In the rather short time during which I was not getting comment notifications because the email address to which they were directed stopped working, some stuff happened.
1) There were comments left anonymously to which I would like to respond (which, actually, happens rather often, and I feel awkward commenting on my own post and expecting someone to read it). I would, however, like it known that I appreciate with substantial intensity the comments that are left here, and I plan to set up a this blog-specific email address so that I can post it on the internet and you can write to it if you so choose. Look for that. Because while I would like to ask Alana where she was in treatment and if maybe it was the same place I was in treatment and have a chat about it either way, she probably doesn't want to answer that on the internet.
2) I was solicited to appear on television, which I found somewhat-less-than-mildly bizarre.
3) Some cross-linking went on, which, really, should teach me...something. If it boosts my fat cred, I don't, at the moment, wear a size 20. I've read Ezpy's blog before; I find her and her comment eminently reasonable (despite the fact that I believe the comment is addressed, although perhaps too implicitly: I don't have what the bariatrix call "comorbidities"). I am, however, always a little startled to be reminded that people read what I write and that it has an impact upon them. One appended thought on WLS:
I have been thinking about it a great deal. For reasons good and not-good, and also because I have no health concerns, only aesthetic ones, it feels like surrender.
Probably there will be more to come on that.