jump through in order to get this surgery. Everyone talks about the raging obesity problem in America, and the cost of health care associated with it, and yet the things that can help cure (or at least control) it are made so expensive, inaccessible, or an incredible pain in the ass that people just don't do it.

My hope today is to get an idea of what I'm really facing, should I go through with this procedure, IF I can even be qualified for this procedure, which is another annoyance.

Ive been eating like a cow the last week or so actually trying to GAIN 8 lbs to put me in the zone for the procedure. Guess what...Ive lost 5 lbs. Crazy.

So Ive decided that I will just beg them to say I weigh 10lbs, or how ever many (cant be much more than that) more lbs than I do so my stupid insurance will cover the procedure.

Again...crazy. if they cant or wont do that, I'm going to have to go with another alternative. Im NOT getting a band, and I'm NOT getting regular bypass.

I'm a little nervous about this today. Although its not anything like the stuff I will be doing if I go to the Emory appointment in June, its still a step acknowledging that I'm here, I'm doing this.

I'm keeping the Emory appointment though, just in case I cant have the sleeve procedure at Kennestone because I know they have an Optifast program.

I'm hoping that today I can find out if Kennestone will be able to put me on Optifast. I'm hoping that if I can start to do that, maybe I wont need the surgery.

I don't know why I feel like I need a Dr's supervision to diet..well not even diet..to starve myself. I know that you have to do Optifast for a while right before the procedure, which ever one you go with. Its suppose to put you into Ketosis as we as shrink your liver, making the procedure easier.

Also, since you have to be on all liquids right after the procedure for I think a month, ( Ive read different things) I guess it gets your mind ready for that change, and sets up a level of commitment which clearly you must have in order to do this.

I'm continuing to read blogs and studies about the procedures and all roads point to GS. My only real reservation about it is if I have issues after the procedure, I will have them for the rest of my life, because you cant reverse it. Its PERMANENT.

So many risks, but so far everyone I have even mentioned this to have been so all gung-ho about it I'm almost in shock. I fell like yelling in their faces.."Don't you realize how HARD this is going to be for me!?? Don't you know what I'll be giving up? How much my life will change? How I will never EVER be able to do normal things?!! How RISKY it is? Is me being FAT REALLY THAT BIG A DEAL??!!"

I guess it is.

I'm not doing this for anyone else either, I guess I just thought someone would show signs of protest for the risk of my life alone, much less the miserable way I'll have to live afterwards where food is concerned.

I guess what I really need to focus on is the fact that Im going to have to say good-bye to food. I'm going to have to let it be a fuel and not something I enjoy, which frankly, sucks.

I keep wondering, what about my cooking? What about dinner parties? What about wine parings? These are things a truly enjoy and will miss horribly. When I lost weight on my own 11 years ago I stopped cooking. I stopped eating so I HAD to stop cooking. I imagine this will go the same way. It makes me depressed to even think about it.

Not the eating, the preparing, the serving of food. I mean cooking is something I'm GREAT at. Something Ive actually considered over and over making an actual career. Could I still do that? I don't see how.

Id like to meet a chef thats had WL surgery. That would be something.

In the mean time I'm STILL looking for a therapist, which is proving harder than I imagined. I think that therapy is going to really play a key part in any weight loss I might have whatever the method.

So we will see what happens today. Onward and upward.

Progress

Progress, how ever slow, is still just that.

After my last post I have more or less been obsessed with finding out how people have reacted to this radical surgery, and during my wanderings found a procedure that Id never heard of. The Duodenal Switch, which is like a Gastric Sleeve and a modified Bypass. The Sleeve part is where they basically cut off 3/4 of your stomach and staple it back up, boom, thats it. No rearranging the intestines, no "pouch", so far less complications to begin with, well, there are complications, just different ones I guess. THEN they take a portion of your small intestine and basically cut it off from the base of your stomach where it would normally empty into, and shorten it, making the stomach contents, which are far smaller than they used to be, dump directly into the digestive loop portion of the intestine, which cases malabsorption. Thus, the combo of the smaller stomach, which does not allow for as much food in general, and the malabsorption, which basically dumps a serious percentage of the the food that does make it down out of your body.

The good part is, of course, you lose weight. The bad part is, you have to be VERY careful to pound 40-50 pills (vitamins and supplements) a day for the rest of your life or you will literally die from malnutrition. Of course before you got to the death stage you would certainly know something was wrong, especially when your teeth and hair started to fall out.

Not a pretty picture.

The Sleeve procedure alone, however, does not touch the intestines at all, which makes for a slower, but still effective weight loss, much like the band, but there is no malabsorption. The down side is, you can gain weight back easier.I have read, however, that due to the stomach being cut to such a small size it can never be as big as it once was, so you would not be able to gain back to the weight you were. I wouldn't want to test that theory though.

The worst complications I have read about for those 2 surgeries range from not tolerating certain foods or alcohol (Boo Hiss!!!) to having a leak in the stomach after surgery causing MAJOR problems and additional surgeries.

Then again, some people have been able to eat just about anything and drink just fine, only the alcohol hits you harder and for some, goes away faster. Plus it slows, or can even stop altogether, your weight loss due to the fact that its sugar, and if your drinking your ingesting empty calories.

Ive been reading a lot about he alcohol part, knowing my love of the drink, and I feel like if the worst that happens is I cant ever drink again it wouldn't be a horrible consequence. Would I probably absolutely HATE it at first? Yes. I sometimes think that this procedure would be more successful for me if I COULDN'T drink ever again. Even if I hated it.

I love to drink...WAY too much, and even my justification of only drinking on the weekends doesn't get me around the fact that when I do drink I drink an enormous amount at one time, lately leaving me hung over all day and unable to do basic things. It also tends to be a driving factor in any social activity I might have the opportunity to attend. Basically if theres not going to be any booze, I aint going! Which, really, is not a good thing.

So part of my decision, for ANY of the surgeries out there is the no drinkie drinkie one. Because there is a possibility that my body will not allow it afterwards. Thats been something Ive read across the board with every type of surgery out there despite the fact that a friend of a friend i know apparently has no problems with it. I think its just the luck of the draw.

As far as the band and the regular bypass, thats out. After reading about the complications and the way you have to eat and drink afterwards, forever, I think not. Heres the kicker though, the Sleeve and the Duodenal Switch are only covered under my insurance if I have a BMI of 50 or more. FIFTY!!!! Ridiculous!!!

This is partly I think because its really not done as often or by as many surgeons and so its still considered to be a "new" surgery. Its been done since the mid 80's though and all the risks combined, I think its the way to go. Well, one of the 2 is anyway.

So I made phone calls. Based on my sister, Beth recommendation I started at Emory Bariatric Clinic. Its Emory after all, top notch, right? Well I guess a bunch of other people think that too since I cant even get an initial appointment until June 23rd!!! But I figured Ive waited this long, I can wait a little longer to get started. In the mean time I continued my research and thats when I came across the DS procedure. Id heard of the sleeve before and I dont think Emory even does it, so after reading about the DS I looked for a local surgeon in my area that performs it. Turns out there are only 2 in the state of Georgia!

Fortunately, one of those is very near my office, so I decided to call them and see what the deal is.

I dont know if they are less busy, but I do know Im going to an "Informative Workshop" discussing the procedures done at the hospital by this Dr. next Thursday. The conversation I had with the woman on the phone at Kennestone Hospital ( the DS place) was where I found out that my BMI needs to be 50 or higher to have Blue Cross Blue Shield Highmark cover this surgery. Im at.....(drum-roll please)...49.1. YIKES!! I thought that was bad enough but apparently Im about 8-10 lbs off to qualify.

She asked me if I was sure about my height, and I told her Id just been measured that Monday at my Drs office. She said, "now Im not telling you to lie about it, but just so you know, if you WERE 5'7", instead of 5'8", you would qualify."

(side note....apparently Im shrinking...I used to be 5'10")

She suggested that I I ask to be weighed and measured at the seminar. UGH!

Humiliation aside, Im doing it. Screw it. I figure in this adventure to come Im going to experience a LOT of humiliating moments involving weighing, measuring, and naked giggly parts being exposed to total strangers so I might as well get used to it.

Now Im left with the sinking feeling of, what if I dont qualify for the Sleeve or DS? I really dont want to get either of the other operations, but I feel like I will be giving up if I dont.

I always worry about the "what if" before there is a need to worry though, so this time Im going to try not to.

Not giving up, not stopping the process. Ive even still kept my Emory appointment just in case this one doesnt work out, just in case.

I will say reading the stories on line from people who have seriously regretted these surgeries..ALL types of them...do scare me, but I have to believe there are many more success stories out there as well. Ive seen some of those too, just freak out about the bad ones I guess.

All I know is if in a year from now I can be writing about the freakish amount of weight Ive lost since January I will be happy. Hopefully.