I told my husband, because I was worried about how he'd feel about it. He likes meaty women, and has always told me he didn't care how big I got as long as I was happy and healthy. Well, I've been happy, but now I'm not healthy, so he is supporting me. I told my sister because we're close, and she works at the hospital where I'm having the surgery done which could be a plus if I run into a problem. After much nagging from her, I relented and told my mom, who has been hounding about my weight relentlessly for the past 30 years. She has even gone so far as to snatch a deviled egg out of my hand at a barbecue and told me I didn't need to eat it. Now that she knows, she hasn't said a word to me about my weight. My sons are another matter. When I first mentioned the possibility, they were adamant that they did not want me to do it, and insisted that all I needed to do was eat less and exercise more. Easy for them to say. Other than that, I've told no one. It's just none of their business.