My surgery will be in about 3 weeks from now. I had my last meeting with my surgeon yesterday and it's like it finally hit me. The whole time ive been so excited... Don't get me wrong, I still am... It's just that it's always felt so far away. And now it seems so real! My new life will be here before I know it! How exciting. But also emotional.

Last night I was laying in bed with my husband and thinking about what my new, healthy life will be like. But then I starting thinking about my body and how it will change. And for some reason I got emotional. This is the body I've always had. This is the body my husband fell in love with. And this won't be my body anymore(after some time and hard work, of course). And trust me, I'm thankful to trade it in for a new, skinny, healthy, shiny one... But for some reason, there are going to be parts of this body I think I may miss.

Did anyone else go through something like this?

I do feel as I get closer to goal my face is wrinklier but people always tell me I look younger now...who knows? Its definitely worth it and sometimes I cant believe how my knees etc dont hurt anymore, its sometimes like walking on air. (I am 48)

I do understand the fear of what the new body will look like, but for different reasons than some of you. I am three weeks from being 62 years old. My face doesn't look that old because my fat fills in the wrinkles around my eyes and on my neck. I have warned my husband that I will look older than I do now and maybe even look older than my real age due to the loose skin that might happen. That is scarry, but my choice was to stay fat (and younger looking) until I died of complications of extended and uncontrolled high blood pressure and diabetes, or to look older and get to really live to be as old as I will look. Sometimes the vanity still kicks in and I fear the wrinkles but I have to choose life.