You know... people keep saying to me (psychologist, nurse, dietician, surgeon, etc) that I am going to lose weight; that the expectation is I will literally halve myself. I just simply *cannot* imagine it. I can't. I dream about it, don't get me wrong, but... at the risk of sounding like a sad sack, nothing I try has ever worked out before, and I am bigger than I have ever been before, so how is this any different? The logical side of my brain knows that it will be different and that - because of what will happen, surgically - I *must* lose weight, but I just... can't imagine it.
My surgery date is the 18th. Because we're 16 or 20 hours ahead of you, my 18th will be your 17th, but I have 9 sleeps to go. Nerves are starting to ramp up, hehe... I guess mostly because I'm worried that I'm going to do do all of this, and still be the female equivalent of the Michelin Man.
Luckily, I quite like chicken broth, lol...