I was supposed to have my appointment with Pulmonary later today, but something came up with my parents, and they can't take me. I rely on them so much to get me places, since M can't during the week. I really wish I had the money to be able to afford a car and all the resulting bills they cause. I don't like inconveniencing people, and travelling an hour to the hospital to see my surgeon and have all the tests I need is an inconvenience for them. Thank goodness my psych exam (Monday morning) and my sleep study (a week from Sunday) are here in Morgantown. M has promised to take me to the sleep study, since I have to be there at 8 PM. They better have good sleeping pills, because I never go to bed that early. I've been reading the ObesityHelp.com RNY forums all night. I'm trying to find out what vitamins I need to take, how much to take, and when to take them. It gets complicated because there are certain vits and minerals you can't take together because they block the absorption of the other. I've also been reading up on dumping. Now, only 30% of RNYers dump, but I have bad luck, so I figure I'd better plan for it to happen to me, and know the symptoms. Then there is the fun of getting a bite of food caught in your pouch and needing to hork tit back up (yum!). Part of me wonders if I really need to go the surgical route. I'm losing well on 1600 calories, after all. But I've lost weight before and it not only came back, it brought friends along with it. It's nerves making me question my decision. It's a great big life altering step. And it's not a wonder cure. But if it helps keep me from regaining what I lose, I need it. My son needs me here, and I want to live to see him happily married and with kids of his own. So, in a years time, I hope to be having surgery. At first, I thought that it would be the start of a new life for me. But I've come to realise that I've already made a new start, just by deciding to have the surgery. I've already made changes, positive changes, and will continue to do so. It's all good. I had my second diabetes awareness class on Tuesday. My blood glucose levels have been very, very good, so I was told I only need to test three days a week. That frees me from needing to test on the weekends, when I am most likely out doing things with M. I've lost weight since my weigh in there two weeks ago. 8.9 lbs, gone. Yay! I hope never to see them again. That means I've lost 20 lbs since mid-August, when I began keeping a food log. Sticking to 1600 calories has been pretty easy for me, which has me a little worried that I might be slipping into my old anorexic habits. It's something to keep an eye on. Now, if only I could become addicted to exercise like I was then! My diabetic dietician gave me an exercise video called 'Walking Down Blood Sugar'. It's a 2 mile, half hour long walk. Let's see how long I make it before I have to quit. I'm averaging ten minutes right now. Note to self: exercise, dammit!