For the last year, my doctor has been trying to convince me I needed weight loss surgery. My husband was dead set against me getting any more surgery than what was absolutely necessary. He told me he loved me as I was, and he would not leave me if I didn’t lose weight. Unfortunately, if I didn’t lose weight, he was not just going to lose me, but I was going to die. The doctor had put it as succinctly as he could so that I would understand what he was saying. Three weeks later, I started a class for the nutritional counselor. One prerequisite to having weight loss surgery is seeing a nutritional counselor. They like you to take at least 10% of your body weight off before going under surgery. My thing was that if I took off 10% of my weight, that would show that I can lose weight and I shouldn’t need weight loss surgery. Two weeks before I had my surgery set up, I went back to the nutritional counselor. When I weighed in, I weighed 40 pounds less than when I started the program. I think the nutrition counselor, but told her I hoped I never had to come back again. I figured if I could lose that much weight on my own, there is no reason for me to have weight loss surgery. She agreed to my ideas, but she told me she would like for me to continue coming back and having nutritional counseling done. She really thought that knowing and understanding the difference between nutrition and food was going to be the biggest help I could have on my weight loss journey.