Lots of fun, exciting and scary stuff happening in the next few weeks. In 6 days, I’m heading off to England for an adventure with my bestie, Kyle. It’s one of those trips that we have talked, thought, and planned for what has seemed like decades! We are going so he can present an academic paper at a Victorian Literature Conference which is kind of amazing and I’m so proud of him. When he told me he got accepted to this conference, I casually said; “I should go with you to England, lolz!” He surprisingly was like, “Yes! That would be awesome.” O.O This was back in August or September so the idea of going to England in March was such an abstract thought it didn’t hit me until ummm….today. We bought the tickets a month and half ago and we’ve been booking rail tickets and hotel tickets but it wasn’t until I was in Wal-Mart last night at 12:00 am when Paul turned to me and was like, “You should probably get an international charger converter for your phone.” I am going to ENGLAND!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I’m so excited! I want to blog while I’m there but our itinerary is so jammed packed I don’t see that happening!!! Maybe I’ll vlog with my camera…I don’t make any promises!
Another exciting but more scary thing that is going in my life is my making the decision to get a bariatric surgery. I’m still in the beginning stages of the process and I’ll be sure to keep you guess posted but I am so excited about my decision. If you’re new to my story, I’ll be brief. I’ve battled with my weight my entire life. If you don’t believe me, here’s a picture of me when I was 4:
I’ve had success with weight loss in the past but it has never lasted. I understand that getting a surgery is a really extreme measure but my BMI is over 50 and I’m just so limited in my life. I want to do a 5k, I want ride horses again, I want to go hang gliding, I want to bungee jumping, I want to go hiking. I also understand that the surgery is not the only changes I have to make in my life. It’s not just a change in my anatomy that needs to change but my relationship with food. The clinic I’m going through has an amazing support system of nutritionists, trainers, and therapists so even though its the first step I know I’m going to have an amazing team backing me up throughout this amazingly scary journey. I haven’t told a lot of people because it’s a very big decision and I don’t want their opinions swaying me or making me second guess myself. My first appointment with my surgeon is Friday and though I’m so excited about making the leap, I’m nervous. Wish me luck.