We all came to this decision either because our bodies were screaming at us, we were done with feeling like melted pudding pops...or we were just plain tired of losing a battle with food. I had that question the other day, and I told the person to flash back the last decade as my friend. Extreme bootcamps, working out like a crazy person, health issues, a few months of depression, not going out and when I did, feeling like a elephant in a room. Then I said, this is a TOOL, it isn't going to magically fix anything. I will still need resolve, this procedure is the least complex of my options. I don't want to die at 43 like my grandmother did of a diabetic coma.
I gave it to her from my perspective, not to be mean, but to just say hey, I am an adult, I have thought of both paths 1. the let's waste another two years fighting with the urge to eat and eat irresponsibly (my path behind closed doors thus far) or 2. that will let me be an active grandma, and dance on the beach with my husband, and watch my kids get married. To join the stuff I have been too embarrassed to join. i.e. bellydancing , to join a baseball and soccer team next spring, oooh maybe even rugby. To join ladies night at the golf course and not care what the snotty stepford moms group thinks in our tiny village cause frankly, those women ARE MEAN! lol
This is one of the most important commitments you are ever going to make! A commitment to YOURSELF! I have been married for 11 years now, and this is the first thing I have ever really done for myself. It is bat sh@t crazy scary....but hold your head high, there is no shame in reclaiming your independence from food and starting your life the way YOU want! Best of luck! Just keep positive!