So 16 vials of blood later and it turns out I am am vitamin D3 deficient. I have a friend, Laurie, who has been on me for years to take vitamin D. And I have from time to time taken it, but not consistent enough to make a lasting impact. And now, the choice is not mine. I will be taking this particular supplement for the rest of my life, which is just fine by me. It’s a small price to pay. It could have been much worse. They could’ve cancelled my surgery. The DS (“Switch”) procedure that I’m having leaves you somewhat malnourished and I already had a regimen I was going to have to abide by, I’m just adding this vitamin early. I feel pretty good overall that after all that blood work and all those tests this was the only serious finding.
I am now 25 days away from surgery. I’ve been studying my binder more regularly — it has more meaning to me now. I’m a little nervous. Not for the surgery really, but for the lifestyle change. Always having been an emotional eater, I’m nervous to how I’ll handle emotional things now. I suspect counseling is in my future, especially as things arise. I’m good with that.
I am prepared, overall. I feel good about my decision. Happy I have come so far. I am ready for the change, for the work, for the new relationship with my food. I never thought I’d arrive here. It feels so long since I started this journey. I look forward to a new beginning. I am ready.