More Popping Thoughts

Who posts multiple times to their blog on the same day. The guy who has spent too many years checking out all sorts of other peoples blogs should have been writing rather than reading. Guess this is my opportunity to make up for lost time.
I can't wait for the New Year. I'm not really one to live in a box, to encapsulate hopes, dreams or goals into some calendar contained structure of time. But this is truly going to be an amazing year, I'm certain of it. It will start with my surgery, and the six to nine months that will follow are sure to be one of the most amazing journeys of my life. From over 250 pounds to around 175 is going to be quite a ride. My energy level, how clothes will suddenly start fitting, the sizes that will inevitably drop, all will be great things to experience. The forthcoming intensity, focus and passion towards this journey will be infectious. My wife will have no choice but to be caught up in my journey and to jump on the magic carpet with me. Together we are going make some incredible strides and when we reach our goals, we're going to make a baby. Is that a script to a Hollywood Blockbuster romantic comedy of inspirational proportions or what.

The Countdown Begins

Well its New Years Eve day and I'm not referring to the countdown to 07. When the clock strikes midnight, I will be on the 16 day countdown to Operation No Mo Fat. My lap band surgery is first thing in the morning on January 16th and I couldn't be more excited. People ask me if I'm nervous. Nervous about what. My wife had her gall bladder taken out a year ago and I don't recall a ton of people asking her if she was nervous. Its a simple operation that takes all of 45 minutes and a few hours later I'll be in my own bed in my own home. So I'm not the least bit nervous. Maybe when they are asking if I'm nervous they are referring to whether I am nervous about the process, about the transformation I am about to experience. Sorry, I don't get it. What is there to be nervous about. Am I supposed to have some odd commrodery with my fat. Am I supposed to one day look in the mirror and no longer see a fat guy and somehow be sad, as if I miss that fat guy and wonder where he has gone. No I'm not nervous, and I will have no mixed feeling on the road to being in shape. I won't the miss the fat guy, I won't wonder where he went. I won't be confused when I look at myself in the mirror. I've been fit before, and I know what I look like fit. Trust me I won't be startled turning on a light and looking in the mirror as if a stranger has walked into my bathroom. I know it will be me. The me I should have always been. The me I was when I came back from Europe. The athletic me. The narcissistic me. The happier and more balance me. The me right now feels like a fat bloated and disgusting me that needs to be popped with a pin to let the air out. Sixteen days till the popping...