I don't know if anyone ever stumbles into this space anymore, but I wanted to update you, just in case. Plus I'm trying to make it til 5:10 at work so I can feed some stray cats at the office next door after all of their busybodies go home!
It's now been almost 9 months since my surgery, and I'm down 93 pounds. I went from a size 24 to a size 12, and I'm between M-L shirts. My whole life feels different now. I'm happier, I don't have aches and pains, and I'm even dating. Even during Covid quarantine when I gave up on life and just settled into a diet of ice cream and goldfish crackers, I only gained a few pounds because I can't eat very much, even when I turn to junk. So June 1st I decided to get back on the wagon, and I dropped 15 pounds fast.
Just do it. Get the sleeve. You can spend your whole life fighting this demon, or you can get a quick procedure and get all of the help that you've deserved all along. I wondered if I was doing something TOO drastic. Nope. It was just the right amount of drastic to take me out of prison and show me what life is supposed to be like.
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