There was a time when The Mr. and I could wear the same size pants. In fact, he put on a pair of my jeans one day and though they fit it didn't take him long to realize why they didn't feel right.

I thought we were heavy then. I'd love to be back in that size jeans. That was before kids. That was before 12 years of marriage. That was a long time ago.

When I look back 15 years ago at pictures of us I think about how skinny we looked. And though I didn't see it then, we were; especially compared to how we look now.

The Mr. has been contemplating weight loss surgery for years. We talked about it casually. We knew people who went through it. We knew the fantastic results. We knew it was a tough road.

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I will sleep alone tonight.

It was dark when we left this morning and traffic was heavy.

We waited. Waiting rooms. People. Doctors. Nurses.

I waited. Alone. Then said goodbye and see you later.

Go upstairs, it'll be quieter there, Dr. B said. I did. It was.

I waited. Alone.

Bit my tongue when the old man said "My headache's not because of my sugar."

Texted. Facebooked. Should have brought my phone charger.

11 a.m. Dr. B smiled at me. I waited some more. Then paid $13 for lunch.

I updated family and friends.

When I saw him he was awake. And beautiful.

I crafted. I fetched. I helped out of bed. I walked. I kissed. I hugged. I loved. (READ MORE)

There are two very important people in my life who are considering weight loss surgery. I won't lie: I've thought about it, too.

I'm not really that excited, though, about the type of lifestyle you have to lead after bariatric surgery. Seems to me there's a lot of liquid involved and the recovery is long and slow. How would that affect my family? My family life? What about my job?

I've thought about a lap band, too. That seemed to be much less invasive and more my style. From what I understand, a lap band makes your stomach smaller and doesn't change the way your food is digested.

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