I hear that Morrissey is…problematic. Ah well.  The song somewhat fits the theme of this post.

Tomorrow is the day! Gastric sleeve surgery!

I am both nervous and excited.  I’ve never had any sort of surgery before.  I’m also nervous as to what other people think.  A few people that I’ve told think that I don’t need it.  Which is sweet of them to say; I guess I carry my weight well.  But I have a BMI of over 40, and I’m 100 pounds overweight, which means I’m an ideal candidate for the surgery.  So there we go.  I check in at 9am, and surgery is at 11.  The surgeon said it should take an hour to an hour and a half.  I’m nervous about the lifestyle change that comes along with this.  Different diet, wayyyyyyyy smaller amounts of food.  No more Tour de Fat.  I know I can do this, though.  And it will all be worth it when my cholesterol is lower, my blood pressure is normal, I (hopefully) don’t snore anymore, I’m less achy and have more energy.  It also won’t hurt that I’ll be a (smaller) hotty pototty.

I plan on  taking pictures and videos.  Maybe something amusing will come out of my mouth while I’m hopped up on painkillers.

Most of all, I just hope this goes smoothly.  Wish me luck.