Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy

I’ve started and stopped any number of posts over the past couple of years. I’ll get going on something and then I realize that it’s not quite what I hoped it would be.

So, into the trash bin.

As many of you know, I’m still waiting to hear as to when I might qualify for a surgery date. I keep hoping sooner rather than later, because now that I’ve made the decision, I’m ready. I also won’t deny that the prospect scares the hell out of me. Not only the surgery, but the possible results. What would I do if I don’t have the fat guy crutch to fall back on? What do I do if I actually start gaining (gasp!) self-confidence? What will I do if my clothes actually fit for a change?

Scary stuff.