Almost there!
All I can think of today is the fact that in a little over one week,
after working on it for 8 months, my life will change forever when I
have my gastric bypass on November 5. I've been a mass of emotion,
worried that I'll be sick afterwards, that I won't be able to choke
down enough protein (I hate that powder), that my hair will fall
out. On the plus side, my wonderful 24 year old daughter has already
made plans for the shopping trips we will go on, I've been receiving
encouraging words from family and friends, and my 14 year old son
says, "I'm your Number One Fan, Mom!" How lucky am I? I want, so
much, for this to work, as do (did) we all. Is November 5 my new
birthday? Would you all do it all over again? Is being thin as
wonderful as it looks? I guess I'll find out! Good luck to us all.
Laci