Cha..cha...cha...changes....

Okay, there aren't any card pictures, just me rambling. I think I need to start journalling my thoughts.

I am changing my life, walking down a new pathway towards a healthier me. I am scheduled to undergo bariatric surgery on September 30. This is a huge committment for me. I have been thinking and researching this for more than 5 years...

I was born tiny, underweight. I stayed underweight for years. My dear dad would make me milkshakes and unknown to me until later would put a raw egg in it for extra protein. Then about puberty I started to get heavier, and the diet cycle began. I was able to maintain a respectable 150 pounds for a long time, but as my legs got worse, a sit down job, nervous munching, and low metabolism took over I ballooned and just kept ballooning. Now this did not happen overnight, it was 10 to 15 pounds a year. Pretty soon that 10 to 15 pounds a year added to the original 150 made for a obese me. I have dieted, boy have I dieted. Nothing works for long.... they say now that it is because of genetics... My mom was heavy until she got cancer and then she was thin....not the way to lose weight. My grandmother was a large woman. My uncle was a large man. I guess it is on the Hollander side of the family. My brother is very deligent about weight lifting and eating very healthy. My son is too. They both have to battle the weight issues, but their genetic make up is a little different than mine which gives them a better chance at thin.

Anyhow enough rambling. I am excited to be healthy. I don't care about being "tiny", just healthy. I want to be able to walk with my husband along the beach, through an art gallery, in the forest along a path, and enjoy playing and being with my grandson. I want to watch my son continue to grow in the fine young man and father that he has become. All of this will be possible now, I have a chance to live a longer, healthier life. Sometimes cha...cha...cha...changes are a good thing.