Imredy

Nope, not a misspelling. It was a message.

While driving to my exercise consultation I was still mulling over in my head the decision to get the band. I am self pay and we had to take a loan out to cover the $16K surgery.

The little bit of savings that we were putting away is going to have to be used to make the loan payments for the next five years. That brings a lot of guilt. BUT on the other hand if my husband needed this surgery I would not hesitate to spend the money. So, you get the idea of the war going on inside of my head.:thumbup:

As I’m driving a white car cuts in front of me at a red light. No big deal. Then the license plate caught my eye….IMREDY….! Instantly I knew that message was for me. I am ready.

I am ready to be more active with my husband. I am ready to do yard work and not have to sit on the ground to pull weeds. I am ready to be able to put my shoes on without sitting on the bed and pulling one leg up at a time. I am ready to see body parts that have been hidden by other fat body parts. I am ready to look good (ahem…BETTER) in a pair of tight jeans again. I am ready to begin my new life.

….and that life begins on June 2nd.