Not just 85% of my stomach gone...

I had an epiphany over the weekend.

The state of mind that said, the madness has to stop, and that means taking drastic measures, went farther than I realized.

We discovered water damage that ended up in major construction and repair in our house when I was a few weeks out from my surgery.  My husband was incredibly stressed over it all, because we both have pack-ratted too much stuff over the years. He found the entire process of having to box up stuff to move out so workers could get in very overwhelming, and though he finally tossed a lot of it, it was just more stressful than I can begin to express.

In my case, it was all a huge relief. To this day, boxing up stuff and carrying it out to recycle, give away, throw away, feels like I'm losing more weight, and painlessly.  I now realize that the state of mind required for cutting away my stomach also is applying to cleaning out my closets and clearing clutter out of my way.

Having both things happen at once was a major win, because the VSG helped me deal with the disaster and cleanup. Weird, true and fabulous.

What a wonderful and profound realization! Kudos to you. :)