I'm on the fence about the whole surgery thing.
When I told j, my son about it he was really enthusiastic: 'Go for it', 'I'd have it done tomorrow!'
He's not fat. He used to be but still thinks he is. I've managed to mess him up too.
My husband, J, says I should do what I want. Thing is, it isn't what I want, but what I seem to need. It seems so extreme.
I've been tossing it around in my head. I think the problem stems from the fact that I had been thinking that surgery - especially NHS surgery, here in England - was only for people whose issues were much bigger than mine and I didn't want to accept that I am in the same place as them.
I've asked my GP to refer me, but am still thinking about it.