5 more days.

In only 5 more days I will be in Michigan, having breakfast with my buddy Meredith and her family, and getting ready for my appointment with Dr L.

5 more days... I have to admit that I'm a little nervous. What if Dr. L. decides not to take me on as a patient? What if my Multiple Sclerosis puts him off? What if the giant C section scar, vertical no less, makes it more difficult for him to close me up again? What if...

Lot's of what if's. I guess it all comes down to "what if I don't have this surgery?". That's a pretty big if for me. I cannot continue at this weight - I will die. So what next? I'm almost scared to go there. I have lost and gained so much weight over my life time that my body is totally screwed. My set point is now so high that getting into a category that would allow me to call myself just 'obese' is almost impossible. It's a daunting thought.

Well I guess I'll know in just 5 more days...