Twas the night before banding!!!

'Twas the night before Banding, when all through my gut not a morsel was stirring, not even a nut. The suitcase was packed by the back door with care, in hopes that a new me would soon return there. I lay nestled, snug in my bed while visions of calories danced in my head; And me in my plus size pyjamas and wrap, had just settled in for a long restless nap. When deep in my mind there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my dreams to see what was the matter. Away to my fridge I flew like a flash, ripped open the door and drooled at the stash. The moonlight reflecting off the beautiful snacks gave a lustre of radiance to all on the racks. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but an array of the comfort foods I hold so dear. With a familiar feeling of all those I'd pick,I thought in a moment I just might be sick. More lovely than angels their voices they came, and they whistled and shouted and called me by name; "Now pizza, now french fries, now chocolate galore on cheesecake, on ice cream, on donuts and more!" From the tip of my tongue, to the bottom of my toe, I will miss you all more than ever you'll know. As an addict that shakes and stirs as he sits,I'll mourn the loss of my delectable hits. So back to my bed I went with great haste, and settled back down with nary a taste. And then in an instant, in pre-op I sat, nervously waiting to no longer be fat. As I sat deep in thought and adjusted my gown,in came my surgeon in one single bound.He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his feetand he seemed very calm as he eyed me like meat. He looked at my chart, with his scope gave a listen; I don't think he noticed my eyes start to glisten.