I’m up watching the sun rise on this, the last day of my old life and the first day of my new life. Today I am having weight loss surgery. Not something to be taken lightly, and trust me, I am not.
As I sit here, drinking my Gatorade in preparation for the day, I am both excited and nervous. This is big stuff. I am letting a surgeon take out my stomach and reroute my intestines and I’m doing so electively. Writing those words sounds crazy. But I know why I am here, and I am confident in my decision.
I have had a lot of time to think over the last few months. I have enjoyed foods along the way. I have filled cravings and thought about what it will be like to leave certain foods behind. And I am ready. Ready to have a new relationship with food and eating in general. I am ready to be committed to a life of health. Of a life with less headaches, puffiness, restriction. A life where I can embrace activity. Where I can say yes to the idea of a hike, out of the blue. Where I won’t huff and puff along the way. I.Am.Ready.
I understand my surgeon asks to pray with and for his patients before surgery. That still brings tears to my eyes. I am thankful I found Dr. Long. Thankful that I am in his hands. I pray that God’s hands are his hands today. That things go smoothly and that I wake and rise as expected. I pray my family is confident in Dr. Long and that the time goes quickly for them as they wait. I can’t wait to hug them on them when I wake.
Bring on the new me.