For anyone reading my blog, they will by now know that I love to read. And read, and read, and read. My reason for bringing this up, is that while I no longer read blogs to get new information like I did when I first wrestled with the idea of getting a band, I just love finding out there's someone out there I never knew existed and it makes me realise that my life is trundling along pretty much the same as everyone else. I still love to catch up with the ones I'm following each day and when there's a new post I can't help but grin and hurry on to find whats happening in that particular persons life. If this sounds kinda weird (cos it did to me lol) I'm not some lonely freak that lives vicariously through others.... well, not entirely, but it's more that I find each and every one like a mini novel. There's the beginning ... usually starting with the umming and ahhing over the decision to get WLS, then it moves onto the part where that person has made the decision, the lead up to it, the actual surgery and the follow on after that. All very interesting reading. 

The reason I mention this is because I came across a blog this morning that among all the blogs I've read up to now... and there's been a lot... this one really struck a chord with me, and kind of broke my heart a little. You see, this writer could have been me ten years ago. (I hope if this lady reads this and identifies herself, she will forgive me for mentioning her, but I really feel compelled to write about this.)

Anyway, this lady is married with two little children and there's a whole lot of blogging about her inner most feelings and coping with two young children and a husband. Just the usual stuff, except for the fact she is on WW.  It details her ups and downs and she will lose weight, then gain and lose .. only to gain again, and it's totally doing her head in. As I'm reading this, I'm thinking... I wish she would look into banding. Ok, we all know its not the be all, end all, but I feel after everything we put ourselves through that we deserve to at least give this option a shot too. Then lo and behold, towards the end of one post she mentions she is thinking about it. I wanted to shout, YES, now you are on the right track. She still hasn't made up her mind, but as someone who has maybe a good ten years or so on her, I want her to know that unless some miracle occurs, she is going to be exactly where she is by the time she's my age. That is the same weight, or more! I want to reach out to her and place all my thoughts and feelings that I have have dealt with the last few  months (as well as all the research I did to get me to this point in deciding YES, I was going for it!) into her head, then I honestly feel the decision for her would be a no brainer.

But you can't do that for other people and even with the best intentions in mind, rabbiting on to someone about what you are about to undergo for whatever reason probably won't make them feel the same way. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I hope she does listen to her heart and get the WLS, because she has all the right thoughts in place as far as I can see. She wants to improve her image, and be the best mum she can be, as well as wanting to have everything else that comes with doing something incredible like losing weight. She just needs to get over that hump and make the decision. I wish her all the luck in the world getting there. 

On another note, for me, its now day 8 of optifast. It's the same old, same old, everyone else has gone through I'm sure. I'm in a great rhythm and I'm finding it quite easy... except I have noticed I now get hungry, especially in the evening. EEK!!   I thought that bit was supposed to happen in the first three days not where I am now. Go figure. My renegade tooth has calmed right down: I did cut my dose down to just the one SUPER painkiller tablet and that has made it much better. I feel more in control and the pain is still gone. Nothing but bonuses here. 

Till tomorrow

Cara xx