I went through a few days where I was literally saying goodbye to people. Everyone thought that I was over reacting but I was truely convinced that this was it. I had to constantly remind myself of why I was doing this: to not be sweating all the time, to not have my knees hurt when walking, to not get diabetes in the future, to live longer, to be healthier, and for me most importantly, to be a good example to my kids when I finally do have them.
Being heavy has held me back. I constantly feel as though people are judging me by my weight and not by my worth. I am a worthy person, of love and of good things in life. You only live these days once. Once the day is over, it's gone forever. I just want to be able to look back at my life when I am older and know that I took chances and I tried to make things better for myself. To know that I did try to live life to its fullest.
The 30 minutes before surgery while I was sitting on the gurney in my gown with my IV in, I was texting my brother who was telling me, "it's not too late to back out. I can come get you and you can go home and think about it" I found comfort in being so sure of this decision.
And it's something that I don't regret. I am only 2 weeks post op. but I am learning just how strong of a person I can be. And it's nice to see that food doesn't control me anymore.