I have a two-year-old, and there are some things I can't do with him because of my weight and related back pain. He prefers my mother or my husband who can do those things with him. That really hurts. I knew I really needed to lose the weight. I'd had doctors recommend surgery, but I never even considered it because I'm extremely squeamish.
My "that's it" moment: I decided to give the diet another try. Then I wondered what would make this time any different from all the other times I'd tried. I remembered that lovely saying: The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting to get a different result. And even if I did lose the weight, I'd be fighting my hunger forever, and I knew I couldn't live that way. I'd tried everything else, and surgery was all that was left. If I was really serious about losing weight, I'd have to get over this fear of surgery. And the more I heard about the surgery, the more I wanted it. It's like someone told me I could be 20 again. I can't wait to have my life back and be able to do things without pain! Two days post-op and I'm optimistic.