My surgery is scheduled for just over a week now. Like a week and a half. Wow. Time has flown by.
I’m worried about losing my hair. I’m worried it won’t work. I’m anxious that it will. I’m excited that I might get off medicine. I’m hopeful I will get rid of the sleep apnea. I can only imagine not taking all the medicine that I do now, because my blood pressure and thyroid has been resolved.
I had my pre op physical yesterday. My doctor looked at my ankles/calves, that are huge because they retain fluids, and she said ‘wouldn’t it be great if this got resolved?’ She is so excited for me. She knows this is the best thing for me. I know it is as well. I’m ready.
I asked my six year old if she was nervous for me to have surgery. She said no, it’s just part of your diet right? I explained that they will cut me open for surgery. Then she said ‘well NOW I’m nervous.’ But she is ready to help mom get better.
I went to the eye dr yesterday and ended up talking to one of the assistants there about the surgery. She said her dad was going to do it but gave up when they wanted him to do 6 months of supervised diet. Well, that’s what the insurance companies want. They want to know you are committed to a huge change. If you can’t do six months, how can you do the rest of your life? If you think this is a quick fix, this isn’t for you. If you think the hardest part is the surgery, this isn’t for you.
It’s a huge change. A massive commitment. I’ve researched. I’ve read books. I’ve joined web groups. I’ve followed blogs. I’ve been making myself drink 64-80 ounces of water a day for over a month. I haven’t had pop or booze in like 2 months. I’ve already changed the way I’m viewing food. I’m already prepping myself for moving more and eating less.
I am mentally prepared for this. Now let’s tackle the physical part. I’m going all in.