Maybe later

This morning, I realized two things. One, despite the feeling of being an alien in my own body that I wrestle with, I can still talk myself into anything. And two , being in a down swing is never a good time to consider weight loss surgery. When I'm full in my brain, I have never considered it as a viable option. My medical doctors don't consider me a candidate, mostly because my body is healthy and they feel it would be killing the fly with a bazooka. I'm against it for me at this point in my life is the bottom line. But today... Depression is a hell of a drug!