When I made the decision to have weight loss surgery (WLS), I told no one. Not exactly the smartest move when going forward with something as life-changing as this is. This type of commitment requires a certain level of support that is only found when you are open, honest, and reach out to the people most important in your life.
My immediate family is comprised of some of the least supportive people on the planet. Since my father died a year and a half ago, I have been excluded even more than usual because I don't subscribe to the victim/snobbish attitudes (nice combination, eh?) that they carry. I think for myself, I like to do the things I say I will do, I like to try new things, and I don't have patience for bullshit.
