Freaking Out

So I went in for my last preparatory visit for my Roux-en-Y gastric bypass surgery on Thursday morning. It's all systems go. I had my last meal last night, and I am not allowed to eat anything between now and the surgery. Giving up caffeine was brutal. I was drinking about five liters of Diet Coke a day, and I've gone from that to nothing. I feel like I'm wrapped in gauze all the time. That is, when my head isn't hurting.

Last night was really the first time I was kind of freaking out, losing sleep about the thought of a surgeon sewing up my stomach. I guess a "what the hell am I doing" phase is necessary at some point. I just want the next week or so over, so that I can start the massive adjustment period, complete with vomiting, dumping syndrome, dehydration, and the horror of fast food advertisements.

I'm fatter then I've ever been. Though it shames me greatly to say it, I've peaked at 408 pounds. That's up from 270 about two years ago. My target weight is 220. I'm a big boy, and 220 would be mighty svelte indeed. I'll be working intensively to reach that in the next 18 months. Stay tuned for a regular running tally. Let's call it the Ultimate Blogger Makeover! Maybe I'll take up cocaine...

As for now, I'm just keeping my head down. Nothing will distract me. Not even the take-out Donburi from Mitsuwa.