Cameo S.
As I sit here at the computer, I remember a year ago when I was sitting in the Cardiologist's waiting room, praying that I'd actually have the guts to ask his opinion of gastric banding. About half way through the visit he says, "You know, your BMI is over 40; I'd recommend the lap band to lose the excess weight." He added, "Statistics show those over the age of 40 have only a 2% chance of losing the weight and keeping it off." I was amazed, I couldn't believe he beat me to the punch! He said, "Let me guess, you used to be a cheerleader... and thin?"
I clearly took this as a sign... the permissive will of God you might say. Not that God let this happen to me, not at all! I'm fully responsible for every gluttonous bite; every time I medicated my feelings with food instead of leaning on Him was all my fault. But this was truly the sign that I prayed for and a feeling of confidence that He would be with me as I tried to turn things around washed over me!
I've had many months of wishy-washy, 'I-can-do-it-myself' moments that's stalled my progress; imagining the embarrassment if anyone found out... but I came to my senses. I mean, who do I think I am chosing pride over my health! Besides it's not like everyone doesn't know that I could fully qualify for the surgery, they'd have to be blind not to! If I had that much pride I shouldn't have let myself get this heavy in the first place. By no means have I decided to confess to every 'frienemy' that knows me, no way! Instead, I'll let everyone see me lose weight like always..., just like any of the other hundreds of diets I've tried, BUT THIS TIME I'm going to keep it off! I'm going to reclaim the life I gave away at Krispy Kreme's. Cameo
So let's do one for the heart doc...
"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar... all for the Gastric Band, stand up and hollar!" 
