The Ultimate Weight Loss Secret

A few weeks into Weight Watchers, I've lost four pounds and I'm about to make the women in my group go green with envy: I'm having surgery today. Granted, it's not liposuction, though I do plan to ask the surgeon if he can please maybe just suck out a little of the belly fit since he'll have his surgical straw going. I'm having my gallbladder removed.

Medically recommended organ removal = automatic weight loss!

It doesn't get much better than that. Oh wait, it does. The gallbladder holds bile, a fluid that aids with the digestion of fat, so the surgeon suggests finishing out my week with a low fat diet. Granted, I've been doing that anyway.

I'm not sure if I'll make it to my Wednesday weigh-in. If all goes well, I'll have laparoscopic surgery, and should be headed home before dark. If it looks like my gallbladder is acting up or my anatomy is a bit off, then I'll have old skool surgery and well, that will be a longer recovery. Either way, I'll likely be keeping a low profile for the rest of this week.