Three days to go

So here we are just three days before my procedure and nearly all my feelings of excitement have been replaced with apprehension.

I’ve never had any kind of operation or procedure at hospital before so I really don’t know what to expect. Although everyone has been reassuring me that everything will be fine. Rationally, I’m sure it will be.

For last two weeks I’ve been eating like a total pig. We’re talking Belgian waffles, cookies, crumpets, loads of bread and butter, chocolate, booze, pudding, cake, Chinese take away… I’ve got to the point now where I’ve totally got it out of my system. So much so, that I’m actually craving leafy greens. Weird.

Anyways, I’m keeping the procedure a total secret from everyone apart from my mum and dad and my boyfriend. Luckily I had a week’s worth of holiday left from work so I’m just saying that I’m spending a few days away.

I’m not really sure what I’m going to say when my work colleagues and friends start noticing that I’m dropping some serious poundage. Maybe just ‘oh I’m eating less’. It’s not a lie is it?

Which also brings me onto this – what if it doesn’t work? I’ve read a few instances on some forums where it hasn’t worked for some people. But then it makes you wonder whether they are sticking to a dietician’s food plan or not? Luckily my dietican Katie has sent over a plan for the next three weeks. So we'll see.

I’ll keep you all posted, hopefully daily, about my progress when the balloon is in.
Think of me while I’m lying sedated on an operating table on Wednesday at 4pm…