The Reason why I decided for WLS

I got to thinking about the clues that I needed WLS - this list is a workshop list =
Diets didn't work - No way a diet would help. I would try and after a few months it was just impossible due to motivation, time, and lifestyle. And in its own way - one would be recommended by a health professional, and another would disagree with it.
Diets I have tried out - Low carb, high carb, Atkins, SouthBeach, WeightWatchers.

Exercise wasn't working - I swam five times a week for an hour each day for five years. Nothing happened. But then who ever heard of a thin seal?

I practiced Aikido for four years. Almost constantly. It is one of those things in my life that I really miss doing and it is all because of my size.

My pants stopped fitting. This one I could live with. my girth isn't in my waist, but in my tummy and that hangs over the belt. Very attractive

My shirts stopped fitting. This was alot worse. How could I have an 18 1/2 inch neck and still pop the buttons on my tummy.

My shirts stopped fitting part II. The distance between my shirt bottom and pants top separated. A flash on a sweet little thing looks great; on a 50 year old pregnant looking guy is just not pretty.

I stopped fitting in roller coaster rides in Disneyland. That sucked big time.

I stopped fitting into booths in restaurants. Not that I didn't fit, it was just a very tight squeeze.

Visiting the hospital is alot scary when its family

After a rather bland day at home, not much was happening for a sunday. then a little before supper Marla was not feeling well and began to have some nervous issues in her arms and slurring of her speech. No questions we were off to the hospital. She is okay now but she scared the bejeepers out of me.

One very odd thing about this event was it demonstrated our love for each other. In the for better or worse part, this could be the worse. And still she is my life and love.

Getting used to blogging

The true trick to blogging is to remember to do it. The last few weeks has been mostly recovery time and getting better. On Jan 13 I had my gallbladder removed. I think the worst part about the surgery was having all the gasses release after the surgery. The surgery was a matter of Dr. Amson puffing me up with a whole bunch of air like a balloon, which gives me a great mental image of the operating room, and then slipping out the organ.

Yesterday was a scary day because M had to go to the hospital. We were worried that she was having a stroke. Which scares the hell out of both of us. Fortunately she is well. Thanks to the powers that oversee us.

Today is my last monday off before returning to work next week. I just want to savour each day. I really like my work but I have also enjoyed this recovery period.