I'm so sick of being sick and tired!
My own fault. I jump on the wagon and I fall off the wagon. I hop back on and then throw myself off. This time though, I face planted into pavement!
I went to a doctor appointment a few weeks back. I hadn't been there in a couple of years. I figured I might as well get all my ailments out there on the table and discuss them with my Doc. After over an hour of speaking with the Resident Doctor, he went and discussed everything with my actual Doctor H.
Doctor H comes in the room goes over everything briefly......and then he drops a bomb. "I think you'd be an excellent candidate for Weight Loss Surgery!" I think my face turned white! I got nervous all of the sudden and was at a loss for words. All I could get out was, that's dangerous....it scares me. Doctor H was quick to say there's different options, you don't have to have the Gastric Bypass. You need to go to the consult and talk with the doctor at least.
I've always felt I could lose this battle with the bulge on my own. I didn't need to do anything drastic besides buckle down and get serious. Unfortunately, my buckling down didn't have a safety lock! I fell off (the wagon) many times!!!
I still want to do this on my own. Nothing feels more successful as saying I lost it all on my own!!! I started back to it this past week. After sitting in ER all night with my youngest son, I had a bad day of eating yesterday. But I got back to it this morning.
I'm giving it the last ol' college try! I NEED to do this on my own. No more f*cking around!
