44 Years Old, 1 Child, Ready for a Change - Wareham, MA

So I have been to the two required appts with the nutritionist and two appts with the surgeon. Next up are two appts with the psychologist in December. The psych then sets up the three required group meetings and then medical clearance appt. Then get insurance approval and surgery. Feels like I am about halfway there. Doctor happy cause I have lost 7 pounds since 1st meeting. They want me to lose 10-20 lbs. So almost made that goal. On the downside, I have gall stones and need to have my gall bladder removed before having the sleeve done. ???? That will also be done laparoscopically, so four additional holes in my abdomen and more time out of work. Bummer.

I have been changing my eating habits in preparation for this surgery. Some foods are harder to give up, but I am trying. So there is an independent donut shop in my homestate that just closed for a month for sewer updates mandated by the state. I saw on the tv news that they were reopening the other day. I thought this place had closed years ago. I haven't had their donuts in over 20 years. So of course now that I am preparing for surgery I wanted their chocolate frosted old fashion more than you know (or you do know!) My mother, daughter and I made the 100 mile round-trip drive yesterday and got the donuts. Got a bunch for my skinny husband too. We finally get home, I run into the house to use the bathroom. In the five minutes that took, my husband ate MY DONUT. The ONE I picked out for myself. He said it was the first one he saw when he opened the box. Well, I went nuts. Didn't speak to him the rest of the day. He said just eat another one. I didn't want another one (and didn't eat another one). In my mind I was having a food funeral. Once I ate it, I would be done with donuts. I could live with that. But then I didn't get to eat it. My poor husband doesn't understand how emotional this process is. I realize I may not have sounded rational to him, but I had it all worked out in my mind and he ruined it for me. I will try to explain it to him tonight.

I wanted to share something cute my 2.5 year old said this morning. We were getting our coats on to take me to the train and I was commenting to my mother about how my daughter is growing up fast. I asked my daughter "Who is a big girl?" Her answer, "Mommy." Ouch. Yes I am. But not for much longer....