9 days to go...nervcited.

My entire life has been filled with anxiety over my weight, my appearance. My earliest memory of being told to watch what I eat and that I was fat was at least 6yo. Over the last 5 years, I've lost 100lbs. I've fixed my exceptionally crooked teeth. I've earned a masters degree. I've bought a house and become the first person in my family to own a home. I have much to be proud of. But I still am not satisfied. I still look in the mirror or at my lap and feel like that same young girl who would cry and squeeze her rolls. So now I have done all the research, paid all the money (thank you for 12mo financing Care Credit), and am using all my vacation days to try to make that little girl inside me happy. Satisfied.

Friday morning is nearly here. In 7 hours I’ll be at the surgery center. I’ve decided to post photos because so many of you before me were brave enough and that’s a major part of how I’ve come this far.
I’m in a hotel with my husband. I have to be at the surgery center at 6:30am. He asked me if I wanted him to set the alarm for 5:30 and I guffawed, “What?! Why do you think we’re staying 8 minutes away!? How about 6:22?” He decided he’ll get up at 5:45 and start waking me a 6. Such a good man.
Wow. This app is tricky to navigate. Having trouble with the photos. Will add some tomorrow. Goodnight! Send me good vibes! Thanks!!

You know that’s you!