The die is cast. I have a date. I am slated to have surgery in TJ on May 21st, 2013.
Looking back over a not so distant span of time I find myself in the midst of a pre-op diet for gastric sleeve surgery. I have purchased tickets to fly to San Diego and told only my wife and two youngest children. I am going alone because I don’t want to worry about her worrying about me. This is all about me. I am doing this for me. Yes I could fall back on the moral high ground that it will help improve my health.
Don’t get me wrong I do want to reduce my mortality rate so I can be there for my family. The truth is I want to be there for me too. I just want to feel better physically and enjoy life. Depression, low self esteem, and poor physical health is not a trifecta for happiness.
So I find myself in queue for a potentially life changing surgery. A serious operation with real risks those are irrevocable. I will still be the same overbearing, triple plated, yard wide, died in the wool, pompous ass I have always been. I may change but if I am lucky there will be less of me whatever my disposition. The prospect of my journey coupled with determination and hard work ending in successful weight loss is enough to justify the risk for me.
(Gastric Sleeve a Rational Decision)