December 21st. That is the day I take the plunge. I am nervous, scared, and excited. My goal is 175 lbs. I feel that I will achieve, but of course, I worry about the finality of it all. Then I remember ho long I have pondered this and that I am ready. Ready for change, ready for commitment, ready for life. I am not going to be consumed by the claustrophobia of limitations. I am ready to go easy, be contented, and savor moderation. I'm not a dog in the pound. The food will not run out. I will have plenty. Plenty of life, love, and peace. Change is coming and I am prepared for it.

I'll be sleeved in a week and I concur.

That's a good way to look at it - my date is 12/27! I'm still nervous as well, but not enough to let it stop me from going through with it! No way! :biggrin2:

Congratulations, it is almost time. You said something that is so key, "the food will not run out." I remind myself of that when I am eating something I really enjoy, and want more, but am full. I remind myself, I can't eat any more of this now, but I can enjoy it again later. Having that kind of control is a wonderful feeling.