Off the Deep End

Don't ask - I just needed it

Having money in my bank account is fucking with me - I'm thinking I need some sort of intervention. Not only am I spending money like it's going out of style, but I've somehow turned into my mother; she was the reigning champion of owning useless shit. Honestly, I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond for one thing: salad plates - only because I need this sized plate for when I can eat solid foods again and I only had 4. I really should have known better than to think I was going to walk into that store for one thing. I mean, who was I kidding? I even went as far as to not even grab a shopping cart, but the walk to the dishware section rendered me absolutely helpless. I couldn't stop myself. And you know what's even more fucked? They KNOW they got you as soon as you walk in, and they have gone so far as to place shopping cart stations in the middle of the damn store. I'm convinced absolutely no one steps foot in that place without spending their rent money. My brother and I were discussing the evil that is Bed, Bath and Beyond just last night. He went in there for curtains, and walked out with $400 worth of shit. 

We're getting down the wire, and I feel like I should be feeling nervous or something. I'm just looking forward to the next chapter of my life. I know it's not going to be easy, as this pre-op diet have proved. I've never had surgery before, so you would think I would feel something resembling fear or anxiety. I'm just not. I'm excited to be honest. This is such a huge deal, and I feel like I've overcome so much, especially in the past four years. I was given a second chance at life four years ago tomorrow, and you bet your ass I'm going to make the very best of it.

Starting weight: 273.4

Last weight in: 266

Height: 5'8"

Surgeon's goal: 180

Personal goal: 160