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Wishin' and Hopin' vs. Satisfaction

Wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin', Planning and dreamin' each night of his charms. That won't get you into his arms. So if you’re looking for love you can share, all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and love him. And show him that you care. Show him that you care, just for him. Do the things that he likes to do. Wear your hair just for him, 'cause, you won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin', Wishin' and hopin'.'Cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin', Planning and dreamin' his kisses will start. That won't get you into his heart! So if you're thinking how great true love is, all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him. Yeah, just do it! And after you do, you will be his. You gotta show him that you care just for him. Do the things that he likes to do. Wear your hair just for him, 'cause,You won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin', Wishin' and a hopin'.'Cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin', Planning and dreamin' his kisses will start. That won't get you into his heart! So if you're thinking how great true love is! All you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him. Yeah, just do it! And after you do, you will be his. You will be his.Ani DiFranco

That is probably the worst song ever. And I know that Ani DiFranco is not the original singer of this song, it was originally recorded in 1964 by Dusty Springfield. (I didn’t just know that---I googled) But Ani, with her unshaved armpits, gives that victim song some street cred. I just was trying to think of song that had to do with wishing and hoping for stuff and that kept popping into my head. Anyway to the topic at hand…

Oh weight loss surgery. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I thought about it. As a matter a fact last year maybe the year before I went to a weight loss seminar and there was something about it that seemed so sad. Frankly the conclusion I came to, is one that I stand by, the problem is not what I eat. (Though I do eat some bad shit) The problem is in my head. There is a reason why I eat the way I do. Bored? Sad? Lonely? Angry? Etc. Having weight loss surgery is not going to fix that. I have to figure that part out or I’ll end up like Carnie Wilson. No bueno.

A colleague is having the procedure done in a few weeks. And I admire her honesty. She is has come to a conclusion that she can’t do it alone. And she has asked for assistance and is going for it. I wonder why I can’t do it. Just let it go April, just have the surgery. Get started with living the life that you have always wanted.

While I am sorely tempted, there is a part of me that feels like I should just do my best and do the work that it entails to follow a weight loss program. It is hard? Yabetyerass it is. But I just feel like the feeling of accomplishment, the feeling of satisfaction, would be so awesome and so uplifting, that I can’t help but feel as though I have to make that happen. Like so many things, it’s not going to just happen by my wishing it so. I spend an inordinate amount of time wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin', planin’ and dreamin' about stuff. I think I just need to start doin’ and workin’. It all cannot be left to God. The responsibility rests on my shoulders. God will help me help myself, but he won’t work it out so I wake-up a size 8. (Ummm Lord? Would that really be so bad? ) and of course the answer to my blasphemous question is that yes, it would be a bad thing. There is something to be said about working hard for something.

I went to WW this weekend and spoke with my former leader. We’ve decided that I am going to try it on my own and go to her meetings once a month. I will weigh in at home once a week, record it in my tracker at home and officially record it at the meetings. I’m good with that.

So there shall be less wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin', planin’ and dreamin' and more doin’ and workin’ and trying to get the satisfaction that alluded the Rolling Stones.

I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try. I can't get no, I can't get no. –Rolling Stones

Yes I can. -April

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  1. I've watched four separate women at work have the surgery over the years. All but one have started gaining the weight back. The problem is, it shrinks your stomach but that stomach can stretch back out again apparently.

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