Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I've discovered the answer to my weight-loss woes.
If I could afford it, I'd go under the knife.
Jason and I were watching one of those medical shows the other night - the kind he is obsessed with, and I just tolerate - and I had an epiphany.
There was a man who'd had gastric bypass surgery, and had lost 160 pounds in one year. Naturally, he had lots of loose skin left. So he had a tummy tuck and something done to his chest (whatever that might be called.)
The doctor told his wife that they'd taken off 20 pounds of skin.
That's what I have left to lose - and even though I didn't lose this weight overnight, I bet I've got 20 pounds of skin hanging around here somewhere!
I mean, getting my boobs lifted should take care of at least 10, and then there's that "dunlap" (you know, my belly dunlapped over my belt). That'd be good for another 10, I'm sure of it.
Not to mention my upper arms - man, I could come in under goal!
Now, to get a second job to pay for it all…