I'm like Jessie Spano from Saved by the Bell. So excited but SO SCARED.

I know I'll do fine. I'm in a good head space. I'm following my diet and exercise regime to the letter. Except for that one time because donuts are delicious and ones my employer pays for taste even better.

Of course today I feel like I've got a cold coming on which is the last thing I need. But I have hot tea, hot Soup and some robutussin at the house.

But I'm happy.

Good for you, Hanna! Hope your bug bugs out before the day. I don't think it will stop you if it hangs around, though.

Keep the happy going!

I had to tell one of my work committees about it yesterday because I'm chair and they'll have to handle stuff while I'm away and two of them were like "NO DON'T DO IT! WE CAN HELP YOU!"

And I was like, "Babies, I've been fat since puberty. I've been on every doctor-supervised weight loss regimen out there. There's nothing you can do for me that science hasn't already tried."

But they meant well and it was coming from a place of concern and love.

To most folks an operation is a drastic thing, this is no exception. In my case and probably in yours, drastic action is needed. I would have been dead within a year if I had not lost the 130 pounds, I am certain.

Also, most people know little about the gastric sleeve or any weight loss surgery. Darkness is scary.

LABS DONE!

There were shenanigans with the Upper GI machine. I had to swallow pop rocks from Hell and chase it with Barium only to have the machine keel over before they could take pictures of my stomach.

I got sent over to the main hospital where they just did barium and I got to see pictures of my tummy. Which was cool.

Now I wait.

I don't have a date yet, but I'm assuming it's soon!