Turning Point

Tomorrow is the surgery. After tomorrow, there’s no looking back. My life will be different forever.

After tomorrow, I’ll have restrictions on what and how much I can eat. I believe these restrictions are necessary for me.

I’ve tried WW. Many times. I’ve tried Atkins. I’ve tried Noom. I’ve worked with nutritionists. I’ve even had a naturopath. The results are always the same. I regain the weight, plus extra.

I’m done with yo-yoing. I want to get down and stay down. This is my best chance of succeeding.

For a while, I won’t be hungry, and that will give me a head start on losing weight and cementing healthy habits. Eventually, I will start to feel hungry again, but by then, hopefully, I’ll have adapted to a different lifestyle and be able to manage uncertainty better.

Staying thin was not hard in my teens and twenties, and obesity does not run on either side of my family. I wonder what changed for me. All I can think of was my mother dying. I guess I used to be more active, too.

Maybe it’s not important, so long as I work it out now.

That’s my story for today. Tune in tomorrow for pre and post procedure coverage.