The Last Supper

One thing I know for sure, I know how to throw a wake for my stomach!

I had always envisioned a final soirée for my belly.  Unfortunately due to the speediness of approval to actual surgery it's too hard to plan.  However, my bestie knew how badly I wanted to go to Manayunk Brewery's brunch buffet.  ALL YOU CAN EAT BREAKFAST MEAT!  

Eric, and his husband Ray, have been with me through some tough times in my life. Fortunately, they have also been with me during some amazing times! One of which was there wedding!  A lovely day indeed.  A day in which, although at my heaviest, I felt pretty.  I want to share a couple pictures so I can remind myself, that even though fat, I wasn't miserable. And at times, I was pretty.

*makes for a good before pic 

*dont judge me by my fake tan. I tried!

*caught on camera dancing!

*my boobs were in point that night! Lol

*as close to a model as I will ever feel 

My final blow out meal wasn't brunch... Oh no.  I continued with a $100 meal at DiNardo's Seafood house just because I had to have crab legs. It was worth it. Seriously!

Still not final enough, my parents took me out tonight with all you can eat crab legs at Kildare's in Manayunk. 

These two adorable creatures have loved me for everything I am.  There isn't any love that can compare. I am reminded that every achievement and victory has always been celebrated with food, however.  How will I celebrate milestones now? A run??? 

Today, I spent meeting with my surgeon to discuss the upcoming deed.  He is so very kind and his bedside manner has been excellent. We giggled a bit but he told me very clearly that this is a forever change. He told me that he will not let me sit off recovery.  He told me that he will have me up and moving. He told me that I have to put in the work.

My Doc:

http://youtu.be/5l4yHB4l9VY

Here's a couple terrible images of me waiting for the doctor to come in to the office.  Pictures that helped me embrace the meeting with him. I am ready!

*why fat girls like pics from above

*289 pounds 

Tomorrow, I go to the nutritionist. I learn what my life is going to entail in the coming months.  I also learn if I get one more swan song before my pre-op diet.

If I don't, I thank all 289 pounds of me for  giving me 39 years of memories. For lifelong friendships. For loves learned and lost. And more importantly, giving me the reason to laugh first and often.

Food has been my friend for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, saying goodbye to a friendship outgrown is the most life changing and rewarding.

Here's to a healthier me!