Surgery Day

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.