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...