I'm hitting myself for not taking the Starbuck's guy up on it.
It's hard to be single and have this surgery. I'm getting more glances and attention and am not quite sure how to handle it all. Part of me is mad (like where were you 2 years ago) and of course my mind (cause you all know I'm a snowball thinker) runs right ahead to getting naked with all my scars or hell just having to tell them that I had weight loss surgery and me thinking that they are thinking "Oh God she used to 295!?! Is that going to happen again?"
I know, I know. I need to chill out and just have a damn cup of coffee.