I saw the cardiologist yesterday. He was a little on the arrogant side but overall pretty decent. I got the feeling that he's seen me in there before (my type), at my wits end, not knowing which way to turn for help to lose some weight, and hoping for a miracle cure. He gave me some shit about the band not working because of diet choices and asked me to explain the upcoming surgery to him. WTF. Whatever dude..desptie what you think I'm going to be the fucking poster child for gastric bypass surgery. That's right bitches. Go ahead and doubt me. It fuels the fire inside of me.
