Besides amputation or being dead for six months.  Nearly starving yourself, exercising, taking laxatives and water pills (also for good measure I’ve quit my Protonix so eventually anything I put in my mouth will make me nauseous).  Tada!  Then you finally lose weight.

Why the sudden obsession with weight loss?  Well obesity has become the newly criticized vice.  We’re like the smokers of the twenty-first century; people snarl in disgust and loathe us to the core.  Now your only chance at acceptance is to be thin.  It’s true, the majority of people who have this surgery or lose weight in general and reach their goal weight suddenly become very critical of the people who remind them of their former self.  

As you’re well aware of, I’ve only been mildly successful with this surgery but the weight loss stopped at 300 pounds.  Look at Mother: loses a pound every other day and eats croissants every morning.  What’s that like Ma; being able to eat food and still lose weight while my stomach pitches a constant fit and starts feeding on itself?

Yeah I ain’t gettin any younger and the question is what’s Brooke gonna do when her parents are gone?  They’re getting a lil tired of me so the only logical step is to marry me off to some rich guy; as they’ve ruined and spoiled me for life.  *thumbsup*  Plus I just want to work as a volunteer for animal rescue organizations.  But ya think I can nab a nice rich fellar looking like this?  Oh no no no no!  So obviously it’s time for drastic measures.

It is funny.  I never thought I’d see the day where I came to hate food.  I love food; I love it lots, but clearly it ain’t helping me any.  So out it goes.

I actually kinda hate to see it come to this, but what are ya gonna do?