TT with Lipo on Flanks and MR

My consult day is finally here! I'm waiting for Dr. T to come in the room. Excited and nervous at the same time. I have tons of questions...hope I don't annoy him.

As I was typing this he just popped his head in and apologized for the delay and said he would be right with me. What doctor does that?? So polite. I already like him :-)

So I had my consult the other day with Dr. T and I have to say the reviews on this site are spot on. His overview of the process and examination were very thorough. I had prepared a list of questions for him, but I didn't have to ask 80% of them because he went over them on his own!

I am not close to my ideal weight, but I have struggled over the past few years to get the weight off. The problem is, I work my a$$ off, going to the gym, dieting, etc., and I see results everywhere except for my tummy. Then I get frustrated and upset...and fall off the wagon. Then I get back on. Rinse and Repeat. Over and over again.

I took a picture of myself the other day to post here...and I was SHOCKED at how bad it looked. I think once you are so used to looking at your "imperfection" it doesn't seem as bad....until you see it in a photo. Oooooof. It made me want to cry. I will post a before picture soon...I just haven't reached that point mentally yet.

So now, I have the paperwork to secure my date. It's filled out. And for some reason I'm second guessing my decision. Anyone else feel this way??? I have been obsessing over this decision for months. I want it sooooo bad.

Every day is a struggle. I hate getting dressed for work. I hate standing up in front of a group of people to present because I am paranoid that they are looking at my belly and wondering why the hell I look five months pregnant.

I just want to buy a pair of pants that fit my waist...and don't sag on my butt and legs.

And yet, I have this paperwork and I decided to sleep on it before faxing it over. I'm such a weirdo.

I hope to use this procedure not as a weight loss strategy, but to jumpstart it. In fact, if I never lost another pound, but my belly was not a drooping mess I'd die happy.

December 19th! Eeeek!!