I'm sure there's some old adage about getting what you want and then realising you don't want it anymore. If not, there really should be.
8 weeks ago I went to the doctors for my medication and happened to ask him about the possibility of a gastric band. He wasn't too sure of the criteria but said he would 'write to the surgeon'. Well, I didn't think much more about it as on my following medication appointment there was no mention of it.
Lo and behold, I've had a letter requesting I make an appointment for a consultation with the general surgeon. I've spent years wishing I could afford weight loss surgery, so I was a little surprised that I wasn't jumping through hoops at the news. I made the appointment for June 11th and then went away and mulled it over for what seemed like eternity. (Although, in retrospect, it was probably about 2 hours!)
To cut a long story short. . . I cancelled the appointment and said I wouldn't be needing a gastric band after all. The lady on the phone was quick to remind me that if I refuse this appointment I won't get another one, but nevertheless I stood my ground. Somewhere in the complex wiring of my over-worked brain; a little voice is breaking through and saying "You can do this"
So, here I am, 100% determined to succeed.. I have no choice now. I actually feel so much better knowing that I've taken responsibility for my weight and am going to tackle it the long and hard way. I'm not afraid.
Wishing you all a fabulous Tuesday :)
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