Followers!!!!!

OH. MY. WORD. I have followers. Two people have decided to tune in to what I have to say. NOW I’m scared. Heather even commented!!! My first blog comment!!! Thank you Heather! If I had something to give away, I’d send you a prize for being the first. But, alas – I’m broke. Hmm….How about a pen?

It’s a great pen….only slightly used ;-)

Heather’s comment pointed out that I’m greatly upbeat (is that the phrase you used?) about this process. I tend to try to be upbeat about everything. I guess that’s something I get from my mother. My mom died in 1998 from a brain tumor, and those final 6 weeks were filled with more laughs at the hands of mom’s jokes than I could list in a million years. Even facing the greatest trial of her life, she faced it with grace, humility, and hilarity.

Obviously, I don’t always succeed, and I’m sure there’s times to come where I am down right despondent about this process. I *want* to succeed, however, I am weak. I say this as I sip my Dr. Pepper. Only my first of the day – but the sweet tea at here at work SUCKS. I couldn’t even bring myself to get a Diet Dr. Pepper – I needed full on calories, sweetness, and deliciousness.

But – just to prove that I am human. I’m terrified. I’m terrified of the process. I’m terrified that I am going to go through the next 6 months only to get denied by my insurance. I’m terrified of going under anesthesia – I woke up once in the middle of oral surgery – to the surgeon having a nose bleed! What if I don’t like my new skinny self? Oh, that’s right – I’m doing this to be healthy. But still?? What if. What if. What if. And thus the reason I try to stay upbeat – so I can knock all the what ifs outta my head, even if it is only temporary.

I had eyeballed the week between Christmas and New Years for surgery – ummm…dummy Amy. That means Christmas meals on a liquid diet. Not the brightest idea I’ve ever had. But there’s always next year, right?

So, a little more about me J I am married – to a wonderful man, Casey. I’m sure you’ll hear me fuss about him in the future. He has the great pleasure of being 150 pounds. Soaking wet. With his heaviest sweater on. I knew I was in trouble when after a month of marriage he came skipping…yes…SKIPPING out of the bathroom ecstatic because he had gained 5 pounds. Squeeze me??? You are happy? “Well Amy, some people have a hard time gaining weight just like you have a hard time losing weight.” Ergh. Men. But I lub him very very much.

Casey has a 7 year old daughter who is the cat’s pajamas. She rocks. What else can I say?

Thanks for tuning in. I am going to try to be more diligent in posting.