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My story... That really got me thinking. It amazes me what I've given up for food. First and foremost, my health. When I was diagnosed with diabetes in May, I decided that was it. Time for a positive change. I'd been contemplating gastric bypass for about 5 years and had attended a few seminars during those years, but it wasn't until the diabetes diagnosis that I made the decision. Now it's full steam ahead! 16 days to go!
I have worked very hard at isolating myself. The hardest part of my upcoming journey will be the emotional issues I will be forced to deal with. At least that's what I anticipate now. My fat is my barrier, my buffer. My safe-zone. My scapegoat. I didn't really start to hate it - really hate it - until it started making me sick. Sure, I've always dreamed of waking up and being skinny one day but that was more a private joke than anything else. Now it will be a reality (if all goes well) and as fabulous as that is, it's pretty scary, too.
