Tonight Tom and I were scheduled to have our friends Barb and Rick over to reciprocate for a terrific time and meal shared at their house over Christmas. At that time, we feasted on a seven-course meal partly made and partly ordered, including the best French onion soup from a “famous for it” restaurant down the street from them and cake for dessert. We discussed concepts of obesity, diet and exercise and health throughout the meal, especially owing to the fact that Barb also struggles with weight problems, as does her grown daughter.
Even more interestingly, following dinner, they had presented us with our Christmas present - a gargantuan tower of Hickory Farms candy and snack items wrapped in about ten various-sized boxes stacked together in the shape of the Great Pyramid!
So, to get them back - I mean, reciprocate, dinner plans tonight were to include our favorite Mexican restaurant near our house, possibly complete with flavored Margaritas, and then our friends were to be treated to stories of my intentions for gastric bariatric surgery. I know this timing and dying art of overeating bad (or good, depending what basis you judge by!) food with good company is hokey - but really, where better?
Well, unfortunately (or fortunately) for them, they had to cancel - leaving Barb to be told on the phone instead. As I expected, she was intrigued, concerned, but very receptive to information about it, citing a wish for her daughter to possibly consider this for herself someday. She made clear her intention to watch closely how I fare to help determine the efficacy of this for her loved one - and I mostly feel proud and happy to provide some kind of template that may prove helpful to them.
In fact, journaling here provides me quiet hope that someday even others may read these “memoirs” and benefit in some way from this journey.
January 17th, 2009 | 
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