The size of a Great White Sharks'!

That would be my wife's liver. It's huge. Gi-normous. It can process alcohol  faster than the space shuttle burns fuel. You can't out party her and you can't out drink her. I have tried.....it ended with light at the end of a tunnel and voices saying "Go back...it's not your time!" It's like being married to the cast of The Hangover.

How does this relate to the Band? Well, one of the things I feared the most during the ramp up to her surgery was the loss of our social life together. It was a genuine issue that I really didn't talk with her about. I knew that losing the weight was a priority for her, I didn't want to get her brain worrying about what I wanted. Theresa's memory and worry function gets stuck on play and rewind and small worries become BIG issues quick. No need for that. However, one of the things that led to our courtship and marriage was the social life. We have lots of friends, kids who are getting older and independent, free time, and non-competing schedules. All these things add up to fun time for us pretty much whenever we see fit. I had read and heard all these stories about people having gastric bypass and other surgeries who were house bound wearing Depends and eating baby food.
I was thinking to myself, "What if Theresa poops on some of our friends? What if she throws up on the food at a black tie dinner or something? What if she poops on ME!?" These were at one time very real and legitimate concerns in my man brain.
Not to worry folks, it's all good. No poop, the liver is kickin' like Chuck Norris, and we haven't missed a beat socially.
Have a great weekend.....thanks for the encouragement and followings!

I am enjoying the blogging so far. I hope Theresa continues to lose....but the rest of the weight may just be all liver.

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