Of Brains and Hands and Open Gobs

I really want to have the surgery and my wanting is bad enough to literally STOP ME dead in my tracks from overeating. This may be the first time in my life I've actually thought about what is going into my hand before it reaches my gob.

I posted this over at LapBandTalk, and yanno...it's true! My brain is now officially tied to my hand and mouth.