Twenty Six Days

In exactly twenty six days my life changes forever: my last meal as I currently know it. 


The start of my pre-op diet is rushing towards me. Wanting every advantage for safety and success, I'm mentally preparing for food-as-I-know-it to end June 6th. I am told the pre-op diet has less to do with weight loss and everything to do with making room for the surgeon to do his work. Apparently, a high protein, low fat, low carb diet shrinks the liver and makes room for the cut, staple and sew procedure I've chosen. I want the doctors to have everything they need when performing my vertical sleeve procedure: a happy home life, a good night's rest, and my shrunken liver.


You think I jest?


 I'm going into this with a life or death attitude, because it is. It is the rest of my life and I don't want to live with the strings and conditions my present physical limitations impose. I don't want to be fat anymore. I want to be free and active. I don't want to be bound by regret.


I want my life back.