Friday morning, at 07:30 a guy is gonna assemble a team that will excommunicate a LARGE part of my stomach. Before noon, something is gonna be missing and not missed. I feel like this is a long time comin'. I am ready. I am excited. My brother said today that he's gonna have to "get used to me being skinny". I said "easy there, one day at a time. gimme a year or so before you do"

Oh I had lamented over things like the crossover addictions and have (long ago) decided to seek therapy. At the same time I started the pre-approval regimine, I started to see a therapist to hash out underlying issues. Why I built a cocoon-like shelter around my body. Why was I fat to begin with. Discussed psychological changes, changes in tastes, habits, etc.

I feel calm and ready. No longer anxious or fearful, Friday will get here soon enough.

September 23rd, I'm coming and I'm bringing my fundus with me!!!

I'm right behind you, Wednesday 9/28. We got this! Can't wait to see you with your sleeve on! :-)