Fun Mail and New Beginnings

Yesterday, my mailbox was full of fun mail instead of bills...well, fun mail IN ADDITION TO the bills.  :)   So what did it hold?

Well, first off, it contained this:

This contained my passport card.  I can now legally go to Mexico for surgery (and get back home...that's the key important part LOL.)

And secondly, I received this:

Tracy, over at My Tiny Tank, offers regular drawings for people who post comments to her blog.  And I won this awesome t-shirt!   Can't wait to wear it after I get MY tiny tank.  :)

I came home today to find that my dog climbed up on the table and got ahold of my sample packs of protein.  Protein packs everywhere...but luckily not really ripped open.  She'd ripped off the plastic bags they were in...but apparently even a dog is smart enough not to eat this stuff.   LOL.

I've been divorced now for a couple years.  I have to say it really was a difficult decision to make (after almost 20 years together) but it was the best decision.  Last night I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in a few years.  In talking she told me she was going through a divorce as well and I told her I'd also been through one recently.   This led me to thinking about changes - about how difficult they really are for some people to make.  Personally I HATE change.  But sometimes you have to make a change in order to grow.  Since my divorce I've blossomed.  I've got a master's degree, I've bought a house, I've been able to afford to take my boys on a real vacation, I've tried new things (hot air balloon ride, dancing lessons, mixology classes), I've even bought a motorcycle and got my permit to drive.   If I had stayed with my ex - I'd still be stuck in the muck.  Instead I've been freed to move and set down roots in ways that have encouraged growth.  Was it scary?  Yes.  Was it difficult?  Yes.  Was it worth it?  You bet my big old booty!

I'm a little scared about weight loss surgery.   I do feel less scared of the VSG than I was of the RNY...but I'm still a little scared.  I won't be able to use food the way I have in the past.  It won't be my friend.  I can't curl up with a pint of Ben and Jerry's "Everything But The..." ice cream when I'm sad.  I won't be able to pour a glass of Mt Dew when I feel tired.  But it's ok.  Because it is another new start - I have to be willing to take the risk in order to grow.  (or in this case shrink).