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Tomorrow, Tomorrow, The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow
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It's been one amazing roller coaster ride to this point. From the informational seminar to surgery in 7 weeks. Of course it only went this fast because I decided to pay for it myself. Through all of the doctor's visits (and there were plenty), the psych eval and preop preparation it just seemed to be something I was going to make happen "in the future". It reverberated in my mind like every other attempt I've made at "permanent" weight loss -- something that I was going to accomplish in the future. Funny thing though, no matter how hard I tried, how much I dieted, spent, read, exercised, ate (or didn't eat) the goal was never within my grasp. The stick seemed to get longer and the carrot farther and farther away.
Now, I stand on the brink of my new life and I'm out of snappy comebacks and urbane witticisms. I'm just, well, just QUIET --- quiet -- which is something incredibly unusual for me. I'm not scared, I'm not worried about any "what if" scenarios, I'm just peaceful. I usually never sit back long enough to contemplate my navel so to speak, but here goes. I've had enough surgeries in the past to understand the risks and complications surrounding any procedure. I've faced total disability and helplessness and been knocked flat by life and the only way I could look WAS up. Somehow this seems so different. Maybe because I've struggled with my weight for 50 years and have had only fleeting glimpses of victory. I know what it looked like and I know what it felt like -- it just never lasted -- ever. Somehow that's what I can't seem to get my mind around -- lasting success at something I've failed at for years. It just doesn't seem real. But, I know it is. I know because I've seen proof here on VST. (Which I think has been a godsend for me.)
I have been in a quasi funk -- quasi because I really am not down so I'm not sure that "funk" is apropos. I haven't really been able to muster much energy for anything other than "consuming" every post and link on this site. Not sure what I was looking for, but I had to be connected somehow. I've been able to shove every other thought about what I should, must or need to do aside for the last few days and just "be". I'm not sure that that makes any sense, maybe it's the lack of carbs from the 2 week liquid preop stage, but it makes sense in my head (and since everyone there knows me it's all good). I have started pulling together my ditty bag for the hospital, readied my nails (haven't seen them without a silk wrap and polish in so long they look "funny" au natural) and double checking my preop prep list. I have my last consult with the surgeon today at 5:00 pm. I'm down 10 lbs from my first consult so it should be ok. I have to be at the hospital at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow and I wish it were here already. (I really don't like the waiting game!)
I'm not sure what the future holds, but I know WHO holds it, so I'm not worried or afraid. I'm just sitting back for now and saying that final "adieu Madame" to the old me and anxiously awaiting the long hoped for and dreamed about introduction to the "new" a/k/a "real" me. The "normal" body finally hooking up with that "such a pretty face" gal. After all these years, Who'da thunk it????